The human lying on the ground grew increasingly disoriented, but he forced himself to stay conscious.
He didn't know the exact appearance of the Guardian God of the Garcia Plane he was searching for, but... that sacred, soul-penetrating pressure could only belong to a Divine Spirit!
And as long as he could save their tribe, he didn't care about the true identity of the other party...
The tribesmen could no longer wait.
They must not be destroyed by demons, absolutely not!
Bearing the excruciating pain, he spoke haltingly...
"Followers of the evil god who believe in the Plague Tyrant used evil power to corrupt the Crown of the Sun, resulting in Sun City being captured... Our Chieftain, who carried the Divine Blood, was killed by worshipers of the evil god during the battle."
"The Princess had no choice but to lead the army to retreat to our ancestral land... White Stone City."
