As Lu Yang headed for the ambush site, Tao Ran and several hundred Temple members on the other side also prepared to set out.
The leader of this generation of the Temple called himself the Son of God, though he was actually already in his sixties. His name was Qi Ming. Looking at everyone assembled before him, Qi Ming nodded in satisfaction and said excitedly, "Messengers of God, today, we can finally carry out that great plan. Though we have endured so many hardships and so many believers have suffered persecution, we are still about to fulfill the mission God has entrusted to us. Set out~!"
"Gods above~!" Tao Ran and the other believers roared madly. The fanaticism on every face made them seem utterly insane.
Bagley stood behind Tao Ran and shouted along with them, but he sneered inwardly. He knew that today would be these people's day of death.
Normally, once Bagley completed today's mission, it would count as a perfect success. He could choose to return to the Underground City and live a normal life, but he feared those gods too deeply. Therefore, Bagley had his own plans.
The red moon was about to arrive. When it did, higher-level creatures would surely descend—perhaps Fire Spirit-class beings, perhaps even Lord-class ones.
If he returned to the Underground City, all the pressure would fall on Lu Yang and the Iron Blood Brotherhood. He could not rest easy. He would rather face those gods himself and bear all the pressure on his own shoulders. He believed his wits could resolve everything, so he wanted to protect Tao Ran and bring her with him into the camp of the otherworldly creatures.
Thinking of this, Bagley clutched his stomach and quietly said to Tao Ran, "Divine Messenger, my stomach is upset. Could