Baptizer

As the leading Nightwalker Clan member prayed, the torn bodies of the Blood Floss Demons and Cenobites were like faucets that had been twisted open.

Their organs and blood all fell onto the pyre.

The sparks that appeared with another contraction of the cave ceiling above did not go out in midair as they had before after spraying forth.

Instead, they gathered into tongues of flame.

They traveled down the hanging iron hooks, spreading onto the Cenobites' corpses, then followed the dangling intestines and blood down to the pyre.

Whoosh!

Raging flames erupted from the pyre, shooting straight to the cave ceiling.

Even the flesh-like substance on the ceiling continued to melt away.

Crack~

A sound like chains snapping seemed to echo faintly through the entire space, ringing in the hearts of everyone present, including Immacrada and the others.

The bound Cenobite demons all felt an inexplicable agitation arise within them.

Even the air seemed to be growing heavy. They did not need air at all, yet they could feel it with startling clarity.

The cart frame supporting the pyre burned along with it. As the surface planks were consumed, three rows of golden scripture faintly emerged on the frame boards, including the words, "avenge Jehovah."

The gold on the surface of those words merely flowed once before seeming unable to withstand the heat, turning into golden liquid amid the flames.

The golden liquid gradually turned red, like blood.

Having lost the support of the cart frame, the pyre fell to the ground, igniting the thick bloodstains on the floor. The bloodstains began to char, yet also began to melt.

As though it had melted through the ground, the flames continued sinking downward.

From the moment the fire ignited, the surrounding Nightwalker Clan members had all prostrated themselves devoutly on