Four Skeletons

Several High Rank clergy members soon arrived at the Stone Pattern Altar, ready to lay the four strange skeletons to rest.

But the moment they saw them, every one of the clergy members froze.

The first was short and stocky, with an astonishingly thick frontal bone.

The second had long limbs and unusual spearhead-shaped bony growths along its spine.

The third had a large, deformed lower jaw and exceptionally developed canine teeth.

The fourth had a massive skull, with two thick bony protrusions extending from its temples.

The clergy members' hands began to tremble.

"-Star Iron-Blazing Spear-Ghost Wolf-Withered Flame-"

Star Iron, the former king of the dwarves.

Blazing Spear, a deceased Saint Rank expert of Stars.

Ghost Wolf, a Saint Rank half-orc.

Withered Flame, a Saint Rank troll.

These figures who had once stood at the pinnacle of the continent were now nothing but blackened bones, left in the altar.

The surfaces of the bones were eerie, faintly shimmering with a damp, cold iridescence, as though soaked in some filth that did not belong to this world.

These were no ordinary remains.

"Something's wrong!"

The clergy member in the lead turned deathly pale.

"Summon all the clergy! A last rites ritual of the highest order! Quickly!"

A messenger sprinted away.

But in the next moment, the strange patterns on the Stone Pattern Altar suddenly began to flow.

Thirty kilometers away.

Zijin and the Executioner Zhapulai had successfully intercepted the Plundering Clock's fleeing party.

It was a squad of around twenty people, and their average strength was considerable. Among them were several clock-keeping priests and a number of fighters at the Quarter Hand level.

Zhapulai dove down first, shattering the shield hastily raised by the priest at the head of the group with a single slash. Zijin cut in from