Almost the moment Lamont stood up, all the players felt an immense pressure coming towards them.

A gust of wind inexplicably rose beneath his feet, blowing away the thick layer of dust on the ground.

The ever-burning candles flickered, and the stone bricks on the ground vibrated, as if the entire sacrificial ground was trembling with his anger.

Hohenheim's face showed a solemn expression, and Ding Zisi was filled with disbelief.

Clearly, Lamont's companion had long since perished, and he had been alone in a desolate environment with little food or drink for fifty years.

He was constantly tormented by the magic-absorbing environment.

His physical condition must have been extremely weak and deteriorated.

Under such circumstances, he could still maintain such a degree of momentum.

It was hard to imagine how powerful he would be in his prime.

David and the others looked grave, while only Amberly showed excitement on her face.

Even from a distance, she could sense the fiery fighting spirit beneath Lamont's armor.

The magnificent, sacred, yet deathly silent sacrificial ground,

The longsword burning with flames,

A lonely, aging warrior in his twilight years,

If it were a different occasion, she would probably have rushed up to start hacking, sublimating all the animosity and anger between them in the unbridled collision of blades.

"Wait a moment,"

Faced with the pressure, Li Ang quickly waved his hand and said, "When we entered the underground palace, Ken had already lost all reason and become a monster sitting on a sea of blood and mountains of corpses.

I don't think even you would want to see your brother turn into that."

Lamont, clad in red armor, seemed not to have heard Li Ang's words as he slowly stepped forward.

Each step left a clear footprint on the solid stone bricks.

The oncoming pressure grew heavier and heavier, and Li Ang's expression darkened. He snatched the corpses of Solomon and Theresa from the Kui Niu mecha and righteously shouted, "Don't come any closer!

If you come any closer, I'll destroy your companions' bodies!"

What the...?

Li Ang's companions next to him turned to look, their eyes filled with shock.

Lamont's footsteps froze, and he actually stopped on the ground, not stepping forward.

"Hmph hmph hehe hehe,"

A sinister and eerie laughter came from under the dragon head mask. Li Ang used the tone of a treacherous and despicable villain common in literary works and evilly smiled, "You care about your companions, don't you?

Hmm?

You've gone through countless difficulties and obstacles together, creating countless legendary stories. You're each other's most important family.

I don't think you'd want to see your companions' remains destroyed by my hands because of your impulsiveness."

What the...???

Apart from Liu Wujiu, the other players' gazes became even stranger.

No way, big brother, why does your tone sound so much like a villain desperately resisting when death is imminent?

Using the corpses of the good guys' companions as a threat, you really have the nerve.

Li Ang didn't care about the other players' wonderful expressions. Seemingly to enhance the persuasiveness of his words, he flipped his hand and took out two large steel saws from his sodium ring,

Hovering above Solomon and Theresa's heads, about to fall but not quite.

"You!"

Lamont seemed to be shocked by Li Ang's shamelessness and despicableness. He clenched the longsword in his hand and hoarsely shouted, "What do you want?"

"Just want you to calm down."

Li Ang put away his sinister tone and put the steel saws back into the sodium ring. He said lightly, "We are different from other heroes. We don't care about fame or fortune, nor do we care about changing the world.

We just want to go home."

"Go home?"

Lamont lowered his head slightly, "You are outsiders who fell from another world.

Hehe, go home,

There's no home anymore..."

Li Ang keenly caught the low tone in Lamont's voice, raised an eyebrow, and asked, "What do you mean?"

Lamont did not directly answer Li Ang's question. He raised his head and said hoarsely, "You've read Theresa's diary, haven't you?"

"Read a part of it,"

Li Ang said, "The first half of the diary records Theresa's experience as a nun,

But after she triggered the apocalypse again and had hallucinations about the goddess, the diary's descriptions became blurred,

Especially the second half, which had a lot of omissions and deliberate damage.

Judging from the traces of damage, it should have been destroyed by herself."

"..."

Lamont was silent for a moment, then said in a low voice, "Actually, at the beginning, none of us knew what Theresa's hallucinations were about. She never told us.

It wasn't until later, when we first broke through all the underground palaces and achieved a feat that no one had ever accomplished in history,

That she told us the truth in order to persuade Ken to stay at the foot of the mountain—

In the hallucinations she saw, our world was not a complete and independent world, but just a box."

Li Ang frowned slightly, "Box?"

"I don't know if you've ever raised pets. In my hometown, the ants there are larger in size, have gentle personalities, and relatively long lifespans, so they are often used by children as pets."

Lamont said hoarsely, "We would put a group of ants in a large box made of glass or stone slabs, spread soil, stones, moss, and dead wood inside,

Introduce water sources, and plant mushrooms.

The ants would survive very well in that box. They reproduce, build ant nests, and carefully take care of the mushrooms as a food source for the colony.

We would take the largest and strongest soldier ant in the ant colony as a unique pet,

And put it in the box with the soldier ants raised by other children, sprinkle honey on them, and let them fight.

Because the soldier ants were well-raised, with sturdy armor and great strength, their fierce battles were particularly intense, long-lasting, and watchable.

The winner of the soldier ant battle could not only get the loser's ant, but also get extra prizes—such as snacks or toys that were particularly popular among children.

This is actually the main reason why we raised ants.

If the child raising the ant colony is particularly careful, balancing all the survival factors,

The ant colony in the box can even live for ten, twenty years, or even be passed on to the next generation of young children in the family, who continue to raise these interesting creatures.

This custom has many years of history in my hometown, so much so that it has produced a unique profession—some adults specialize in finding suitable ant species in various places, specializing in breeding them, and selling particularly strong queens or soldier ants to the children of aristocratic or middle-class families."

Lamont seemed to be immersed in his memories, and his tone gradually became calm and indifferent, "If the child raising the ants has an extremely wealthy family and can build a huge glass box, then he can also observe some more interesting things—

That species of ant communicates by touching its antennae and exchanging pheromones,

The more ants there are in the colony, the higher the 'intelligence' of the entire colony,

Even to the point that they will realize the existence of the breeder, and develop an emotion towards the breeder that can be described as 'worship'."