So this was the Forsaken clan? The number of samples had suddenly increased.
Fu Qian, seated inside the church, had naturally witnessed the bountiful scene outside.
He had also heard Simon's assessment.
While agreeing with Simon, it had taken him only half a second to come up with his own take on the scene. It didn't challenge the imagination so much as the vagus nerve.
At a glance, there were nearly a dozen Forsaken in the area before him, and not one had anything resembling a natural outline.
Tentacles, fangs, sharp horns, even alluringly rippling etchings on carapaces... bizarre biological forms and pure abstractions had been blended together in an utterly inelegant fashion.
It had the all-embracing quality of hot pot broth.
Unfortunately, the concoction was so poorly put together that it was more than just an eyesore. It was practically enough to set off a physical retching reflex.
If Witch had seen nothing but scenes like this after her birth, it was no wonder she had concluded that the world was ending.
As for why things looked like this now, the reason wasn't hard to guess: the nightmare was on the verge of collapse.
Under the Glorious Tyrant's tearing assault, Fu Qian could clearly feel it tottering on the brink.
This scene was probably the cult's final dance, the result of them lifting some restriction after weighing their options.
He had to admit, they were cooperating remarkably well.
After all, the little church they were in was clearly at the highest point in the center of town.
Proclaim the gospel of the Dark Moon, here and now.
Out in the square, once people understood what they were seeing, some began shrieking at the wealth of strange life in the distance.
Mm...
Of course, some couldn't take the strain