On the altar, the boys and girls who had been crying had now fallen silent. A closer look revealed that their flesh and blood were being rapidly drained away.
Such a horrifying sight would have scared people to death if it had happened outside, yet the Skull Society believers showed nothing but fervor.
Even the High Priest, who had been trembling before, was now full of vigor, his mind filled with thoughts of how to welcome the descent of the Lord of Skeletons.
Five burly young men stepped out of the crowd and walked toward the altar with solemn expressions, preparing to welcome the Lord of Skeletons' descent.
The Skeleton Lord, the only one who retained a shred of rationality, secretly sighed. The high-ranking magical beasts had not arrived, so they could only activate the backup plan.
These five men were body-tempering experts painstakingly cultivated by the Skull Society, but compared to magical beasts, their bodies were still far too frail.
How much power they could bear remained unknown. If they failed to meet expectations, the Skull Society would have no choice but to flee again.
Thinking of the years they had spent drifting from place to place and hiding everywhere, the masked man was filled with rage.
If not for his youthful recklessness, for accepting the mission to infiltrate the Skull Society in a moment of impulsiveness, he should have been a respected Judgement Knight. He might even have risen into the upper ranks of the Church by now.
Unfortunately, one misstep led to lifelong regret. From the moment he entered the Skull Society, he had embarked on an absurdly rapid rise through the ranks. After several power struggles, he had unexpectedly become the leader of the Skull Society.
Fortunately, the Lord of Skeletons was merely a false god,