Bab 1151: 358. Technique Dead Talent_2

"Archelon, my most diligent assistant priest. In the name of the ritual, I have a task for you."

The voice of Demon Bone was ethereal and elusive, hoarse and otherworldly.

"Yes, Your Excellency," Archelon bowed.

Demon Bone picked up the skull wine glass and poured a rosy fine brew into his mouth.

The liquid, flickering with red light, slid down his spine, not entering the emptiness of his abdomen, but was absorbed by the two frosty hearts inside his chest along the way.

"Prepare the soul energy for tomorrow's final test," Demon Bone said. "The day after, we will officially activate the signal tower."

Archelon stood up straight, taken aback for a moment.

According to the original plan, they were supposed to test for another month before officially activating the signal tower.

Why has it suddenly been moved up this much?

Archelon's gaze shifted, glancing over Demon Bone and resting on the Death Steel Soldier Commander seated in the VIP area.