The Crimson Moon Church headquarters in the Crimson Moon World.
A figure wearing a golden mask sat on a blood-colored throne. Above his head floated the phantom of a blood moon.
He looked coldly at the many figures below.
"You already know the situation… What should we do now?"
As he spoke coldly, a bone-chilling killing intent spread out from his body. The temperature in the hall instantly dropped to freezing point.
"Palace Master, the Universe Adventurer Alliance actually dares to use the world controlled by our Crimson Moon Church as the venue for the adventurer assessment… They're underestimating our Crimson Moon Church. We have to take revenge!"
A Crimson Moon Priest with two Crimson Moon Marks on his forehead said.
"Pa!!!"
As soon as the Crimson Moon Priests finished speaking, they were slapped. Three of their teeth fell out, and they were sent flying.
"Trash!"
