“I don’t know, the bridge had been cut in half when I got there. There was also a large barrier blocking my way. If my assumptions are correct, that barrier was a formation boundary placed by ancient, powerful beings… To protect this world.”
“This barrier was very strong, even stronger than the one in the ancient boundary. That’s why the Olympus Tribe got blocked out.”
Daya paused for a moment.
“The barrier was blurry, but I managed to see the people inside when I stood on the bridge,” she went on.
“What?”
“Someone’s beyond that barrier?”
“Are they gods?”
Even Alex’s face was plastered with curiosity.
Daya shook her head. “Nope, they’re demi-demons.”
Everyone fell silent.
Daya smiled faintly. “Actually, the so-called Divine Envoys are demi-demons too! Their true forms were that of demon beasts, and they aren’t from the true Olympus Tribe. I’m guessing that these beasts were domesticated by said tribe, so they currently serve them!”
“More importantly, it would be quite difficult for these demi-demons to cross the barrier. Even if they did, they’d have to make big sacrifices. Higher-ranked demi-demons would be in more danger if they tried crossing worlds.”
“How are you sure about that?” Alex asked
Daya replied, “When I got up there, the demons in that barrier wanted to attack me. I’m assuming that they didn’t want me telling anyone about this secret, and they wanted to shut me up by killing me.”
“But then… When five of those demons rushed over, four of them died from a lightning strike, and another was so badly injured that it returned to its original form and I ate it.”
Soraya whispered, “The Millers and Hendersons? Are they the allies of the Hancocks?”
Geronimo replied, “I’m afraid they’re the only ones who’d do this.”
Alex raised an eyebrow.
He was waiting for the Divine Envoy of the Olympian Army, yet the Millers and Hendersons came by first. From what Shirley told him, these two families were important factors to enter the Dairaionji Temple as well. He couldn’t proceed without both of them.
However, he didn’t expect them to appear right now before he could even go looking for them.
Before Alex could speak, Geronimo spoke up. “If you know how late it is, wouldn’t you know that it’s disturbing our rest? Come again tomorrow if you have something to say!”
An old woman’s voice came from outside. “I’m rather old, and it’s not easy for me to travel this much. Please just come out here, Mr. Rockefeller, or we’d have no choice but to force our way in.”
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