(Amazing! This is amazing!!!)
The hobgoblin was in a state of euphoria as the blood converted into writhing tendrils. As soon as the blood transformed, the tendrils immediately drilled into the hobgoblin's body to recover a portion of its injuries.
It was unknown how often the scene was repeated on the way here, but this was the last. The hobgoblin had finally recovered to its prime condition without a hint of injury.
(At last!)
(Blood Authority, activate!)
(Come here, my Blood Slave!)
The hobgoblin muttered in its goblin language like it was performing a ritual. Those words it uttered earlier seem to be a requirement to summon the spatial altar that repeatedly made its entrance back then.
But this time, the spatial altar had no sacrificial bed on it. Instead, it was replaced with a blood pool about one meter in size in the center. A worm with a sturdy carapace was seen swimming out of the pool and creeping along the floor.
