After the thunderbolts had struck, the underground labyrinth was a complete mess.
Originally, as Flander and the Blood Cup Archbishop's hideout, its entrance had been set with countless vicious traps.
The labyrinth's interior was equally intricate and convoluted, crawling with a great number of utterly vicious heretical believers.
Even if the Orthodox God churches and the Investigation Bureau came to besiege it, this place would have been a "meat grinder" that could only be taken at the cost of grievous casualties.
But beneath Aaron's simple and brutal thunderbolt bombardment, everything became much easier.
Large numbers of traps were destroyed outright, and countless heretical believers lay dead across the ground.
Only the strongest—Flander and the Blood Cup Archbishop—had survived, though they looked thoroughly disheveled as well.
The Blood Cup Archbishop gazed at the figure in the sky, like a god of thunder, his expression grave. Clutching the pendant in his hand, he prayed, "We beseech the 'Lord of Corpse Collection,' the deity who governs February! You are the master of Ghouls, the Dominator of bone and blood, the Great Serpent coiled around the mortal world!"
He was merely the bait in plain sight.
Beside him, Flander rapidly recited a syllable that seemed to contain countless prayers.
One of them was drawing Aaron's attention, while the other was swiftly begging for the 'Mother of Night's' gaze!
Yet what surprised the Blood Cup Archbishop was that Aaron calmly waited for them to finish their respective prayers.
In truth, if Aaron had wished to stop them, he only needed to use the Red Earl's power beforehand to seal off this area.
But his purpose this time was different. He took no measures, merely watching in silence as the two completed their prayers.
As agents of the mortal world and high-quality believers of the Sixth