In the depths of the dark catacombs in Paris …
Gloomy green will-o '-the-wisps pulsed in various spaces of the pitch-black and secluded underground. The huge space covered by the skulls of millions of skeletons was like a desert of skeletons. This scene was like hell.
At a glance, a Skeletal Castle built entirely of human skeletons stood in the darkness. The shape of the Skeletal Castle was like the iron towers on the ground of Paris, giving it an indescribable feeling.
Around the Skeletal Castle, there were mountains of skeletons, and millions of skeletons were piled up around the mountains of skeletons. At this moment, the skeletons in the mountains of skeletons were squirming, and skeletons were walking out of the mountains of skeletons, forming an army of skeletons outside the Skeletal Castle.
At this moment, the army of skeletons already numbered in the tens of thousands. Like an army, they were majestic and exuded a gloomy and terrifying aura.
The skeletons in the mountains of skeletons were automatically assembling like products produced on an assembly line — skulls, sternum, ribs, spines, humerus, ulna, leg bones, and so on. The skeletons that had been piled up here for hundreds of years were crawling out of the ground and moving from the mountains of skeletons. They were being driven by a mysterious and powerful force, reassembling and standing up.
Wearing a red robe, Bourget Monuri, who had deep-set eyes and a sharp aquiline nose, was standing on the balcony at the highest point of the Skeletal Castle, looking coldly at the mountains of skeletons that were gradually turning into living creatures in the distance.
A group of black-robed and gray-robed Summoners, about a dozen of them, were standing behind him, looking at everything in front of them with fanatical, excited, and worshipful gazes.
Behind them, on the platform at the top of the castle, a huge Skeletal Altar had been completed. On the altar, countless skeletons wrapped in clouds of black gas were floating in the air. In the middle of the altar was a sacrificial totem of a Demon Eye. The eyeball in the middle of the totem was a wall-like lead block surrounded by blood, rotten flesh, and black gas. There was also a barrel-shaped metal container with the 'PU' symbol on it.
The altar was operating, and the metal container containing weapons-grade plutonium was shrouded in black smoke. Bits of green light were spreading out from the metal container and being absorbed by the skeletons floating on the Skeletal Altar. After absorbing the green light, the shape, color, and appearance of the floating skeletons were changing little by little. A few pale skulls showed signs of merging with each other, revealing the appearance of an even larger skull with flashing red eyes …
A man in a black robe, whose face was as white as a geisha's and a vampire's, was standing behind Bourget Monouri and speaking in a cold voice. "… Damn it. If it weren't for the Committee of Order and the Dragon Group, our summoning process would have been smoother. We shouldn't have been discovered yet, and everything could have gone according to plan. Now, they have discovered us, and our altar has only summoned a Marquis. I've already completed today's mission. Later, I set up an ambush, and no Summoner in the city dared to enter the catacombs …" A man in a black robe, whose face was as white as a geisha's and a vampire's, was standing behind Bourget Monouri and speaking in a cold voice.
"Andrew, you don't seem to have completed your task well today …" Another man in a black robe with a face full of wrinkles said, "I've just received news that there is no large-scale chaos in Paris at all. There are no zombies on the streets of Paris. The chaos in the 14th arrondissement is very limited. Only the area around the cemetery has been sealed off. That old guy from the People's Front is not dead. Instead, he has become more active and has contacted the leaders of other gangs in Paris to collect Realm Pearls. Where is the chaos and the tide of zombies that you mentioned?
"Frere, are you suspecting me?" A fierce light flashed in the eyes of the man with a snow-white face. He glared fiercely at the man with a face full of wrinkles.
Everyone around, even a blind person, knew that these two priests in black were not on good terms with each other. However, this kind of situation was very common in the Demon Eye. Between the priests in black and the priests in red, they were all in a competitive relationship. They were not harmonious.
Frere sneered and looked at Andrew without fear. "Isn't that right? I suspect that in order to preserve your strength at the critical moment, you did not complete a large-scale corpse sacrifice according to His Excellency Monouli's request and create enough chaos to buy time for His Excellency Monouli. During the period when the glory of the Demon God Dominator has faded, your performance has let down your black robe. Otherwise, how could that second-rank military summoner escape from your hands last time …"
The vampire-like man gritted his teeth. "Frere, one day, I will definitely inlay your skull on my staff …"
"Is that so? I think your skull is more suitable for my staff!"
The two priests in black looked at each other. Their eyes were burning with anger.
"Enough …" Bourge Monouli said coldly. Then, he turned his head and glanced at the two priests with a cold gaze. "Andrew, what's wrong with today's corpse sacrifice? Why didn't it achieve the expected effect?"
"Your Excellency, that's because the summoner called Luo An was with that old man. Not long after I started, the members of the Order Committee and the Dragon Group arrived. That's why the chaos was only limited to the area around the cemetery in the 14th district …"
"Hehe, can the Committee of Order and the Dragon Group arrive so quickly? They arrived as soon as your corpse sacrifice broke out. Why don't I believe it?" Frere sneered at the side. "Perhaps Luo An alone could deal with the zombies summoned by your corpse sacrifice!"
Noticing Bourge Monoury's suspicious look, the vampire-like man glared at Frere before hurriedly explaining, "Your Excellency, I don't know why the members of the Order Committee and Dragon Group could arrive here so quickly. Perhaps they've already made an agreement. Your Excellency, you can send someone to check the situation of the cemetery in Section 14 at any time. I'm willing to bear the consequences. However, Luo An is too powerful. He might have reached the peak of rank 7 just like you, Your Excellency …"
"Did that Luo An ruin our plan again …" Bourge Monouli squinted his eyes as a murderous intent flashed across his eyes. "The Doomsday Gang was also destroyed by him last time. Such a summoner has been hiding in Paris for such a long time, but we didn't discover it until now. It's really inappropriate. We can't let such a person live. However, we can only let him live for two more days …"
Andrew, you're in charge of the east of Paris; Freire, you're in charge of the west. Show me what you've got. I still need 10 days. You two are my most promising candidates to promote to red priest. Whoever could complete this task better would be promoted to red priest in advance … "Hearing Freire's words, Bourge Maunoury threw a black bottle to Andrew and Freire respectively." I don't care what you're doing. What I need is a chaotic Paris so as to win some time for us to summon Bone Monarch. Tomorrow, you two will move together. Andrew, you're in charge of the east of Paris; Freire, you're in charge of the west.
The two men in black looked at each other. Their eyes flashed as if they had been injected with chicken blood. Then, they nodded their heads.
"Yes, Your Excellency!"
…
At this moment, an abrupt and lazy voice suddenly sounded in everyone's ears. "You still need 10 days to complete it? That's a bit slow. I can't wait for you for 10 days …"
As soon as this voice appeared, everyone in the Skeleton Castle was shocked.
"Who's there?" Bourge Monouli roared as he moved his hand. A ray of blood light blasted towards a bone wall behind them.
"Boom …" The bone wall shattered into countless broken bones and splashed everywhere.
The other people from the Demon's Eyes were covered in black fog. Some of them even released a large number of Phantom Monsters' Demon Spirits.
Amidst the splashing bones, Xia Pingan slowly walked out of the darkness. With a smile on his face, Xia Pingan shook his head slightly as he looked at Bourge Monouli and the others with disdain. "You rats' aesthetic standards are too unbearable. You actually like living in such a place. What a bunch of rats …"
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