The elephant-men farther away from Moon Fire Slave were stunned by the sudden turn of events.
A scorching, searing aura reached them, forcing them to retreat again and again.
"Chief..."
"High Priest..."
The elephant-men retreated while muttering under their breath.
They could not understand why the things that had descended would kill the High Priest.
Those things should have sensed the High Priest's devotion and appeared because of it. Why, then, would they kill a devout believer?
"Number Twelve, what should we do with these elephant-men?" one of the Moon Fire Slaves asked.
Moon Fire Slave had no personal name.
In fact, it was not only Moon Fire Slave. Most members of the Origin Spirit Race had no names either.
Among the Origin Spirit Race, a name was a symbol of nobility, representing a distinct individual. Ordinary lifeforms had no right to one.
Moon Fire Slave's name was merely a string of numbers, and the closer the number was to the front, the greater its strength.
The three Moon Fire Slaves were Number Twelve, Number Thirteen, and Number Fourteen. They were exceptionally powerful existences among the Moon Fire Slaves. Number Twelve was the strongest and naturally the leader of the three.
"They're of no further use. Clean them up," Number Twelve replied indifferently.
Number Thirteen Moon Fire Slave took a light step forward. A mass of green flames spread from his feet, and strands of ghastly green fire rapidly permeated the entire village.
Some elephant-men sensed that something was wrong and rushed toward the outskirts of the tribe.
"Boom, boom, boom, boom..."
The chaotic, heavy pounding of their footsteps spread throughout the tribe, but no matter how fast the elephant-men ran, they could not outrun the spreading green flames.
Once the green firelight in the tribe grew dense enough, every