"Wait a moment. Let''s bring one more person along," Whistler said.


    "You mean "


    "Master Calcraft. Regardless of everything, he''s the strongest fighter now. Though we don''t know his true intentions, he might be one of our allies."


    "Alright. Let''s give it a try, then."


    Inside Goldspin za, Alistair was sitting in the center of the conference room, surrounded by a crowd of people who were all under his control. Currently, nearly ten thousand people in the entire building had be his subordinates.


    "That''s right, this is exactly how it should be. Come now, little worms..."


    Next to Alistair was the All Souls Token, covered by a ss dome.


    ...


    After discussing the n, Fogort mysteriously returned to his room and called out


    to the Chaos Talisman.


    "Wake up."


    "What is it?"


    "What methods are there for inheriting the Six Ritualistic Weapons?"


    "You already have the answer, don''t you?"


    "So, my guess is right?"


    "Exactly. The inheritance ceremony for the Six Ritualistic Weapons can only be initiated if all six sect masters agree."


    The Chaos Talisman continued, "And here''s something interesting-the inheritance can also be based on blood rtions, in which case, the approval of the sect masters isn''t necessary."


    Fogort frowned and asked, "Are you implying that Alistair is biologically rted to that Path master?"


    "No, no, no. If that were the case, Alistair wouldn''t be experiencing these strange side effects. The answer is quite clear."


    "Alistair swallowed the inheritor''s soul into his own body!"


    "Correct! Very perceptive of you! No wonder you''re capable of inheriting my power."


    The Chaos Talisman disyed a proud expression before continuing, "You can sense this because you, too, have inherited the Six Ritualistic Weapons. As you said, the weapons need to merge with the host''s soul, so the most effective and straightforward way to seize the artifact is to consume that person''s soul!"


    "And what about the person whose soul has been consumed?"


    "It''s a dead end for them. However, some remnants of the soul might remain thanks to the weapon''s influence. But there''s nothing to be happy about in that case. Although a person who is deprived of their soul is not dead, they''re likely ruined for the rest of their lives!"


    "You can separate the other artifacts, right?"


    "This isn''t up to me," the Chaos Talisman responded.


    Fogort was confused. Could Esen have been wrong?


    "What do you mean by that?"


    The Chaos Talisman closed its eyes and pretended to be profound as it replied, "It''s simple. I can do it, but your cultivation isn''t strong enough!"


    "What?"


    "That''s right. You''ve only been my sessor for less than five years. Do you think you''re ready? Dream on. With your amateur skills, do you think you can extract the other weapons? How foolish!"


    "What are we supposed to do, then? There''s no time for this! We need to save


    people and stop Alistair. He already has two of the weapons!"


    "That has nothing to do with me," the talisman said indifferently.


    "What did you say?!" Fogort roared and grabbed the talisman furiously.


    "You think I won''t tear you into pieces?!"


    "Hey, hey! Are you crazy? Let go, let go!"