"Um."

Rabai lowered his head, did not reply, but gave a faint response, revealing a thoughtful expression.

After a while, he raised his head and said to Xiu.

"We can travel together."

Xiu looked at Labai and felt that something was strange, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it. However, in this potentially dangerous ruin, traveling together was indeed a good choice.

"good."

Xiu agreed to Rabai's request.

And so, the ruins became a five-person team—Haren, Nesser, the twins, and Ficklin together.

The two-person team consists of Labai and Xiu.

besides......

Safa, who has been searching for his father's whereabouts within the ruins, and El, who has just discovered the Statue Square.

After arriving at the ruins, he went straight to the center and finally reached the Statue Square before Roy left to explore.

As he stepped into the plaza, his gaze first fell not on the altar, but on the enormous, shattered statue standing atop it.

El raised his head slightly and stared at the unrecognizable statue for a long time. After a while, he pursed his lips, seemingly lost in thought. He was the only person in the entire square, and the silence seemed to freeze time.

In the blink of an eye, his wings unfurled, and amidst a carpet of white feathers, he flew straight toward the statue and soared up to it.

He hovered at the very top of the statue, scanning every detail: the remaining divine armor, the missing arms, and the missing head.

The damage is so severe that it's clear the place has been through a fierce battle, and it's not just a simple case of weathering. It's impossible to say it wasn't damaged by human intervention.

A hint of confusion flashed in his eyes. He reached out and gently touched the broken neck of the statue, as if it were a precious treasure, afraid that if he used any more force, the statue would be damaged even more severely.

"Why... do I feel sad?"

His fingertips gently caressed the broken edge, his eyes vacant and bewildered, yet concealing sorrow, mixed with emotions unique to living beings.

After an unknown amount of time, he gently withdrew his hand and placed it on his chest.

He has no heart, never has. Angels aren't considered living beings, nor do they have blood, so...

Why does my chest feel so hot right now?

It was an emotion he had never experienced before.

What god is it?

He muttered to himself.

El only has memories from the last five hundred years, and these memories only include the period after the seven gods fell into slumber, during which humanity expanded its power infinitely on the continent of Coral.

The rest...

There was nothing there.

Not to mention, in this ancient ruin, there are gods whose names are unknown, or even unknown to anyone, yet there are still statues of gods.

His emotions might be because....

He had seen this god before.

El closed his eyes. As an angel, he shouldn't be doing things that weren't related to maintaining order, but this time, he wanted to know.

He finally shifted his gaze from the statue to the altar below.

El didn't know that Baixi had been there; he only knew that the altar might be related to this god.

Before he arrived, he hadn't expected his emotions to be so strongly stirred.

He flapped his wings and landed in front of the altar, beginning to carefully observe it, hoping to find some answers.

"It's a ritual..."

Although El didn't have many memories, magical languages ​​were ingrained in his bones. No matter how ancient they were, he could understand them. So he immediately recognized the inscription as a prayer for summoning the gods.

Compared to the little ghost's ambiguous and half-baked understanding, El was clearly more clear-headed.

"Will I be able to see her?"

He then looked at the altar as a whole, and after getting a general understanding of how it worked, he showed a thoughtful expression.

El wasn't actually sure either; this was just an altar. Even if the requirements of the altar were met, there were still two prerequisites for summoning a god.

One god still exists and is still alive; the other is a god who is willing to respond to the prayers of believers.

Both of these points are indispensable.

Therefore, even if he fulfills the requirements of the altar, he may not necessarily be able to see the god represented by the statue.

But after only a moment's thought, El left the Statue Square without hesitation; he was going to give it a try.

The altar requires the activation of seven mechanisms before the ritual can be initiated to take effect.

Although I don't know why there were seven such useless and time-consuming mechanisms, it's not important to El and he doesn't care.

Moreover, two of them have already been opened.

He knew before he came that there were many creatures moving around in this ruin, so it seemed he needed to be quick so that he could unlock the remaining five mechanisms before the other races arrived at the statue square.

After El left, the two men's voices, which were talking in a low voice, echoed again in the statue square.

"With him, do we not need to take action anymore...?"

"I think it's still necessary. There are still some mechanisms that she has to solve herself."

"Seriously, sigh."

"So why did your son come to join the fun? Why did the archangel come? Even the vampire came."

After this was said, the air fell silent, and it took a long time before another person answered.

"That's your grandson too. Who knows what angels and vampires are up to..."

His tone was somewhat resentful as he harshly criticized the situation.

“Safa has almost discovered us. That kid is growing really fast.”

Then he let out a sigh.

"I can't reveal myself yet, so you better watch out! It's all your fault for leaving behind that worthless feather!"

Another voice gritted its teeth.

"Okay, okay, it's all my fault."

Very perfunctory.

...

At that time, Safa was carrying Safis's feather and was flying through the ruins. But even though he was a demon king, he was still a demon. After leaving the western continent, he was severely restricted by the rules in the territory of living beings.

His strength only qualifies him as a demon lord, not even reaching the level of a hellish servant.

This is an extremely dangerous situation for a demon king.

God knows how many dangers lie within these ruins.

But Safa seemed completely unconcerned. He kept comparing the scents on the feathers and following the trail, only to miss his target each time.

He wanted to know if his father was still alive.

However, the positioning effect of 'Wings of Time' was limited. He couldn't accurately capture Safis's aura. Every time it appeared and disappeared, just when he was about to find it, it would vanish without a trace.

"How could this be...? Is Father still alive...?"

As time went on, Safa also became somewhat anxious.

Each time, just when hope seems within reach, all that remains is emptiness.

There are only two possibilities now: his father doesn't want to see him and is avoiding him.

Another reason is that his father had also visited this site and left a faint trace of his presence, leading him to mistakenly believe that his father was still alive.