Extreme Cold Era: Shelter Don't Keep Waste-Chapter 921 - 149

Rahmat's incarnation twisted and swelled in fury, with intense divine fire erupting from his body like a volcanic explosion, illuminating the entire temple as if it were daylight.

His form grew rapidly at a pace visible to the naked eye, the sound of bones extending and cracking echoed like thunder, and muscle fibers flowed and restructured like molten lava.

In an instant, a towering ten-meter statue of the Sun God stood before the crowd, his head nearly pierced through the shattered dome of the temple, and flowing divine fire on his surface formed a moving armor. Each bulging muscle, like forged adamant, emitted terrifying heat waves capable of melting rock and iron.

Beifa, standing silently beside Perfikot, stepped forward. Her originally simple maid outfit flowed and transformed like mercury, instantly replaced by a ferocious Steam Armor.

The surface of the dark silver armor was covered with patterns exuding energy fluctuations, with wisps of white mist emanating from the joints.

With a crisp sound of mechanical engagement, a two-meter-long two-handed greatsword slid into her hands from the weapon rack on her back—this was a weapon built for battles against deities, at the Divine Artifact Level. Its blade was crafted from the divine flesh and bones using Ancient Alchemy, incredibly sharp.

Since its creation, this sword had never been unsheathed because no enemy worthy of Beifa wielding it had ever appeared.

The moment the greatsword was unsheathed, it signaled Beifa unleashing her full combat power. This was the strongest form of Perfikot's proudest creation.

The trajectory of the sword's edge left a faint black rift in the air, as if even space itself feared the weapon's sharpness.

Even Rahmat, a Divine, couldn't help but squint at the sight, his pupils burning with divine fire.

Beifa's heavy metal boots crushed the ground, the special steel soles leaving web-like cracks on the ancient stone slabs.

Facing the boundless wrath of the Deity, she simply raised her greatsword slowly in a standard starting form. The humming sound of steam pistons compressing and charging at the joints was like the rumble of thunder before a storm.

The tip of the blade pointed directly at the Deity's throat; this simple act was imbued with a murderous intent honed through countless battles—at this moment, Beifa had transformed into the purest Godslayer weapon.

The battle erupted in an instant.

Rahmat swung down his giant burning palm, with blazing divine fire carving a dazzling trail through the air.

Beifa, with astonishing agility, sidestepped to evade, her greatsword cutting a cold arc through the air.

The massive palm missed, melting the ground into a boiling lava pit, with splattering molten rocks raising streams of blue smoke on Beifa's armor.

Seizing the fleeting opportunity, Beifa grasped her sword with both hands and struck fiercely at the joint of the deity's wrist at a perfect angle.

The clash between the specially crafted sword and the divine bones burst into blinding sparks, and in the deafening metallic roar, Rahmat let out a cry of pain.

The other giant fist of the Deity, wrapped in scorching wind, smashed down, yet Beifa remained unflinching, holding her sword horizontally to block.

The shockwave from the collision of the sword and divine fist swept across the entire temple, with Beifa's metal boots carving two deep furrows in the ground, yet the sword did not budge.

Beifa's entire body revved up to maximum engine power, as steam burst out from the joints.

She leveraged herself to leap up, her greatsword tracing a perfect crescent in the air, striking heavily on Rahmat's temple.

The deity staggered backward, crashing several ancient stone pillars.

Beifa gave him no chance to catch his breath. She charged at the Deity like an arrow, her greatsword transforming into a silver lightning bolt that accurately targeted Rahmat's core at every strike.

The consecutive powerful slashes caused the sword blade to redden, but Beifa's movements showed no sign of slowing, each strike was fiercer and more precise than the last.

Rahmat attempted to burn his tenacious foe with divine fire, only to find that the special energy flowing over the sword's surface isolated the intense heat.

The Deity began to panic, his movements becoming clumsy.

Beifa seized the opening, sliding behind the deity, her greatsword sweeping through with immense force, severing Rahmat's legs at the knees.

The gigantic deity crashed to the ground.

The final finishing move, simple yet lethal. Beifa gripped her sword with both hands, the blade pointing downward, and plunged it with full force towards the neck of Rahmat.

The blade penetrated the divine bones, entirely separating the head from the body.

Golden divine blood gushed forth like lava, its lethal heat melting the surrounding ground.

But Beifa calmly withdrew the blade, as the divine blood evaporated and dissipated in the high temperatures.

The energy barrier on the surface of the Steam Armor completely isolated the high heat, with only the sword's edge still emitting a chilling glow.

This brief yet earth-shaking battle dealt a catastrophic blow to the already crumbling temple.

The Meteorite Iron Star Map inlaid on the dome shattered under the divine power impact, the ancient wisdom-engraved starry fragments cascading down like raindrops.

The precious murals on the surrounding walls turned to dust in the energy storm, millennia-old civilization's essence faded to nothingness.

Facing the devastated temple, Perfikot had no choice but to order a halt to the excavation.

Under her command, Alchemists and Steam Engineers worked in collaboration, several large autonomous robots were mobilized.

These sophisticated machines set up an Anti-Gravity Field around the godly body, cautiously lifting Safura's massive form.

Other significant artifacts were also numbered one by one and placed into specially designed protective containers.

The entire transport process lasted an entire day, until the last artifact was safely transferred to the Floating City.

After all arrangements were made, the mentally and physically exhausted Perfikot returned to her private cabin in the Floating City alone.

She collapsed onto her soft bed, falling into a deep sleep almost as soon as her head hit the pillow.

Yet her consciousness could not truly rest—the fragmentary memories conveyed by Safura surged endlessly in her mind.

Those ancient images were as vivid as her own memories, continuously reassembling and piecing together in her dreams.

She "recalled" the world during the mythological era enveloped by the White Star, witnessed the final hopeless battle of the deities, and saw how those once exalted gods fell or perished one by one.

These memory fragments gradually formed a complete picture in her mind, outlining a terrifying vision of the world's truth.

In the ancient mythological era, the White Star tore through the sky just as it does now, bringing destruction to the entire world.

The deities of that era attempted to resist the destruction brought by the White Star, but the White Star inherently carried a dreadful power, corrupting the deities, causing them to become twisted and fallen.

Some divine beings retained their sanity and thus engaged in battle against the fallen gods.

But the White Star's power was far too terrifying; the strength of the not-yet-fallen Ancient Gods could not stand against it, not only was their resistance utterly crushed, but the surviving Ancient Gods were completely corrupted as well.

Mankind seized this opportunity to raise the banner of rebellion against the fallen gods and ultimately overthrew the deities' rule.

In the end, the Ancient Gods were taken away from this world by the White Star, and could only control through their remaining followers and altars, spreading the White Star's corruption to their followers, causing countless catastrophes.

Until now, the White Star has once again arrived in this world, heralding a new apocalypse...