God of Perfection

Blue-gold light pierced the dark vortex above the temple like a sword, tearing open a rift in the gloom shrouding Memphis. In Ian's hand, the wand burst forth with an unprecedented radiance.

The light was intense.

It was the disturbance caused by Ian's breakthrough into the temple. The evil god embryo sensed Ian's return and controlled its mummified priests, attempting to stop his advance with flesh magic.

Thump... thump... thump...

This was not a human heartbeat.

It was an artificially created evil god embryo awakening. Placed here, it fed on living beings and devoured the flesh and blood of believers, determined to be truly born into this world.

Sensing the evil god's command, the mummified priests began to move. Rubble from the temple ruins suddenly rose into the air, forming an impenetrable barrier overhead. These were no ordinary stones—strange golden patterns surfaced across every fragment, like the veins of some living tissue.

Even more terrifyingly, the ground began to writhe. Dozens of mummified priests burst from the earth, the golden flesh buds on their foreheads growing wildly until they became twisted tentacles in the blink of an eye!

The mummified priests had appeared. They had once been clergy from ancient times, but now their flesh had rotted away, leaving only dry bones wrapped in black gauze. Ghostly green soul-fire burned in their eye sockets. They held bone staffs and bore stone tablets carved with curses on their backs. With every step they took, black blood seeped from the ground.

The air reeked of decay and sulfur.

They were neither living creatures nor undead. They were vessels for flesh magic—the evil god embryo used them as "living magic arrays" to control the boundary between life and death.

"Blood as thread, flesh as net, souls as bait—bind the feet of gods!"

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