"N, nooooo!"
"Crazy bastard! Do you think we are the only ones who will die? Everybody will die! Do it if you dare!"
The people wearing grey priest outfits were shouting.
Their eyes were focused on Raon and Cale, who were heading to the altar. They then looked toward the rose gold thunderbolts that looked ready to pierce through the black wall and strike down at any moment.
However, nobody dared to move.
"All those who worship the Demonic race will curse you Cale Heni...ugh!"
"Curse that Dragon, ahhhh!"
Baaaaang! Bang!
Pink arrows landed right in front of the priests who were shouting curses. Those arrows would have gone right through their heads if they moved even one centimeter closer.
"Thank you, Dodori!"
"This is just basic stuff, my hoobae Dragon!"
Cale just quietly observed the scene with his arms crossed.
"...Ugh. Ugh."
He was using king Bakehe as a chair.
– Cale. Will you purify things right away once that young Dragon destroys the sculptures?
Cale nodded his head at the Super Rock's question.
It wouldn't be weird if he told Raon to hurry, but Cale looked relaxed. However, his mind was not relaxed at all.
He wanted to take care of everything as quickly as possible. Unfortunately, he could not hurry.
"Please go back inside!"
"We will get you out again if you go in for now! We're not going to lock the cell doors. Do you see those thunderbolts?! You're done for if you get struck by it!"
The Ranger Brigade members had stopped rescuing the hostages and were sending them back into the cells.
'It'll be bad if the hostages get hurt by the fiery thunderbolts.'
Cale was very good at controlling the fiery thunderbolts, but he didn't want any accidents where a hostage who was moving got injured.
He needed to be super careful because a lot of their bodies were messes right now.
That was why Cale kept up a poker face while hiding his nervousness.
– Cale. You seem quite nervous...is there a reason for that?
The ancient powers realized it.
And Raon, who peeked behind him, realized it as well.
– Human! Is there anything urgent? Why do you look like that even though grandpa Ron isn't telling you to drink lemonade?
Cale didn't respond to Raon and only answered the ancient powers in his mind.
'There are only four of them.'
Only four of the sculptures were here.
Then where were the remaining four?
Cale said a single statement out of nervousness.
"...There are no Dark Elves here."
The hostages had cheered with joy, thinking that Cale was young master Naru.
They had reached their hands out for him to save them.
The Endable Kingdom's citizens had never given up their will to survive, even though their bodies were injured and tired.
