Ambushed and killed by four "demigods," the leader of the Endless Flesh Cult had no power to resist. Even the strength he unleashed at the very last moment could not harm a single demigod. The instant he was torn apart, the mask on his face, the scepter in his hand, and other Curios were all taken away.
His body contributed a dazzling display of Flesh and Blood Fireworks the very next moment.
An amount of flesh his body should never have been able to contain exploded outward. Amid the thick, splattering, contamination-filled blood were warped scales, fragments of organs, shattered vertebrae, half a palm, an unexpectedly youthful strip of facial skin... Yet none of the Divine Substance that should have appeared upon a demigod's death emerged.
The power he had received from the Master of Flesh was completely stolen by the four demigods.
Amid the thunderous Flesh and Blood Fireworks, the Flesh Sorcerers parasitizing the Half-Dragons, unaware that their Pope had been assassinated, also brought their ritual to its final stage.
In impassioned voices, they completed the obscure Blood Sacrifice Prayer.
In an instant, everything within the blood sacrifice Magic Array, including the sorcerers themselves, melted away completely.
Whoosh!
Everything in the dragon lair stopped. In an instant, all activity came to a halt.
This dragon lair, reeking and horrifying like a hellish Demon's Den, seemed to have some will awakening within it. Dense, blinding blood-red light surged from beneath the abyss as enormous Blood Bubbles rose one after another and burst apart. Amid this terrifying sight came dreadful roars.
The sound came from every tumor, every strand of hair, every blood-red eye within the dragon lair. It was filled with malice and hatred, with an insatiable craving for flesh and blood, utterly chaotic and frenzied.
Everyone understood at once