City Lord Cocktail Party

The Faithless's cross had always looked utterly ordinary, like a ramshackle wooden frame pieced together from scraps found anywhere.

So when that unremarkable thing was tossed into the Furnace Golem's brazier, it did not look at all like the thrilling defeat of an enemy commander.

Instead, it looked more like the Furnace Golem was picking up trash as a public service. It even came with its own garbage bin, where anything thrown inside could be incinerated on the spot.

And since they were inside a dungeon, there was no need to worry about burning garbage polluting the air. It was practically eco-friendly.

"Ahhh—"

The moment the cross was thrown into the furnace, the Faithless remaining on the ground all wailed in unison.

Their expressions were vacant, their movements perfectly synchronized. Though they howled, their faces remained stiff and lifeless.

They did not resemble living creatures at all. They were more like puppets that reacted to the cross's commands, enough to make someone burst out laughing.

All of this showed that the cross was the Faithless's true body.

The instant it was thrown into the Furnace Golem's brazier, tongues of flame immediately coiled around and licked at it. The cross's wooden outer shell caught fire at once and was reduced to ash in moments, revealing its true form within—a cross twisted and fused together from the large intestines of all sorts of creatures.

No, not intestines. Brains. All kinds of brains piled together, writhing and struggling violently beneath the flames.

The Furnace Golem erupted in flames all over, but surprisingly, it still could not burn the thing to ash immediately.

"I'll help."

Flamefire summoned a ferocious giant serpent of fire elemental energy and sent it charging into the Furnace Golem's body. In an instant, the blazing flames exploded and shot into