"Sigh..."

High above the crumbling Samipa Icefield, Lotarion couldn’t help but let out a deep sigh.

Hearing His sigh, Uvie Muzhe thought He was lamenting the fate of the Samipa Race, and couldn’t help saying, "Lotarion, sir, those guys brought this upon themselves."

"I know..."

Lotarion nodded, though there was a part of the sentence left unsaid in his heart.

Although much of the Samipa Race’s current situation was their own doing, He couldn’t help but feel some melancholy.

But of course, that was the extent of it.

While Lotarion is indeed a kind-hearted Giant Dragon, He isn’t so overflowing with compassion as to sacrifice everything for the Samipa Race.

If it weren’t for Rogel, the True God Skull would have inevitably shattered the Samipa Icefield upon his death, causing even greater calamity.

He came here to suppress the True God Skull, not solely for the sake of the Samipa Race.

Yet those Samipa people, knowing nothing of the truth, were ultimately innocent...

Seeing Lotarion’s demeanor, Uvie Muzhe didn’t continue discussing this topic, but instead glanced at Rogel, saying in disbelief, "Rogel, did you truly suppress that so-called True God Skull?!"

"How did you do it?"

"Woo woo..." Hearing Uvie Muzhe’s inquiry, Oduan’s son couldn’t help but utter a couple of sounds, his shock evident in his eyes.

"It’s a secret."

To this, Rogel simply responded calmly.

Upon hearing this, Uvie Muzhe immediately gave up his intention to pry further, muttering a couple of comments about the kid playing coy, then ceased to speak.

Lotarion, on the other hand, couldn’t help but glance at Uvie Muzhe, thinking, you weren’t sure he could suppress that True God Skull either?

Yet you dared to assure me?

Seeing Lotarion’s gaze, Uvie Muzhe coughed and pretended not to see it.

"... Rogel, I have a request," Lotarion didn’t care much about the previous matter, but rather looked at Rogel, "I wish to accompany you; when necessary, I will act, no matter what, this True God Skull mustn’t break through the suppression."

Don’t worry, not to mention the True God Skull, even a True Divine Corpse, as long as it’s placed in the Item Inventory, without me actively taking it out, it won’t be able to escape on its own...

Rogel thought to himself.

However, while thinking this, his exterior remained calm, as he nodded, "Alright, I will take good care of this True God Skull."

If he could use this True God Skull to keep Lotarion with him, that would be a huge gain!

Unlike Doyle, who was a weakling, Lotarion was genuinely of demigod-level prowess!

Such a helper, the more the better!

After wrapping up this topic, Rogel once again cast his gaze down towards the Samipa Icefield.

The downfall of Samipa was a complete tragedy; without him, the True God Skull would have fallen into the hands of Oduan’s son, their end still doomed...

However, he didn’t care about that.

He is only concerned with helping Uvie Muzhe achieve what it wants to accomplish.

"Time to go, to the Dragon Village."

Said Rogel, turning away, the Black Tide accompanying Oduan’s imprisoned son as they left together.

...

With someone like Oduan’s son as a ready hostage, Rogel naturally plans to extract every ounce of value from him.

But this guy seems to have quite the hard bones.

"Hah, you want me to betray my father, the great Dominator of the Land of Giants, that is simply impossible, I am Oduan’s son, the eldest son of the Land of Giants, possessing the most elite bloodline and inte..."

Boom!

Uvie Muzhe smacked him, leaving him dazed and disoriented.

"Shut your damn mouth! Speak up! Otherwise, I’ll tear you to pieces right now!"

Hearing the words "Land of Giants," Uvie Muzhe’s temper instantly flared up.

Those damn giant bastards, occupying the nest, dare to flaunt in its face!

"Hmph, you won’t kill me!" Oduan’s son said with a hint of contempt in his eyes, and an arrogance borne of his intelligence, "You want to use me to threaten my great father, I am your valuable bargaining chip, so you absolutely won’t kill me."

Once he finished speaking, the other head followed up.

"The Land of Giants is filled with my powerful kin, each bearing top-tier bloodlines, possessing incredible bloodline abilities. You would die if you entered."

"If you let me go, then..."

But before he could finish, Rogel furrowed his brow and covered his mouth.

It seems this guy hasn’t been around for long; though he appears normal, he has a low mental maturity, endlessly chattering.

"Don’t want to talk? Fine."

Rogel said blandly.

Then, raising his right hand, a mysterious purple power gathered on his fingertip, slowly aiming towards Oduan’s son’s brow.

This is a little trick he got from Doyle, using the Power of Faith to temporarily boost it, allowing him to easily handle the current situation... extracting part of Oduan’s memory.

However, the price would be his death.

What is this?!

Watching Rogel’s finger approach his brow closer and closer, one of Oduan’s son’s heads felt immense fear, his pupils contracting.

What is he going to do?!

The targeted head was filled with horror, continuously whimpering, yet unable to articulate.

Rogel had no intention of dawdling with him, directly pressing a finger down.

"Uh..."

The instant Rogel’s fingertip made contact with Oduan’s son’s forehead, it caused him to roll his eyes, twitching, akin to having his brainstem extracted.