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It was undoubtedly a pleasant morning for the inhabitants of the Hornfest Mountains – the sun was shining, the climate was pleasant, the breeze was blowing, everything seemed so beautiful, and a colony of thornbees began their day's work in the warm morning light. Like the rest of their kind, these fearsome little flying insects feed on honey, and this flowering season is the busiest time of the year for these little creatures.

A worker bee flapped its wings and flew to the heart of a blooming green jade flower—a verdant flower unique to Mount Hohenfest, a favorite of the iron bees—ready to collect the nectar from it. For it, this is just one of countless routine collection tasks, just take the straw growing on the jaw and store the sucked juice in a gland located in the mouth, and even if it is done, it is not difficult or dangerous compared to defending against enemies invading the hive.

However, it was destined to not be able to complete this mission, and when it easily folded its wings and was ready to start working, an invisible force quietly invaded its body, and the tiny consciousness of the iron thorn bee was suddenly compressed into the ocean of its own soul, completely losing control of its body, and the next moment, under the control of the intruder, the small flying insect rose lightly into the sky and flew towards the depths of Hornfest Mountain.

Rhaegar was pleased with the body of the insect he occupied: few creatures, including the monsters, were willing to provoke these little bugs, the poison of the thorn wasp was enough to make any creature with some knowledge of the species carefully consider the consequences before doing so, despite its small size, as the strongest of the known bees, the thorn bee had physical strength that did not match its appearance, although it was not fast, the little bug could fly at top speed for a whole day, and more importantly, as a means of detecting the bottom of the opponent, no one would notice a small flying insect。

After leaving Hohenfest, the team took up a temporary stay in a small village near the foot of the mountain, where Heim received full healing from Rhaegar for all his life. Although this did not restore his lost lifespan, it was enough to make the elf's physical condition gradually improve, and after nearly a night of cultivation, his condition had improved greatly, and all he needed was peace of mind.

This result was somewhat comforting to Rhaegar but it did not mean that he was prepared to forgive those who had led his companions to become who they were, whether as a god of judgment or a geist, it had never been his style to forgive his enemies, and he had already embarked on a journey of revenge alone when the team had fallen asleep after a tiring night's work.

The stinging bee, controlled by the geist, flew at a constant speed at a height of tens of meters above the ground. As Rhaegar had predicted, the lone little bug was barely in trouble, and once a hungry bird or two tried to make it their breakfast, but when they noticed the stinger on the latter's tail, they wisely dismissed the idea, and two hours later, Rhaegar finally harnessed his puppet to its destination.

It was a small valley surrounded by mountains, and a small, quaint and rugged temple made entirely of stone was located in the middle of the valley, and Rhaegar could clearly feel that the energy fluctuations that had confronted him last night had come from.

Struggling to suppress the soul fluctuations he emanated, Rhaegar manipulated the iron thorn bee to fly towards the temple, and along the way, the geist was surprised to discover that there were at least a dozen powerful souls around and within this small valley. Their owners either patrol the valley like sentinels or lie quietly on the ground, seemingly on standby, and all creatures are safe with each other, even those who have traditionally regarded each other as predators—it is clear that they are all under the orders of the same master, or controlled by the same power, which raises the alarm of the geist, who are confident in their actions.

No one paid any attention to the presence of the thorn bee, even though it had been discovered at the same time, and to the powerful creatures that inhabited the valley, this little bug was an insignificant existence, it was no threat to anyone here, and it was not even worth the effort of killing it with even a finger. Ignored by almost all the guards, Rhaegar made his way through the clearing in the valley and into the temple.

It was almost rudimentary from the point of view of a temple dedicated to the gods, and there were no rooms in the whole temple except for a hall with idols of the gods, and even this hall, except for the tall statue, was empty—a temple in the most remote mountain village was much more magnificent than this one in the age of the gods, even belonging to the weakest gods.

When Rhaegar first saw the idol facing the entrance, a strange feeling suddenly rose from the depths of his soul - the same feeling had come to him when he came into contact with the Callenian Scepter in the God of the Storm, when he got the crystal in the swamp, and when he saw the gem that housed the ancestor of the orcs.

Although certain forces here make it almost impossible to perceive and probe the inside from the outside, the geist inside the temple can be 100% sure that there is a fragment of his own soul in the statue carved with the ancient water god Vins who was once defeated by himself.

As the subject, Rhaegar has an unrivaled advantage over any fragment that splits from his original soul, and this advantage allows him to survive even when faced with fragments that are more powerful than himself, with one exception - the fragment has become a complete individual, and this is the case now.

In this rough idol, there is not only the fragment of Rhaegar's lost soul, in fact, there is also a broken soul from an unknown person hiding in the idol. Over the course of a long period of coexistence, the two fragments began to merge, and eventually formed a new living entity, a being with the idol as the shell and the soul fragments of the God of Judgment as the dominant being, independent of the other beings. Unless Rhaegar can defeat the other and forcibly split the two pieces that are almost impossible to separate, he will never be able to regain his part of his soul.

Rhaegar quickly commented on the comparison of their strengths: in terms of strength, the idol was at most similar to himself, and with the deep understanding of the soul possessed by the subject and the power of the rules obtained by himself, the geist was more than seventy percent sure of defeating the former. But it cannot be ignored that the other party obviously has some kind of ability to manipulate animals, from the monsters he encountered last night to the powerful creatures he witnessed at this moment, they are undoubtedly all slaves controlled by the gods, even if he can get the full help of the team, it is still not enough to face these opponents.

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