Night fell silently.
Inside an abandoned factory building in Hakata City, within Fusang Kingdom.
At this moment, dozens of people dressed in black stood inside.
The sleeves of every one of these black-clad figures bore the emblem representing the Demonfall Organization.
Before them stood more than a thousand bound ordinary people and low-level class changers.
They stared at the black-clad figures in terror, muffled whimpers constantly escaping their mouths. Yet the ropes, seemingly forged from flesh and blood, only bound them tighter and tighter.
They could even feel the ropes greedily sucking the blood from their bodies!
"Heh heh, stop struggling. It's useless."
"Tonight, you will offer up your lives as sacrifices and devote yourselves to our flesh-and-blood teleportation secret art!"
"You should feel incomparably honored and happy. To give your lives for our Holy Church is a privilege countless believers of the Holy Church could only dream of!"
"If I could, I would even want to take your places and offer up my filthy life to fulfill the great mission and task of our Holy Church!"
The black-clad man standing in the center, who was evidently their leader, slowly removed the hood covering his face, revealing a pale, ugly visage covered in revolting flesh tumors.
His crazed eyes stared at those innocent bound people, filled with envy.
That posture.
Was as if he were telling everyone.
He was not joking!
He truly was fanatical enough to sacrifice everything he had for the Demonfall Church!
It had to be said...
These Demonfall remnants had grown increasingly brazen.
They had even begun calling the Demonfall Organization the "Holy Church."
And at this moment.
The other black-clad figures slowly removed their black hoods as well, revealing equally pale and ugly faces covered in flesh tumors.
They looked like a batch of defective