Extreme Cold Era: Shelter Don't Keep Waste-Chapter 586 - 550 The Protruding Beam

When Heine activated the workshop's defenses, turning it into a fortress, the mysterious person in the basement also installed the goods sent by the Alchemist Association, completing the final assembly of the Godslaying Armor.

Only then did she nod in satisfaction.

"It seems my plan has gone much smoother than expected. With Sanderion being able to send the items earlier, I can also finish ahead of schedule..." Standing before the completed Godslaying Armor, the mysterious person stroked her chin with a satisfied expression: "It seems there might be something out there that doesn't want to see the world come to an end after all!"

Though she didn't know whether the world's consciousness was a figment of her imagination or truly existed, at least this time her plan progressed more smoothly than anticipated, giving her more confidence in its success.

"Just not sure who the unlucky one will be to first validate its power?" The mysterious person's face wore a thoughtful expression, quickly recalling the Death Sect awaiting resolution before she left Langton.

At that time, the Assassin Brotherhood received Perfikot's commission to investigate the Evil God Sect issue in Langton's lower city slums, discovering that the Death Sect controlled the entire lower city's body recovery channels, using the retrieved corpses on an altar to attempt a demonic summoning through sacrificial means.

However, the sacrifices required more time to complete. To avoid alerting the serpent and pulling out hidden Evil God Sect members and various sinister forces, Perfikot left Langton and returned to the Northern Territory.

After this, Perfikot used his birthday as a pretext to start moving the Imperial Center to the Northern Territory, further freeing up space for those sinister forces to operate.

Though a first Godslaying Armor was dispatched to stabilize the situation further, it didn't truly stabilize matters.

As of now, it's safe to say that the upper city of Langton is nearly empty, with most who could leave having gone to the Northern Territory, while the lower and outer districts have become activity zones for the Evil God Sect, with many areas openly displaying flags and beliefs of the Ancient Gods. 𝒻𝓇𝑒𝘦𝘸𝑒𝒷𝓃ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝒸ℴ𝘮

As for the remaining districts, they differ little from the street where the Witch Workshop is located. Although order hasn't completely collapsed, the desolate and declining industries render these areas like ghostly, lifeless cities.

Under such circumstances, the mysterious person initially thought those Evil God Sect members would quickly proceed with their actions, summoning the Ancient Gods through large-scale sacrifices.

Surprisingly, these sects only seemed to focus on preaching and sacrifices, without conducting any summoning.

This puzzled the mysterious person, yet she felt there wasn't an inherent problem with it.

The apocalypse is near. The prophesied White Star will bring disaster to the world, likewise heralding the return of the Ancient Gods.

Although some Divine might be tempted to rush, it's more likely these Ancient Gods are gathering forces to descend in their prime once the White Star returns.

Rushing the descent might allow for a quick harvest of faith, but they could also become the target of all, having to deal with both potential hidden threats from humanity and sneaky traps set by other Ancient Gods.

Thus, in the lower and outer city districts, the Evil God Sect's activities rampaged to the point where the church couldn't manage, yet no major events of Evil God descents occurred.

It was as if these people had all agreed to wait until the White Star descended to truly begin summoning the Ancient Gods.

Even the Death Sect, previously discovered by the Assassin Brotherhood, completed their sacrifices, but the expected demonic arrival hadn't occurred.

"Haven't arrived? Then let me see if you can really hold back!" The mysterious person's lips curled, revealing her canine teeth, her smile becoming wild and filled with bloodlust.

Beside her, the eyes of the massive Godslaying Mecha's head all lit up, its scarlet radiance was mesmerizing.

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In a certain underground altar in the lower city, the Death Sect continues to transport a large number of corpses daily to the altar as sacrifices.

In some sense, their existence significantly alleviated Langton City's sanitation issues, as so many bodies were produced daily that not addressing them in time would result in severe plagues.

The Death Sect, while part of the same group as other Evil God Sects, worships death itself, devoid of a penchant for manipulations like plague.

Generally, they prefer to create massacres rather than spread plague, which they see as in poor taste.

Previously, the Death Sect rarely caused massacres because, on one hand, they didn't have the strength for large-scale slaughters.

On the other hand, the bodies collected daily by Langton City's body guild were sufficient for their sacrificial needs, eliminating any necessity for stirring news.

Moreover, their replacement of Langton's lower city streetlamps with Soul Gathering Lamps provided them with abundant resentment and undead energy, making them the strongest faction among the Evil God Sects.

This made them more eager to handle bodies enthusiastically, almost as if they were genuinely diligently collecting bodies for the dead, embodying a dutiful corpses guild.

Despite this, with worsening conditions, the number of corpses in Langton City increased, leading even the Death Sect to face a manpower shortage, recruiting from new converts to prevent excessive corpse accumulations causing a plague outbreak.

The Death Sect's Grand Patriarch found great satisfaction in this, musing that, with the gods' descents, he would be the most outstanding.

As for the demonic summoning done before, it had completed its ritual, contrary to what the mysterious person assumed about accumulating power.

The Grand Patriarch, upon completing the summoning, sealed the demon within the body of his most trusted subordinate, ensuring he gained the demon's power while retaining control over his body and mind, remaining the Grand Patriarch's loyal dog.

This further solidified the Grand Patriarch's position while elevating his military strength, leaving him feeling talented yet born in the wrong era, unable to soar in triumph.

He imagined that if he were born when the Ancient Gods were active, he might have achieved greater feats.

However, unbeknownst to him, while he was planning his so-called grand feats, someone was already coming to test the essence of the demon he summoned.