"Crimson Eye, do you see? They already regard us as gods."
"Corpse Burner, we are gods to begin with."
"Ha ha ha!"
"Ha ha ha!"
It was clear that Crimson Eye and Corpse Burner enjoyed this feeling immensely.
What had they pursued the supreme Great Dao for?
Honor!
Power!
And the strength to hold the lives and deaths of all beings in their hands.
A moment later!
When their laughter faded, Crimson Eye clasped his hands behind his back and looked down upon the crowd.
"Very good... we are extremely satisfied with your performance. We will certainly fulfill your requests."
"Moreover!"
"The strength you receive next will be far greater than that granted to anyone before."
"Ha ha ha!"
"..."
Those words were like a heavy bomb, instantly exploding amid the crowd.
Almost in that instant, the people standing on the right became wildly excited.
"We beseech Lord Crimson Eye and Lord Corpse Burner to bestow strength upon us. We shall swear loyalty unto death."
"..."
"We beseech Lord Crimson Eye and Lord Corpse Burner to bestow strength upon us. We shall swear loyalty unto death."
"..."
The deafening cries soared into the heavens, making even the void seem to change color.
Only after a long while did the thunderous voices slowly subside.
"Good!!"
Crimson Eye gave a sinister smile and lowered his voice. "Now, we shall bestow great strength upon you."
"Corpse Burner!!"
As he spoke, Crimson Eye cast a sidelong glance at Corpse Burner.
Mm!
Corpse Burner nodded, the corners of his mouth rising as a smile uglier than weeping appeared on his withered face.
Under everyone's watchful gazes, he slowly took out a small bottle.
The bottle was pitch-black, with a dark crimson hue.
When Corpse Burner opened the bottle, an unbearably foul stench of rot spread