Wei'Er paid no heed to the slightly astonished gazes of the crowd, speaking to herself, "What? Is it so hard to deduce?"
She leapt down from Bologue's shoulder, searching among the ruins. In the dim environment, her pupils expanded into two pitch-black dots, capturing more light.
"In the end, the blood citizens are merely fodder to the Night Race. Even if they can be converted into Bloodthirsties, in today's era, a large number of Bloodthirsties in front of a High Tier Condenser are just a crop of straw to be harvested easily."
Wei'Er licked her paws, her sound mind long confined within an animal's shell, causing her actions to align closely with animal instincts.
"But if they're used as tributes to awaken the Sin of Wrath, it would undeniably be more effective for the upcoming situation."
Bologue listened to Wei'Er's words and asked, "Is that the purpose of your trip?"
