Chapter 345: Night of the Blood Moon

The order had been given.

Momoa was not the kind to want to keep waiting.

Immediately, the sound of machinery crackling into position was heard.

This machine had a strong resemblance to a telescope.

It was very large and occupied more than half of the roof.

It was surprisingly powered by the heart of the rank 4 hell beast that had within it the souls of his kin.

This machine and this method of growth had, of course, been detailed instructions from the torn out page of the Sacred Book of Death.

Momoa had a broad smile on his face as he walked up to the machine and pushed the button himself.

The telescope suddenly began to spin in an incredible manner.

The spinning got faster and faster, giving a low whistle that also became louder as time went on.

And then it happened.

~boom~