Lord Protector Novel

The sounds emitting from the wooden bell were lower this time. As if somebody was smashing at their hearts with a large hammer, the reverberations rattled the brains of Sole Wolf and his comrades.

They were not only disoriented this time, but their bodies also sustained grievous injuries.

In the instant of their debilitation, millions of zombies threw themselves on top of one another and formed a hill within the span of the blink of an eye to press down on them.

Thump! Thump! Thump!

The surface of the river began to bubble as if it were boiling.

A layer of white mist appeared on the river's surface as an omen for bizarre occurrences to come.

Zeke watched the river intently for the first sight of Ossa Dei.

Without warning, a white object exploded out of the water and suspended in midair.

It was the bones of an arm.

However, it was no ordinary set of bones. Translucent and white all over, it emitted a soft, divine glow like a sacred object, which suppressed the ominous energy of the corpses below.

The zombie horde below fell silent upon its appearance. Trembling, they fell to their knees.

Even Zeke almost submitted to the desire to kneel, which had appeared instinctively in his mind.

He became in awe of the strength the owner of the arm must have possessed in life.

He must have been so powerful when he was alive that even the appearance of merely an arm of his had managed to cause a Celestial Class warrior to stand frozen in awe. His power must have been tens, hundreds, or perhaps even millions of times greater than that of a Celestial Class warrior. A million times the power of a Celestial Class would make him an actual immortal.

Ossa Dei seemed to be sentient. At its materialization, it paced about aimlessly as if trying to assess the situation.

Daemonium landed on the ground and fell on one knee. “I, Daemonium of the Netherworld, welcome you to our realm, Ossa Dei! Accept the offer of my blood as a humble sacrifice to seek your help in eliminating the dissidents, Ossa Dei. Thy will be done!”

At that, Daemonium chopped off his wrist, and blood spurted out like a geyser which he directed toward Ossa Dei.

Ossa Dei did not hold back in lapping up Daemonium's blood.

A tinge of red stained Ossa Dei's initially white appearance.

A hoarse roar rumbled from the depths of Ossa Dei upon the completion of its absorption. “Blood!”

It was evident that Daemonium's sacrifice was not sufficient.

Daemonium gritted his teeth and cut off his other wrist.

Ossa Dei once again sucked the supply of blood dry.

“Blood!” Ossa Dei reiterated his demand for a second time.

Daemonium gulped.

I have underestimated Ossa Dei's appetite. Even the blood from both my arms is not enough to satisfy it.

As he had come too far to get cold feet, Daemonium was forced to slice open a vein on his thigh to appease Ossa Dei.

Despite the blood from his thigh being far more potent than his arms, Ossa Dei sucked it dry in one go.

By then, the red tinge on Ossa Dei's surface was visible to the naked eye.