The wound erupted with captivating sparks, and the bullet arrived in an instant, utterly shredding the already shattered body of the son of man.
Watching the son of man's life force gradually fade, I pursed my lips.
Old monster, whether you are a shepherd god or the mother who gives birth to all things, just go back underground and stay put!
"Batu, is that it?"
Mr. A, who had been standing by, watched me in stunned silence. It seemed he hadn't expected me to resolve two major troubles so simply and brutally.
"What else? Should I have dallied with them for a while longer?"
As I spoke to Mr. A, I slowly walked towards the shepherd god's corpse, bent down, and picked up the first and second obsidian stones from the ground, reinserting them into the empty spaces on the wall.
Although I didn't know if the obsidian stones, once removed, still had any efficacy, it was a simple matter, and I didn't pay it much mind.
"Mr. A, I have now fulfilled my promise to you. What are your plans now?"
I turned around, looking directly at Mr. A, my mind constantly weighing things.
To be honest, Mr. A's answer wasn't important. It would either be waiting for rescue on the spot or actively contacting the outside world to seek a way back.
Both possibilities were within my expectations.
In my heart, my rational side and my emotional side were engaged in a battle.
The rational part told me that Mr. A was likely from the company, and that his qualities were exceptionally high, making him a competent schemer. If I continued on this path, I would eventually have a head-on conflict with the company, and in that scenario, I would very likely confront Mr. A.
Therefore, since so many people had already died in this temple, and my biggest hidden dangers had been eliminated, I might as well take advantage of the situation and get rid of Mr. A as well, thus removing another potential threat.
Correspondingly, my emotional side was incessantly advising me.
If I were to kill Mr. A the moment the enemies disappeared, after fighting alongside him just moments before, what would be the difference between me and the high priest?
"I've had enough of this journey to the Duyan tribe. Perhaps I should return to the outside world and rest for a few days. I hope I won't dream of these two damned old monsters then."
Mr. A shrugged. With the threat gone, his playful nature could no longer be suppressed.
"Indeed, it's time to give myself a few days off. Then I'll wish you a pleasant holiday in advance."
As Mr. A's reply reached my ears, my taut nerves finally relaxed. My body, which had been poised to spring, loosened.
Ultimately, emotion triumphed over reason. Since arriving on this island, I had unknowingly cultivated a modern person's dignity, and it was now something I could not bring myself to do – to attack a companion with whom I had faced life and death.
Having dealt with Mr. A, I could finally leave this cursed place.
I scanned my surroundings with a complex gaze, my eyes finally settling on Hujialuo.
To be honest, I had a good impression of Hujialuo; he was a competent tool.
I had originally intended for Hujialuo to take over as my temple guard commander if I made it out alive.
But who would have thought that Hujialuo would, unknowingly, become a puppet of the shepherd god, his mind manipulated by him.
Seeing Hujialuo's chest still rising and falling, I unconsciously tightened my grip on my gun.
Alas, damn it!
After hesitating for a few seconds, I ultimately did not raise my gun to finish Hujialuo. After all, he had once been my most loyal subordinate.
Whether he lives or dies is up to his fate.
I sighed and listlessly turned towards the entrance.
Now, with a gun in my left hand, carrying the seemingly hollowed-out Pan Lili in my right, and Mr. A behind me, I was the picture of a victorious general, yet the dangers I had endured were too numerous to recount to outsiders.
As I walked, I suddenly felt a coolness on my right hand.
Initially, I paid no attention to such a minor detail, assuming Pan Lili's body was sweating and had wet my hand. But after a few steps, the coolness grew stronger and did not feel like moisture at all.
Only then did I quickly stop and look down at my right hand.
What the hell!
Pan Lili was now as if she were still in the high priest's hands, wisps of blue threads being transmitted to my palm along her features.
Even more chillingly, I found Pan Lili looking at me!