Extreme Cold Era: Shelter Don't Keep Waste-Chapter 632 - 596: After the War

"Perfikot, are you alright? What happened here?" Sanderion rushed over, looking at Perfikot whose head was bleeding profusely due to the crown embedded in her skull, and immediately asked with concern.

At this moment, Perfikot was covered in blood, surrounded by the severed heads of two gods in front of her, and next to her was a giant cannon that looked unusually horrifying, not to mention the Steam Armor that caught Sanderion's attention.

Clearly, the image left by the female champion wearing this Steam Armor while beheading the man and woman was deeply imprinted in her mind.

Now, with Perfikot's current appearance, it's hard not to wonder if she paid some sort of price to ensure the downfall of the man and woman.

"I'm alright." Perfikot shook her head, then said, "There was a slight problem, another god's arrival caused a bit of trouble, but it's temporarily resolved now.

Our current state is at its limit; let's head back first!"

Perfikot was already at the end of her strength, and Sanderion was faring even worse. Though the two Godslaying Armors and the magic puppet Arururu had the strength for one more battle, they were all in need of repairs.

A further battle would only consign them all to their doom here.

Sanderion understandably did not insist on continuing the fight; she could obviously see the current situation was not suitable for carrying on.

Despite not completely clearing out all the Evil God Sects, at least three sects lost their strongholds in the battle, and two suffered heavy damage, with at least two actual gods being slain. From Sanderion's perspective, this battle had been worthwhile.

"Alright, I'll have the clawed wolves gather the spoils and call the Flying Airship," Sanderion said, taking on the task of wrapping up not only of her own volition but also leaving Arururu by Perfikot's side to prevent anyone from posing a threat to her.

Of course, having Arururu guard Perfikot served another purpose, which was to prevent Perfikot from possibly encountering problems.

After all, the red light earlier had startled Sanderion quite a bit, and the Steam Armor and the formidable cannon before them did not appear to be anything ordinary.

"Perfikot, should we take these two things back?" Sanderion asked Perfikot tentatively, looking at the intimidating giant cannon and Steam Armor before them.

"Take them back, both items have been blessed by the War God and have become Divine Artifacts with immense power. Leaving them here, should they be acquired by others, the consequences would be unthinkable." Perfikot, feeling somewhat weak, sat down and looked at the two intensely stylized weapons with a headache: "Once we've taken them back, you personally seal these items. Without my permission, no one is allowed to come into contact with them, not even to look at them!

The Divine Artifacts blessed by the War God likely possess a strong allure; ordinary people who come into contact may be brainwashed into becoming War God devotees, much like those who previously contacted the purple light of the Goddess of Beauty."

"Alright, understood, I'll handle these items." Seeing that Perfikot's condition was relatively stable, Sanderion put her worries aside and began directing the two Godslaying Armors to gather up the four divine corpses from the battlefield to take back.

These might be the most valuable spoils of the day, as they've never seen the corpses of gods before.

Last time during the purge of the Death Sect, although they acquired two corpses of divine creatures, those skeletal remains had little research value. After Perfikot dismantled and drained their divinity, they ended up as brittle bone fragments.

Now, these four fresh corpses undoubtedly have much more research value compared to those bone fragments.

With everything arranged, Sanderion signaled for the previously withdrawn Flying Airship to return and take them away.

Meanwhile, Perfikot activated preset commands to have the Autonomous Knights converge on her.

"Count, are you alright?" Watching the Steam Knights gathering alongside the Autonomous Knights, spotting Perfikot leaning on the ground, her face still bloodied, they immediately became tense.

They dare not allow anything to happen to this Northern Territory Count; not only is Perfikot's identity far too important, she is the singular support of the entire Langton now.

If she fell, Langton would fall too.

Thus, no one wanted anything to happen to Perfikot, nor did anyone dare let anything happen to her.

However, facing the knights' concern, Perfikot nonchalantly waved her hand, indicating she was fine: "Don't come closer, the enemy has left a contaminant here, contact would result in unforeseeable consequences. Stand guard at the perimeter and let the Autonomous Knights approach."

Perfikot's command inevitably bruised the knights' sense of honor and pride, making it seem like she did not trust them, but facing the two Divine Artifacts blessed by the War God, Perfikot dared not take even the slightest risk.

The Autonomous Knights soon gathered, and Perfikot glanced over, realizing the two full Knight Orders that came along were now less than 60% left, with casualties exceeding forty percent.

Though most losses came from the Autonomous Knights, the loss of over a dozen Steam Knights made Perfikot's expression noticeably somber.

She looked towards Sanderion beside her, lamenting, "Fighting gods brings immense casualties to ordinary Extraordinaries!"

Sanderion turned her head, looking at the knights injured and fatigued, and similarly sighed in agreement: "At this level of battle, lacking strength above a certain rank means being reduced to cannon fodder, incapable of resisting even divine erosion, dying with no value not to mention becoming hindrances in combat."

Sanderion clearly recalled those knights previously corrupted by the Goddess of Beauty; their deaths held no value and caused unnecessary casualties on their side.

It could be said that much of today's large casualties originated from this.

Upon these thoughts, Sanderion suddenly noticed Perfikot's crown and asked, "Can your crown be mass-produced? If possible, I think we should equip everyone with one for future battles against gods."

"Let's discuss this later, today I don't want to think about these matters anymore." Perfikot shook her head, showing little desire to talk further.

Seeing this, Sanderion did not say anything else, simply nodding and comforting her: "Then rest for a while; I'll call you when the Flying Airship arrives."

Hearing Sanderion's words, Perfikot slightly nodded, summoned an Autonomous Knight, let it sit down, and then leaned against it and closed her eyes.