Chapter 1348

In the northeast corner of Millerton stood a towering cathedral. The cathedral had typical Gothic architecture with several tall, pointed spires, and the majority of the building was black, which gave it a solemn appearance. In the basement of the cathedral, roughly eighty people were lying down, letting out painful screams. They were dressed in the robes of the Church of the Fire Dragon Lord, which included ordinary believers, devout followers, and a member of the militia. Their bodies were covered in wounds, all of which were puncture wounds, with horrifying and bloody injuries. At that moment, a hunched figure appeared in the basement, completely shrouded in a black robe. He removed his hood, revealing an old face that resembled a dried orange peel. He looked at the people on the ground with eyes that were glowing red. That militia who was still alive angrily shouted when he saw the old man, "The Church of the Fire Dragon Lord will not let you off." "Hehehe," the ol