Extreme Cold Era: Shelter Don't Keep Waste-Chapter 862 - 91: The Descent of the Evil God

Accompanied by the Evil God Sect's sacrificial rituals, an entire sanctuary transformed into the venue for their wicked ceremony.

The once peaceful sanctuary was now thoroughly corrupted by dark powers, the air thick with nauseating decay and a blood-soaked stench.

The inhabitants of the sanctuary, deceived by the lies of the Evil God Sect, became followers of the Evil God, only to turn into offerings in the ritual.

Terror and despair lingered on their faces, as if only in the final moment did they realize the abyss they had stumbled into.

Their lives faded silently away, souls mercilessly stripped and transformed into wisps of dark energy, converging at the altar's center.

The wails of those souls seemed to echo in the air, yet no one could hear them, or perhaps no one cared any longer.

Furthermore, the death aura and resentment from those whom Perfikot killed during the suppression of separatists converged along with plentiful offerings into the secretly constructed altar by the Evil God Sect within the sanctuary.

The victimized souls' grievances intertwined with the Evil God Sect's sacrificial ritual, forming an overwhelming dark energy.

The intertwining of blood and souls caused the runes on the altar to flicker with eerie light, as if proclaiming an unspeakable horror.

The runes seemed to be animate, writhing across the surface of the altar, emitting a heart-stopping dark red glow.

The air was thick with a heavy stench of blood, suffocating, as if even breathing was becoming arduous.

Every breath drawn carried the rusty scent, as though the entire world was soaked in blood.

A gigantic fissure appeared upon the altar, expanding into a swirling purple vortex, with low roars echoing from within, a sound of terror from the abyss.

The sound was reminiscent of the lament of countless souls, or perhaps the low roar of some ancient beast, chilling to the core.

A towering figure, over ten meters high, stepped forth, each stride making the earth tremble.

This colossal form possessed a grotesque bull's head, a muscular human-like torso, and spiked hooves, clad in armor forged from red unknown metal, ornately decorated with brass fixtures and numerous skulls, wielding a massive long-handled double-headed battle axe.

The axe handle entwined with a hefty spine, chains binding it to the beast's arm, creating a screeching sound with each friction.

The immense bull horns curved skyward, the massive bull head's blood-red eyes burning with crimson flames, exuding endless malice and a desire for destruction.

With each breath it took, the air carried an intense sulfur scent, and white vapor burst from its nostrils, showcasing the beast's fury.

Each breath seemed to ignite hellfire, the surrounding air catching aflame in its wrath.

As its hooves touched the sanctuary's ground, the colossal figure let out a roar that shook the entire sanctuary.

The roar, like thunder, was deafening, threatening to tear apart the sanctuary's dome, appearing ready to lift the earth surrounding the sanctuary, bursting forth.

"Finally, the apostle of the great War God has descended! Please bring war and slaughter to this world! Let everything be soaked in destruction and bloodshed!" An Evil God Sect follower, kneeling before the altar, cried out fervently, his expression devout yet mad, unknowingly trapped in the frenzy brought by desecrated beliefs.

However, the bull-headed monster glanced lightly at him, then swept its giant axe, instantly drawing the souls of all the kneeling Evil God Sect followers towards the axe, to be devoured.

The followers' bodies instantly shriveled as if drained of blood.

The monster, having dispatched these offerings, continued forward, dragging its battle axe along the ground, emitting a screeching friction, as the dried blood on the blade seemed to redden vibrantly.

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"Count, there's a massive energy reaction detected below the Goldsmith Street Sanctuary! It's the Evil God… the Evil God has descended!" On the Floating City, an Alchemist urgently reported to Perfikot, voice tremulous and mixed with an undeniable tremor.

Beads of sweat formed on his forehead, his hand nearly unable to grasp the report, as if the energy reaction permeated the ground, unsettling his mind.

Though the Floating City was outside the impact range of the already descended monster's power, the Alchemist already involuntarily felt fear, his limbs trembling uncontrollably.

Others around were similarly affected to varying degrees, the air filled with an invisible pressure, making even breathing seem heavy.

Yet Perfikot showed neither panic nor fear.

She had witnessed the terror of the Evil God firsthand and had personally slain an Evil God, holding the title of Godslayer, naturally immune to such fear.

Ordinary people's mental fortitude could not compare with Perfikot's; their fear was normal.

After all, the Evil God's presence far exceeded their comprehension; the indescribable oppression was sufficient to instill despair in anyone.

Nevertheless, Perfikot's voice cut through the oppressive haze like a blade: "Fear what? It's merely a larger beast! Gods? I've slain them before! Don't act disgracefully! Victory needs each and every one of you to dutifully act!"

Her voice resonated throughout the Floating City via the broadcasting system, brimming with indisputable authority and confidence.

The voice seemed to carry a kind of magic, instantly dispelling the gloom within people's hearts.

Those who had panicked because of the Evil God's descent regained their composure.

Indeed, what's so terrifying about an evil god? Brandelis Count has slain gods before!

With her presence, they would definitely win today, perhaps even achieving god-slaying glory!

For a moment, Perfikot managed to rejuvenate morale.

People returned to their posts, their eyes devoid of fear, replaced with a firm belief.

Moreover, Perfikot timely issued orders: "Commence main cannon charging, activate electromagnetic rail! Lock targeting systems on Goldsmith Street Sanctuary, once a trace of the Evil God appears, aim and fire at it fiercely!"

Her voice was calm and decisive, as if everything was under her control.

The Floating City's systems swiftly responded, immense energy beginning to concentrate within the cannon's muzzle, the electromagnetic rail emitting a low hum, like a beast poised to strike, awaiting the prey to appear.

The air was tense yet full of anticipation, as if a storm was about to erupt.

And Perfikot maintained her calm demeanor, as if everything was within her expectations.