Lowe didn't know that the three of them had stepped into the ice field, and if he knew that, he might have changed some of his decisions.

The silver bee that Luo had bred had completely controlled several hurricanes in the area where it was located, and the silver hurricanes roamed the area, happily revolving around Lo who was sitting cross-legged.

Luo looked at the roaring silver hurricane, and suddenly stretched out his hand, and when he was about to withdraw it, there was already an extra silver poisonous bee between his fingers.

The poisonous bee was quiet, lying quietly on Luo's fingers, its hideous pointed belly gently rubbing Luo's delicate and slender fingers.

Law closed his eyes and began to quietly comprehend the changes that had taken place in this new race under the influence of the Fertile Lands ability.

A wry smile finally appeared on Luo's face, the effect of the fertility of the land was unpredictable and beyond Luo's control.

He wasn't too happy with the new abilities that the bees had realized, but he was barely okay with them.

Psychic demagoguery.

This ability is no stranger to Lowe, it's an ability of his partner, a low-level ability.

Luo was planning to use a sufficient number of poisonous bees as his own god-slaying move, but it was obviously inappropriate to use a low-level ability in the category of mental power such as psychic bewitchment to deal with the sub-god Baal, who was known for his strong mental power.

Lowe wasn't going to wait any longer, he had stayed here for so long that if he stayed any longer, he would probably miss the time for Zarik and Baal to open the altar.

Luo looked at the powerful silver hurricane that was obviously different from the hurricane in the distance, and waved his right hand, and the poisonous bee above his finger had been sent back to the hurricane by him again.

Luo stepped into the hurricane, and the silver hurricane group instantly enveloped Luo's figure the moment Luo stepped in, and quickly roared towards the depths of the hurricane area.

As the hurricanes progressed, the icy silvery-white color gradually returned to its original black, and there was no difference from other hurricanes.

At this time, Barr and Zarik had indeed entered the last leg of their journey, and had entered a path of hunger that seemed to be somewhat different from that of the Lost Trench.

"Zarik, you're already good at starving, aren't you?"

Baal looked at the starving road ahead that made him a little helpless, and asked Zarik coldly, who had been silently following him.

"Lord Bal, I don't think it's a very wise choice for you to take back from me what you have done to G'Oin. After all, if I can't get to my destination safely, no one will open the altar for you. ”

Zarik respectfully placed the narrow saber in his hand on the ground, knocked his forehead to the ground, and replied to Baal casually.

Zarik knew very well that the journey ahead of him was terrible, and that he did not hesitate to abandon everything that was not necessary for survival.

The same is true of Baal, who is old enough to ward off hunger and is somewhat out of step with his sub-god status. The Path of Hunger was also the only place where Baal could be killed by a sneak attack other than by the stream.

So, Barr asked Zarik, who wanted to tell Zarik in his voice that he was a god who could get into trouble with the Juggernaut at any time.

According to the agreement between the two, Barr will be responsible for Zarik's diet during this journey. At the very least, Barr needed to make sure that Zarik wouldn't starve to death in the ruins.

Baal was well prepared for how to get food in this inaccessible area.

Dream Hunting.

This is one of Baal's mystical abilities, and everything he needs can be obtained in his dreams, including food, of course.

That's why Zarik never showed the slightest hostility towards Barr.

When he walked out of the way of hunger and finally stood on the huge and eternal altar, Baal, who had consumed a lot of mental energy because of the large amount of food he had fished out of his dreams, should be the weakest when he saw the altar activated.

When embracing one's dreams, one's vigilance should be very low, and he is still a sub-god who is old enough and has consumed a lot of spiritual power.

Luo is not the only one who has the idea of slaughtering gods.

Barr didn't seem to be aware of Zarik's thoughts, and he had begun to hunt for food from the dreams he had created by pretending to sleep.

The first food Barr gave to Zarik was like a mutated turtle shell, a dark green mottled shell.

"Zarik, dream hunting isn't as easy as you think, so I hope you can enjoy eating from this turtle shell."

Baal needs Zarik alive, but that doesn't stop him from controlling the kind of food he eats to control the immortal master who has always coveted him.

Zarik didn't protest that Barr had given him a hard turtle shell, while he himself was enjoying a fat mutant fish.

In this journey, it is extremely fortunate to have something to eat, and picky eating will only lead to destruction sooner.

What Zarik didn't know was that there were people who were struggling with what to eat in this hungry way.

Lowe was all too familiar with this almost masochistic path of hunger, and because of the vague rules of the way of hunger, he needed to stay here for a certain amount of time before he could pass through the area.

As Low's ability progressed, his land fertility ability also changed a bit, and at least it seemed like he could communicate with the land now to slightly affect the types of food he found next.

The first thing that came to Luo's mind was the large piece of barbecue with enough energy that he had eaten in Heidi's experimental base, but he finally chose the kind of sweet potato with Cang that he had shared with Cang in the Lost Trench.

After he entered the ice field, the dark connection between him and Cang faded a lot, and there seemed to be an invisible barrier that sealed any consciousness from the wilderness.

Lowe hadn't eaten much, and he had been thinking about it for a little longer than when he had been eating.

The mutant swarm hadn't evolved enough abilities to make him reconsider the chances of his God-Slayer project.

Perhaps, he would have to sacrifice his life in exchange for Baal to remain in this ruin forever.

Even if he used one of the three lives of Nirvana, Lowe didn't plan to let Baal go.

Kill this sub-god, kill the master who walks with the sub-god, kill everyone who enters here.

Then, it will become the new home of his long-lost companion in the ice field.

As for the Dark Wizard Ge Oin who has left this ruin, Luo does not intend to kill her, and he still has plans to cooperate with Ge Oin further.