CHAPTER 647: CHAPTER 434: I SAW THE OVERLORD’S EGG

Elsa and Sali, from the first moment they emerged from Sain Dungeon, looked up at the sky.

The night engulfed the sky, yet it wasn’t pitch black, as it was tinged with a faint glow, indicating it was nearing dawn.

Sali calculated the time internally and said, "So, we’ve only spent a few hours inside the Dungeon?"

It’s so strange, it feels like we’ve been fighting in that Painting World for such a long time.

"No, you’ve actually been inside the Dungeon for a whole day."

Luluwo’s voice came from beside them. She yawned as she approached and said, "I’m just here waiting for you guys. So, how was the experience in the Painting World?"

She and Elsa exchanged a look, confirming each other’s eyes still held determination, and she nodded with satisfaction.

Originally, she was worried this kid might have a soft resolve, and if venturing into the Painting World with former companions made her hesitant again, what could be done? But now, one look at her eyes made it clear, she was no longer the indecisive person she used to be, so there was no need to worry.

However, why did it feel like her resolve had become even stronger? More so than before she went in?

What Luluwo couldn’t know was that perhaps people who had entered the Sword Wind Legend’s Painting World would develop a similar stress response towards the Mercenary Group, unwilling to join one again. To alleviate this stress, besides letting time wear it down, one could hope Gong Qiying would create a [Painting World "Black Beast"].

However, after seeing that Black Beast, it might be the Elves’ turn to develop a stress response.

Luluwo started to become interested in the Painting World they had entered; after all, it was a newly discovered Painting World.

"I think it’s better if you never go in, not in this lifetime," Elsa gave a heartfelt warning.

Even Sali, who had a distaste for adventurers, deeply agreed with this internally and restrained himself from nodding in agreement.

For some reason, he suddenly found Luluwo less annoying, although he still resented her for "misleading" Elsa.

So, he extended an invitation.

"For now, we don’t know the upper limit of how many people can enter this Painting World. Perhaps we’ll have a chance to collaborate in the future, Ms. Luluwo."

He displayed an innocent yet sincere smile, as if genuinely discussing cooperation.

"Sure, sure." Luluwo nodded heartily, yet her eyes concealed something.

The two people, each harboring their own agendas, smiled at each other.

Elsa couldn’t bear to watch this scene any longer and walked ahead with a stern face and brisk steps. When Sali noticed, he quickly followed.

"Hmm... Looks like I won’t need to keep following now. Feels like that kid should be fine now."

Luluwo rubbed her smooth chin, watching their gradually distancing figures, and muttered to herself.

"Well, maybe I’ll still follow along and see."

Soon after, Elsa and Sali arrived at the Light Eagle Group’s base.

Only when he saw the White Eagle banner fluttering high above the Light Eagle Group’s base did Sali suddenly realize they had arrived.

He thought he’d be passionately persuading Elsa to stay along the way. Before venturing into the Painting World, he even thought out what lines he would say.

However, after coming out, he sealed those words deep in his mind, suddenly losing the urge to persuade Elsa. He didn’t even know why he suddenly lost that intention. What was happening to him?

Conversely, throughout the journey, he couldn’t stop thinking about Sword Wind Legend.

Did he think about the bloody scenes or the protagonists’ complex relationships? No, he was thinking about those monsters and the Overlord’s Egg that led Griffith to become the Dark Wing.

What on earth was that red sphere with a human face? It looked utterly bizarre and filled with Demon Qi—absolutely not a normal object. It seemed more like a product of evil alchemical experiments or an anti-human object procured by cultists from an Evil God.

The word ’sacrifice’, in most cases, isn’t a good term. It’s often associated with things like Evil Gods. One of the most infamous Evil God incidents in recent years was the bloody cult sacrifice ceremony from Warrior Country that resulted in hundreds of deaths a few years back.

Offering sacrifices to an Evil God in exchange for power is almost a consensus among cultists, an ideological stamp engraved in their bones. Sali thought the so-called Erosion was a massive sacrificial ceremony, through which Griffith gained immense power from sacrificing the Eagle Group, becoming a higher-level existence.

Judging merely by the opponent’s performance, it’s unresolvable. What Evil God would be so generous as to grant cultists such formidable power?

So Sali thought things might not be that simple, and judging by Griffith’s performance, he didn’t seem to be merely a lucky individual blessed by an Evil God but rather gave off the impression of a transcendent being, beyond ordinary humans.

What should such a life form be called?

Although figuring out the name didn’t aid the conquest, Sali’s curiosity far exceeded that of an ordinary person, so he cared a lot about it.

And even more concerning to him were a myriad of other things, the most obvious being—

"I keep feeling like I’ve seen something similar to the Overlord’s Egg somewhere before..." he muttered to himself with a frown, unable to recall where he’d seen it, or perhaps it was just an illusion of his?