No wonder there is a burnt smell underneath, this place is an electric oven.

——Save me, save me out!

I only saw some floating soil and slag on the ground, without any trace of living people.

This sound comes from a metal ball, and it is not a voice, but a voice of thought.

--what do you?

I reply to it with my thoughts, and this way of communication can be communicated with the same frequency saves a lot of trouble.

——Arulachi.

I thought about it and felt that I had an impression of this name, but I didn't remember it for a moment.

——Oibuprofen, save me!

Oh yell? It knows the little queen? No, it should be said that it is a person of the same generation as the little queen!

——Who was locked here and what did you do? The prisoner?

I can't save it just because it knows the ancestors of my tribe. Besides, there are poisonous snakes that come out of the hole and will harm people.

——Traitor, traitor, abominable judge!

It was emotionally excited, and I had to persuade it to calm down. It was impossible to explain things by just expressing anger.

Under my guidance, this creature who claimed to be an Arulakian told about how it was betrayed by its subordinates, trapped in a metal cage, and sentenced to the black bird to guard the prison door, and suffered lightning strikes from time to time.

Because lightning strikes can weaken its power, there is a lot of rain here, and two-thirds of the year it rains, and there is never a shortage of lightning attacks.

As long as it does not take away the thunder-induced object, it will have no chance to ascend to heaven.

In the same age as the Little Queen, she was trapped underground for unimaginable years. During this period, she was still alive. If there were no lightning to weaken its power, how strong would it be?
Chapter completed!