Why does the dungeon race mimic the form of demonic creatures?

Tiberius, lying on the ground, looked at Alexander's figure not far away, his eyes filled with shock.

He quickly regained his senses, gritted his teeth, stood up, and hurried to Ruby's side. He scooped Ruby up around the waist and ran behind a large stone pillar for cover.

Perhaps due to the immense fright, Ruby had passed out.

Tiberius placed his fingers in front of Ruby's nose, feeling for her breath.

Her breathing was steady; she seemed to be alright.

Tiberius breathed a sigh of relief, then looked up again to assess the situation inside the church.

In just a few seconds, the only person left standing in the church was the archbishop.

The archbishop's face was veiled, hiding his expression.

But from his stiff body movements, it was clear he was stunned.

The eight black-clothed bishops inside the church were all his trusted lieutenants, each with a level not lower than Martial Master.