63: How exactly do you poop?

Because... because... damn it, I can't get out now!

The mission has a short deadline of only 10 days.

If he can't get out soon,

this extremely valuable limited-time mission will be wasted!

Thinking of this,

Su Chen whipped the barrier with his tentacles even more anxiously.

“Save your strength, Big Guy.”

Aria watched Su Chen's futile whipping and shook her head weakly,

“This is an absolute divine domain formed by the inherent power of the Old Ones. From the inside... with our current strength, it's impossible to break. Unless...”

She paused, a faint glimmer of light flashing in her eyes:

“Unless there is a powerful enough external force continuously bombarding its weak points from the outside... only then might a crack appear. But who would be so bored as to delve into this hellish volcanic core to attack this barrier?”

“External force? Attacking from the outside?!”

Su Chen's tentacles, which were frantically whipping the barrier, suddenly paused. He blinked, then burst into a huge glow of pleasant surprise,

“Hahahaha! Then there's nothing to worry about! Someone will definitely come!”

His massive body instantly relaxed, and his huge tentacles even leisurely slapped the scorching lava below, splashing up large crimson waves.

The Divine Summer military must be locking onto Mount Fuji right now!

If he crashed in and went silent, how could those people sit idly by?

They would dig three feet deep to find a way in and retrieve him!

At that time, wouldn't this broken barrier be easily dealt with?

With a huge weight lifted from his mind,

Su Chen's massive, inquisitive gaze involuntarily refocused on Aria.

The crimson glow of the lava illuminated her pale but undeniably beautiful profile,

her black hair cascaded like a waterfall, framing her swan-like neck and delicate collarbones.

The human curves of her upper body rose and fell gracefully, faintly visible beneath her tattered clothing, breathtakingly beautiful and enough to make any male creature's blood surge.

Unfortunately... Su Chen's huge compound eyes uncontrollably glanced downwards—at the lower body covered in dark purple chitinous armor, connected to eight ferocious blade-like long legs... a perfect dividing line.

The next moment,

an extremely serious, ultimate question concerning the essence of life,

bubbled up in his massive brain like magma bubbles, no longer suppressible!

“Aria!”

Su Chen's huge head drew closer, his voice unprecedentedly solemn, serious, and earnest, each mental syllable imbued with the gravity of an academic discussion,

“I have a very, very important and serious question concerning racial physiological structural differences... that I must ask you!”

Aria was startled by his sudden solemn tone,

her remaining right arm subconsciously propped up her weak body, and her ethereal purple eyes looked at his enormous eyes with a hint of confusion and seriousness.

Could it be about the Cthulhu barrier?

Or the hidden dangers of the Spider God's power?

“Speak.”

She prepared to listen to important information.

Su Chen took a deep breath,

“You... how do you poop?”

“Get out—!!!”

...No one was aware of the dangerous scene that had just unfolded inside Mount Fuji,

they only saw that,

after Su Chen crashed the World-Ending Spider Queen into the volcano,

Mount Fuji, which had been dormant for hundreds of years, erupted.

Boom—!!!

The mountain trembled violently,

crimson lava, like boiling blood, furiously spewed out from the cracked opening at the summit.

Wherever it passed,

all vegetation instantly carbonized and burned,

the earth was scorched with deep, smoking, charred gullies,

and the air was filled with the pungent smell of sulfur and death.

However,

even though such terrifying magma erupted from within Mount Fuji,

the two fierce beasts inside showed no signs of emerging.

It seemed that,

Su Chen and Aria had perished together,

buried in this scorching lava hell.

Off the coast of Tokyo,

“Hahahahaha!!”

A hoarse, piercing laugh, filled with undisguised ecstasy, cut through the roar of the surging lava and the wail of the waves.

Saruman's scaled face twisted with fawning and excitement,

“Bishop is mighty! Your two-birds-with-one-stone scheme is simply a divine masterpiece! Not only did it completely eliminate that damned Kraken who repeatedly ruined my plans, but it also buried that God-Sacrificer, who appeared from nowhere, in this volcanic purgatory! Perfect! Absolutely perfect!”

On the sea,

Morgue, clad in a black robe, stood with his hands behind his back.

His scaled face was unperturbed, only in the depths of his non-human vertical pupils,

a cold thrill of a successful scheme flashed and disappeared.

He slightly raised his hand, stopping Saruman's excessive flattery.

“Hmph, it's just that luck was on our side.”

Morgue's voice was flat, yet it carried a condescending sense of control,

“Who could have foreseen that these two foolish prey would actually stumble into the seal of an Old Ones' remains themselves? It saved us the trouble of acting personally and exposing our strength. This... perhaps is the Sea God's favor upon us.”

He paused, his vertical pupils slowly rotating,

“Since this most troublesome Kraken has now turned to ash...”

Morgue's voice suddenly rose, carrying an undeniable, iron-blooded resolve,

“Our Sea God Cult no longer needs to hide its edge! We must thoroughly nip in the bud any potential sprouts among those weak Blue Star natives before they truly grow!”

No sooner had he finished speaking,

Liss immediately stepped forward.

“Bishop, I suggest our primary target—be Divine Summer.”

He raised a hand covered in fine scales, pointing towards Divine Summer.

“Based on my observations during this period of infiltration, this nation... is very different. Their individual strength may still be nascent, but the cohesion and resilience displayed by their people, as well as the terrifying foresight and execution of their leadership, far surpass other civilizations on this planet. More importantly...”

“They have already secured a star-patterned vibranium ore vein. If left to develop, in due time, Divine Summer will become the greatest obstacle to our clan's full descent, and even... a grave threat!”

He slightly tilted his head, the shadow under his hood seemingly turning towards Morgue, his tone carrying a hint of sinister calculation:

“And right now, we possess an excellent 'tool'—Blue Star's current second-largest power, America.”

“Their high-ranking officials are full of short-sighted greed and boundless ambition, making them extremely easy to manipulate. I have already reached a preliminary strategic alliance agreement with their so-called 'decision-makers'.”

“We can easily incite America to lead the charge, using its vast conventional military power to exhaust and tear apart Divine Summer. And we, only need to provide some supernatural support at critical moments, to reap the benefits.”

“Once Divine Summer, our greatest threat, is annihilated, we will then turn our guns, eliminating America, which has been fully exploited, along with other potentially promising forces...”

Liss's voice was like a devil's whisper, filled with the cold thrill of betrayal and destruction.

“...By then, perhaps there will be no need to wait for our clan's main army to descend; our Sea God Cult alone will be enough to completely conquer this weak civilization! This merit will belong solely to you, Bishop!”

Bishop Morgue listened quietly,

his pale fingers gently caressing the dark gem on his ring.

Every word from Liss was like a drumbeat on his ambition.

In his vertical pupils, the frozen chill was gradually replaced by a burning light of excitement, named merit and slaughter!

The first greatMeritorious Service for conquering a nascent civilization!

This glory would be enough to skyrocket his status within the clan!

“Very good! Liss!”

Morgue clenched his fist abruptly, and the gem burst forth with a mesmerizing, eerie glow,

“It shall be as you say! Go at once! I want to see Divine Summer engulfed in war and chaos in the shortest possible time! I will use their despair to celebrate our clan's future victory!”

“As you command, Bishop!”

Liss bowed deeply, a cruel arc forming at the corner of his mouth beneath his hood, and his figure slowly merged into the sea.