Atop the clock tower, the Plague Doctor wearing a pale mask frowned as he watched the two groups trade insults, gaining yet another clear understanding of the useless trash within the Flesh God Cult.
There was no doubt about it. Creatures that greeted each other by insulting each other's mothers the moment they met, chaotic beings without the slightest organizational structure, would have found uniting harder than climbing to heaven if the Mechanical Church hadn't stood before them as their mortal enemy.
That alone showed how important the Mechanical Church was to them.
If they actually wiped out the Mechanical Church, there would be no surprises. Within a single day, the entire Flesh God Cult would splinter, descend into civil war, and collapse, dying faster than anyone else.
This pack of chaotic trash!
"Pass down the order. Have everyone gather out front. If they want a welcome, do as they ask. Don't cause any more complications at a time like this!"
His expression dark and his brows furrowed, he turned and walked down from the clock tower.
It didn't matter.
He didn't care about this sort of thing at all.
He understood perfectly well how those flesh creatures thought. The moment they held even a tiny bit of power, their egos rapidly swelled out of all proportion. They wanted to put on a show of importance to satisfy their chaotic vanity, and if they could squeeze a few benefits out of the opportunity, all the better.
Practically everyone below the upper ranks was like this, with few exceptions.
The Mechanical Church truly deserved most of the credit for the Flesh God Cult surviving this long!
The group quickly assembled.
The Plague Doctor waved impatiently, ordering a chest of valuables they had recently plundered from the surrounding area brought out of