"He wasn't affected by the Futan God?" Charles asked in surprise, gazing at the bandaged figure in the center of the Bloody Magic Array.
"That's impossible, his condition clearly manifested after coming into contact with the aura of the Futan God."
The viscous tentacles below the octopus head trembled slightly as that repulsive voice resonated again.
"I said he wasn't, and we understand the divine power of the Great Power much more than you do. Please, Governor, bring someone else here; the ritual blood is drying up, and if we wait any longer, the effects might not be good."
Charles furrowed his eyebrows, staring at the figure collapsed on the ground. If he's not suitable, then who should be saved first?
After a few seconds of thought, Charles turned to James, who was observing nearby, "Buddy, help me bring Deep over."
The robust James nodded and swiftly left with a squad of black-clad police officers.
