At this moment, Chloe paid no heed to the shock of those onboard the ship, pressing her fingers against the brand on her forehead.
The seal on her self-memory melted instantly.
"Xiaoke Xiaoke, I'm here!"
"Damn it, Xiaoke, I'm about to get off work!"
"Xiaoke, can't I?"
"Xiaoke should also gain happiness."
The final image froze in a downpour, upon the Treasure Elf who had been cursed to death.
Yet a tear fell from the corner of his eye.
Immediately, a boundless murderous aura spread around.
"I knew it would be like this."
He let out a calm yet regretful laugh and said softly:
"If Master Nini hadn't been killed by you, how could she have watched me become the Filthy Moon Demon King."
The soaring waves swallowed his voice.
He lifted his head, revealing an indifferent face.
"Aikemos High Priest, you want to nurture me as a sacrifice for the Evil God, don't you?"
Aikemos was indeed the true name of the High Priest of the Flesh and Blood Hermitage.
