Martin turned to look to the left, where a tall, slender figure had been standing silently.
He wore a black leather outfit, his bare arms crossed over his chest as he held a spherical puzzle box the size of a bowling ball.
Three bloodstained steel gears had been driven horizontally deep into his head.
His bald scalp was covered in bloody marks, and wires wrapped around his body, piercing into his flesh. The veins all over his body were the black of a corpse, clearly having stopped circulating blood.
It was the counterfeit Labyrinth Cenobite.
The Box of Mourning in his hands likewise lacked the ability to open a Hell Portal. At most, it was merely a somewhat bizarre cursed object.
Martin stared at him intently.
Though the Cenobite before him was an imitation, it still gave him a strong sense of danger. It had already reached the level of an intermediate demon.
Although Martin was confident he could defeat it, he still had to be extremely cautious.
Unlike the three rotting corpses from before, this opponent could deal devastating damage to his body.
Curt, Dana, Holden, and Julia followed Martin's gaze. They were equally startled and took a step back.
"Damn it, when did this thing get here?"
"I don't know. It feels like he's been standing there the whole time." Curt's hand shifted slightly as he tightened his grip on the axe.
Despite everyone's wariness, the Cenobite remained standing there expressionlessly.
His gaze did not waver in the slightest as he looked harmlessly at the five of them.
There was something stiff about his presence. He lacked the indifference and coldness of a true Pain Hell Cenobite, more like a similar kind of puppet.
Dana also stared closely at the Cenobite. She noticed that there seemed to be