Inside a towering skyscraper.
The First Apostle sat there with a grim expression, listening as the Flesh Cultists under his command delivered report after report. His normally calm eyes began to tremble slightly, a rare sight.
Crack-
The glass in his hand shattered outright.
The surrounding Flesh Cultists immediately dropped to one knee and held their breath, too frightened to utter a word. They had all felt the fierce killing intent and turbulent aura radiating from that vessel.
"Reporting to our god, we dare not conceal anything from you. These are indeed the readings we gathered throughout the morning near Lynn's location. Every so often, summoning fluctuations of an extremely high energy level appear in that area. According to the feedback, their aura is extremely similar to that of our shattered leviathan flesh!"
"We suspect Lynn may be using fragments of leviathan flesh to summon reinforcements from Hell!"
But he had barely finished speaking when a black-robed man beside the First Apostle cut him off coldly.
"That's impossible. What kind of joke is this?! Do you know what Root-Level flesh means? How could he possibly have the ability to bring something of that level into this world?!"
It was utterly absurd!
Even the smallest fragment of Leviathan was still Root-Level!
And the price required to summon anything Root-Level into the outside world was enormous!
The Flesh Cultist was drenched in sweat. "We didn't quite believe it ourselves, but the fluctuations we detected were simply too strong. If anything we've said is false, our god may punish us at any time."
The First Apostle narrowed his eyes, his gaze flickering.
He could guess that this was another card Lynn had openly played to force him to appear.
Whether Lynn really had a way to bring Leviathan's fragments into this world, and