It was by relying on the power brought by the chains that the Priest managed to deal with those dangerous enemies.
"Contract Object?"
The Priest murmured, a name he extracted through interrogation. They used this name to refer to the chains in his hands.
They were also surprised by his existence, calling themselves the "Night Race." From their mouths, the Priest also learned a lot of interesting intelligence, such as the Alchemy Matrix.
Thinking of this, the Priest felt time pressing. He opened the sealed iron door and walked deeper into the basement. At the dim end, the cell door was covered with coagulated bloodstains.
The moment the cell door opened, a stench of blood and decay swept in, as if countless corpses had been piled together. The thick, decaying blood had semi-coagulated, flowing and fermenting sluggishly.
