Chapter 155: Rescue Operation (1)
In the underground chapel of the Black God's cult, where mass was usually held, Hugot and eight necromancers stood in the center, channeling dark energy into the blood-drawn magic circle surrounding the pentagonal stone altar. Watching them, Demphis calmly reviewed his plan.
At this pace, the altar should be complete by tomorrow.
His gaze shifted toward the small stone chamber at the back of the chapel. It had been repurposed as a temporary prison to hold Leven and the other hostages. It wasn't as though they lacked proper prison cells. Rather, he had deliberately gathered the captives in the underground chapel.
Honestly, they weren't easy to capture.
If it hadn't been for him, the Wellad branch wouldn't have had the strength to handle Karnak's group. So instead of leaving it to others, Demphis had chosen to personally guard the prisoners. He arrogantly surveyed both the altar and the makeshift prison from the throne at the center of the chapel. Not that an archlich would get tired from standing, but appearances mattered.
A leader ought to sit on a high throne, gazing down imperiously. It kept the subordinates in check and ensured they performed their duties properly. To further secure the area, he had stationed skilled cultists throughout the corridors, men well-versed in martial arts.
This level of preparation would ensure that he would know immediately when Karnak’s group attacked. Yet, Demphis remained unsatisfied. His defensive formation was based on the assumption that Karnak's group was hiding in the non-residential areas. If they had managed to infiltrate the residential zones instead, there was a real possibility they could launch a direct assault on the chapel.
There haven't been any signs of that yet, but I can't let my guard down. They could slip in at any moment.
To counter this, he had implemented thorough and frequent patrols across the entire residential district. Every personal chamber, regardless of rank, was checked meticulously to prevent any unforeseen circumstances.
With this level of preparation, even they won't have a way around it.
Just as he reassured himself with that thought, Demphis tilted his head slightly. He found a trace of doubt creeping in his mind. Despite all his meticulous preparations, whenever he thought about that black-haired young man, a strange certainty surfaced in his mind.
That guy... coming to rescue his comrades? No way. Hell will freeze over before that.