Chapter 158: Familiar Faces (2)
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Efebo's face melted away at a tremendous rate, and he dissolved into the water.
Sticky oil floats on top of the murky water, and the smell of rotting meat fills the air.
Meanwhile, Vikir and Dolores had already seen Ephebo's face before it melted.
It was a face that looked familiar to both of them.
"...Mozgus?"
Vikir muttered as he picked up a black sack floating in the water.
A bald head without eyebrows, bulging eyes, a bulbous nose, and tightly clenched lips.
The face I had seen a moment ago was unmistakably Mozgus's.
A paladin of the Quovadis, a pious priest who carried a thick Bible and led the charge against heresy.
If fate holds true, when the era of destruction arrives, the person who will have to go to the front lines and fight against demons, why are there corpses lying around here?