Extreme Cold Era: Shelter Don't Keep Waste-Chapter 629 - 593 Favor of the War God

As the purple pillar of light vanished, the male Divinity, who had been able to effortlessly repel the attacks of the Gun Knights and Claw Wolves, suddenly seemed much more fatigued.

Although he was still masterfully parrying the attacks of the two sets of Godslaying Armors, he had clearly lost his former invulnerability. His combat mode shifted from being unconcerned with attacks to focusing on defense.

This undoubtedly weakened his offensiveness, lightening the pressure on the Gun Knights and Claw Wolves considerably.

"Did that beam enhance those two sluts?" Whether it was Sanderion on the front lines or Perfikot outside the battlefield, both immediately realized this.

Although neither of them understood the principle behind it, or if the Divine Artifact itself had such an effect, it was undeniably a precious opportunity.

Without hesitation, Sanderion ordered Aruru to launch a more intense attack, and the battle-axe in the Claw Wolf's hand once again morphed into a giant sword, unleashing a tremendous slash.

Only the Gun Knight seemed to have received special instructions from Perfikot and did not launch a fierce attack. Instead, he unfolded his Shield, erecting a solid defensive barrier on the battlefield.

And once the barrier was deployed, whether it was the Claw Wolf, Aruru, the Gun Knight himself, Sanderion standing behind the barrier, or the Steam Knight still capable of fighting, each was surrounded by a white glowing Shield.

This was the effect of a Divine Artifact Shield equipped by the Gun Knight, creating a sufficiently strong defense to resist enemy attacks while also bestowing a certain defensive Shield to allies deemed as such.

Logically, the Gun Knight should have deployed the Shield when their side was struggling to defend, not when they seized the opportunity to counterattack.

But obviously, others on the battlefield didn't have the leisure to ponder this question; for without the purple light's enhancement, the man and woman duo, though not as invincible as before, became more dangerous even though their attacks were not as bold and sweeping.

Previously, with the pillar's enhancement, though the woman was battered and frequently needed healing, in general, it seemed they were in a relaxed state, not wanting to kill Sanderion and the others.

Even with the Steam Knights nearby, apart from destroying a few Autonomous Knights, they hadn't killed any of the human Knights.

It was as if they didn't want to kill but instead hoped to turn everyone into followers of the Goddess of Beauty.

However, with the disappearance of the light pillar, their ease obviously vanished, and they no longer held back, quickly resulting in two Steam Knights being cut in half by the male for not evading quickly enough.

Although Shields were bestowed upon them, before being severed, their Shields were shattered under the male's masterful attacks.

Witnessing this, neither Sanderion, on the battlefield, nor Perfikot, outside the battlefield, were moved at all.

Perfikot even continued to meticulously adjust her cannon, attempting to lock this pair in her sights as well.

While Sanderion merely shouted a warning for the Knights to be careful, he did nothing more to caution or counteract.

Even the Steam Knights themselves grew neither fearful nor deterred by their comrades' deaths, but instead, became filled with anger and fervor, with their attack speed and desire reaching unprecedented heights.

"Damn War God nonsense! Why are these annoying sticky people everywhere!" The woman cursed, then lashed her whip towards a certain place on the battlefield.

With a cracking whip sound, as if something shattered, an altar, hidden until now, suddenly appeared in another corner of the battlefield.

Bloody human heads were piled high; this altar was built atop this head mound, with streams of blood flowing downwards, forming a pool of blood on the ground.

At that moment, a menacing and murderous symbol on the altar was glowing brightly.

"What the hell? How much do these people love building altars?" Perfikot, looking at the unearthed altar, found it hard to hold back.

Although she knew the Evil God Sect loved to worship Divinities, these altars should theoretically be hard to build. Why did it feel like the whole lower city was full of them? How many have appeared already?

Despite her sarcastic thoughts, Perfikot did not slow her actions, immediately turning her cannon and blasting at the altar made of heads.

The re-ignited flames easily destroyed that head altar, but a red light column emerged as the altar was demolished, casting directly upon Perfikot.

Even with her crown maintaining her sanity, Perfikot distinctly felt the red light provoking her anger and desire for slaughter.

This feeling was not unfamiliar to Perfikot. She had created the crown she now wore mainly because of encountering a similar scene last time, where one of her Steam Armors was twisted by such power, transformed into a bloodthirsty presence.

Clearly, this power did not merely affect one's mind but could also distort certain things.

For instance, under the influence of this red light, Perfikot's cannon became increasingly ferocious, adorned with more spikes and skulls, transforming the entire scene from an evil scientist to an evil Divinity. The entire cannon was similarly red.

It wasn't paint or dye but the very color of blood.

Subsequently, Perfikot felt a powerful will expressing appreciation, wishing her to become its champion, to bring more slaughter and war.

If Perfikot chose to agree, she could instantly gain power comparable to a Divinity and be promoted to a Subordinate God of War, holding her place within the War God's realm.

Moreover, Perfikot sensed that the distorted Steam Armor she left in Langton was swiftly approaching her, appearing before her in the blink of an eye.

As Perfikot focused her gaze, she noticed that the skulls and spikes on the armor had increased significantly since last time, and the decorations had become more extravagant. It seemed to have accommodated Perfikot's aesthetic preference with an overall more feminine design.

Moreover, a stunning woman with long red horns was embracing the armor, with eyes filled with both bloodlust and allure.