Chapitre 666: Espying: Thriving Evil

"Varhan, sacrifice Kaalmaahen and end this charade."

Har Jahard ordered Varhan in a callous voice. The latter nodded casually at the Oni king before walking towards the final sacrifice.

"War drums!"

Har Jahar demanded in a stern voice. There were various-sized war drums placed everywhere on the pyramid. Har Jahar's demand spurred the crowd and the monsters assigned to the war drums manned their positions and started doing their job at the same time.

Thump. Thump. Thump. Thump. Thump Thump Thump.

The war drums started throbbing in unison as they played a mystic sound. The bass of that sound was stirring people's emotions, making them more lively than they were before Ror's breakdown.

Varhan took out a weapon that he hadn't brandished in the festival– a space element dagger that he spun around in both his hands artistically. His steps matched the beats coming from the war drums.

'This orc…'

Thump. Thump. Thump. Thump.