Extreme Cold Era: Shelter Don't Keep Waste-Chapter 864 - 93:

When the dust cleared away, the massive minotaur's body was revealed once more.

But now, it no longer held the imposing presence it once had. Instead, it appeared ragged and exuded a sense of desolation.

Its body was no longer tall and formidable; rather it resembled a toy block house ravaged by a mischievous child, about to crumble at the slightest touch.

The once awe-inspiring giant axe was riddled with holes, with cracks spreading across half of the axe blade. Three bullet holes and the chipped axe edge made it look ready to shatter at any moment.

The cold gleam that once flickered on the axe blade had vanished, replaced by grim fractures in the metal that seemed ready to collapse into fragments in the next instant.

The vertebrae wrapped around the axe handle had been shattered, and even the chains fixing it to the minotaur's body were broken, adding to the scene's bleakness.

The minotaur's body was equally unsightly.

Three enormous holes pierced through its torso and abdomen, with blood gushing from its wounds like springs, dyeing it into a blood-drenched gourd.

Half of its skull had been peeled open, with brain matter slipping out of the cranial cracks like a broken tofu pudding.

One of its hands tried to cover the wounds but was clearly too weak to complete the action.

In total, four godslayer armor-piercing rounds had been fired, the first shattering the axe edge in the minotaur's hand and peeling open its skull.

The subsequent three rounds completely ended its life.

Each piercing round accurately hit a vital spot: the first pierced the chest, penetrating its heart; the second tore through the abdomen, shredding its intestines; the last broke its spine, severing nerve conduction.

Though the minotaur was no longer a mundane creature, as a vertebrate, it still needed to adhere to certain basic life characteristics.

The spine serves as an important nerve center for controlling the body. Once severed, regardless of its former might, it could only become a disabled creature unable to stand.

The minotaur's body wobbled a few times before finally crashing to the ground, raising a cloud of dust.

The flames in its blood-red eyes gradually extinguished, replaced by a dead, dim grayness.

Its corpse still twitched faintly as if unwilling to lie down, yearning to rise again and battle Perfikot once more.

However, it no longer had the chance.

Four godslayer armor-piercing rounds, each capable of gravely injuring or even killing a lesser divine entity — let alone four fired in unison?

Its fate was sealed long ago.

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On the Floating City, Perfikot's lips curled slightly, and she spoke with a touch of disdain: "Still hoping for a face-to-face melee with me? Sir, the times have changed!"

Regarding this outcome, she was not surprised, or rather, this was exactly the result she desired.

No matter how strong flesh and blood may be, attempting to withstand the power of massive artillery is somewhat wishful thinking.

As for being invincible? That just means the firepower wasn't strong enough!

All of humanity's fears stem from insufficient firepower; if you feel afraid upon seeing a target, it means your caliber isn't big enough!

The first time cannons roared on the battlefield, it signaled a change in the form of warfare.

In the Age of Knights, charging with cold weapons and clashing swords had already been replaced by the torrent of steel and gunpowder.

The end of the Age of Knights came from the freeing of productive forces and massive changes in production relations, destroying the soil where the knight system thrived, not merely because cold weapons were replaced by hot ones.

If the knight system didn't collapse, knights on the battlefield would have similarly switched to hot weapons.

This has been fully verified with the Steam Knights developed by Perfikot.

Those knights, clad in steam-powered armor and wielding heavy firearms, still dominated the battlefield; their weapons had merely transformed from spears and swords to cannons and machine guns.

These Evil Gods were indeed powerful, but they were remnants from thousands of years ago.

Back when they were active in this world, humanity merely transitioned from primitive tribes to the city-state era.

Now, as they return to the world, seeking to destroy humanity and reclaim dominance, humanity has already entered the fast lane of the Industrial Revolution.

The roar of steam engines, forging of steel, and the blast of gunpowder, once sources of fear for humanity, have now become sharp tools in humanity's hands.

Even without Perfikot accelerating technology, the era would naturally see continual advancements in military weapons—only now it's developed more exponentially. 𝒻𝑟ℯℯ𝑤𝑒𝑏𝑛𝘰𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝒸𝑜𝘮

Perfikot's contribution was merely to make the process swifter and more thorough.

Standing on the Floating City, watching those once arrogant Evil Gods fall amidst the artillery, what surged from within was the exhilarating victory of human strength over divine power!

The last Godslayer battle was muddled by the interference of two major deities, to the extent that Perfikot herself had to fight desperately.

Even though she won, it was an exhausting victory.

Even the hard-won electromagnetic rail cannon had to be sealed due to contamination after being blessed by the War God.

Perfikot herself had expended tremendous energy and had little chance to savor the joy of victory afterward.

Especially with the imminent threat of divine power, like the Sword of Damocles, hanging overhead, Perfikot couldn't possibly feel excitement or pride from a minor win.

But this battle was different; easily killing the minotaur was a genuine triumph of human power over divine power, leaving behind the mess and hardship after prolonged battle.

This fully proves that as long as human technology continues to develop, it can certainly overcome divine truth; that is what truly made Perfikot happy.

However, just as Perfikot was feeling pleased, the sky suddenly rolled with red light, centering on the minotaur's corpse, as if another storm was brewing.

Lightning surged through the clouds, like countless crimson snakes writhing in the sky, each flash accompanied by deep thunder, hurting the eardrums.

The air seemed to solidify, making it hard to breathe.

The howling wind mixed with the rumble of thunder, like the growl of some ancient beast, making one instinctively feel a pressure rising from the spine as if some indescribable existence was watching over here.

Although the red light and rolling clouds showed no peculiar sign, it created a tense atmosphere of impending turmoil.

That invisible pressure was more frightening than any tangible threat.

Compared to the previous might of the minotaur, it's the current swirling storm that truly exudes the tremendous divine majesty.

It's not just a demonstration of power, but a level of awe and terror that surpasses human comprehension.

Perfikot stood on the Floating City, her smile gradually fading, replaced by a touch of heaviness.

She looked up at the blood-red sky, her hand unconsciously gripping the hilt of the rebellious sword at her waist, for she knew a greater deity was watching here.