But Lance's gamble paid off; the sacrifice immediately triggered the curse, and then it was swallowed with no resistance at all.
This kind of brute-force cracking left the two of them stunned.
Huh? That works too?
Only, why did Lance seem to hear some faint, distant wailing?
Forget it, whatever—he directly rummaged out some things from inside for the two of them to appraise.
There wasn't much; aside from quite a few dried human heads, there were some assorted corpses, which should be prefabricated Superordinary Items, carrying Supernatural Power just like that Head Bomb he had thrown out last time.
Lance's sensitivity to spiritual fluctuations made him first fish out from among those things a leather pouch of unusual material; the moment he opened it, a wave of bloody stench poured out.
