Extreme Cold Era: Shelter Don't Keep Waste-Chapter 928 - 154: Divine Slaughter Protocol (Part 2)

Those bloody rituals held deep within the oasis, those deliberately buried giant skeletons, and those eerie whispers carried from the depths of the sandy sea on full moon nights all hint at a force beyond mortal comprehension.

"Let them struggle a bit longer," Perfikot murmured softly, her gaze sweeping over the battlefield.

A faint, almost imperceptible curve appeared on her lips, as if she were enjoying a meticulously orchestrated opera.

Even if these chieftains still had hidden forces or some extraordinary means, in front of the twenty ready Steam Knights, it was nothing more than a futile struggle.

These powerful steel knights were currently lying in wait within the cover of the battlefield's flank, their steam cores running at minimal power, ready to become the most lethal killing machines at a single command.

Moreover, Perfikot had brought along the Godslaying Armor; even if the legendary Desert Deity were truly summoned, it would be crushed under the might of the Godslaying Armor.

Perfikot was quite looking forward to studying how the Desert Kingdom's gods differed from those she had previously slain.

According to records from the mythological era, the gods she had previously encountered and the deities of the Desert Kingdom belonged to two entirely different mythological systems. She was very curious about their relationship—were they different incarnations of the same entity, or entirely separate species?

At that moment, the situation on the battlefield suddenly changed drastically.

Under the encirclement of the Empire's auxiliary forces, the chieftain's troops began to fall apart.

Just as Valken was preparing to order a full assault, the oldest chieftain suddenly tore open his robe, revealing a golden Scarab Beetle Emblem on his chest.

He roared in the ancient language of the Desert Kingdom: "In the name of Sekhmet, the time of reckoning has come!"

The desert suddenly began to boil.

Countless golden sand grains levitated into the air, forming a gigantic feminine silhouette.

When the figure made of yellow sand fully appeared, Perfikot's monitoring devices erupted with a series of alerts—this was a fully formed war goddess, Sekhmet with a lioness head and human body. The flame-like longsword in her hand was enough to distort the air with just a swing.

Even more terrifying, any tribal warrior touched by the goddess's light began to mutate.

Their skin took on a metallic sheen, their eyes became cat-like vertical pupils, and their nails extended into sharp claws.

These frenzied devotees emitted inhuman howls, charging towards the Empire's army with speeds beyond reason.

"It's finally here," Perfikot showed an excited expression, then ordered, "Activate the Godslayer Protocol, release 'The Judicator' and 'Divine Punishment'. "

Her voice remained calm, but her eyes betrayed her inner anticipation.

The hatch doors at the bottom of the floating battleship slowly opened, and a dull roar came from the hydraulic systems.

Two massive Godslaying Armors were slowly lowered by the blue glow of the anti-gravity field, casting a suffocating shadow on the ground under the setting sun.

As they descended, the large heat sinks beneath their armor emitted a dim red glow, as if breathing, or perhaps responding to the goddess's provocation.

As the armor descended, ice crystals continuously peeled off from the surface of the external armor, refracting a cold gleam in the pale sunlight.

As they descended, the heat seeping from the armor joints met the frigid air, forming fleeting white mists.

When the first armor's steel foot stepped onto the permafrost, the dull thud was particularly clear in the silent wilderness.

The hardened layer of sand cracked under the heavy pressure, with fine cracks spreading like spider webs in all directions.

The visual sensors lit up with a dark red glow, locking onto the floating figure amidst the dancing ice crystals.

"Unauthorized divine entity detected, executing purification protocol," the mechanical voice was particularly harsh in the cold wind, shattering nearby ice-bound sandy willow branches with its sound waves.

Sekhmet's roar whipped up a whirlwind mixed with ice particles.

The soldiers nearby involuntarily curled up, their teeth chattering uncontrollably from the bone-chilling sound waves.

The flame-like longsword in her hand bloomed with a layer of eerie blue flame, and just by sight alone, it was clear this ominous flame was extremely dangerous. A swing of it traced a fiery curtain in the air.

Facing the oncoming sword, "The Judicator" swiftly raised the shield in its hand, its surface coated with a layer of blue-glowing energy field, and when it clashed with the incoming blade, it burst forth with dazzling sparks, the dispersed energy reducing the surrounding frozen sand to powder.

At the same time, "Divine Punishment's" giant bow was slowly pulled open, the crystallized ice on the bowstring falling off with a rustle.

An unnatural cold vortex surrounded the arrow, causing falling snowflakes to solidify into tiny ice needles before even reaching a few feet from the arrowhead.

As the invisible arrow shot forth, it shattered the sound barrier in an instant, producing a rumbling sound like thunder in the air.

The temperature in the combat zone plummeted, and a thick layer of frost quickly covered the armor's surface.

Each clash sent a blast of icy air mixed with ice particles, and the permafrost groaned under the heavy pressure.

Perfikot adjusted the focus of the telescope in her hand, the specially designed telescope clearly presenting every detail of the battlefield to her eyes.

Through the lenses, she saw the powerful divine energy shrouding Sekhmet, leaving her utterly captivated.

"Record all energy readings," she commanded without turning her head.

The alchemists beside her immediately sprang into action, their specially crafted pens sketching complex energy trajectories on parchment, while the liquid metal in the instruments continuously shifted shapes in response to the energy fluctuations on the battlefield.

"Interesting! The Desert Kingdom's deities are indeed utterly different from those I've seen before!" Perfikot's face showed an expression of excitement.

Behind her, more instruments hummed with low intensity, and alchemists were busy ensuring every bit of data from this battle was recorded in its entirety.

The battle on the field was entering its most crucial moment.

The right arm shield of the "Judicator" armor was filled with cobweb-like cracks after repeated blocks, and the protective coating was flaking off with each motion.

Each swing sent tiny arcs of electricity sparking from its joints, standing out starkly on the dim battlefield.

Not far away, "Divine Punishment" was also in a dire situation.

The bowstring of its giant bow had snapped, losing its capability to launch arrows.

But the armor's intelligent core immediately adjusted its tactics, wielding the heavy bow body as a weapon, while other equipped weapons continued to attack Sekhmet.

Sekhmet wasn't having an easy time either; though her body was composed of sand and earth, under the attacks from the two Godslaying Armors, significant damage appeared.

Her roars became intermittent in the frigid wind, and her movements no longer held their initial agility.

During a moment of stiffness following one of her attacks, "The Judicator" seized the opportunity, striking her waist hard with the damaged shield.

At the same moment, "Divine Punishment" swiftly closed in, wrapping the broken bowstring like a garrote around her neck.

The cores of both armors simultaneously emitted piercing red light, the hum of overload mode even overpowering the sound of the wind.

Under this dual assault, Sekhmet's form began to fragment: first her limbs, then her torso, until finally she dissolved into countless sand grains, swept away by the blizzard, leaving behind something that seemed to be a divine core that fell onto the sand.

Meanwhile, the Steam Knights methodically cleared the battlefield.

Their heavy bodies left deep footprints in the permafrost, and the steam-powered axes they wielded brought terrifying slaughter with every swing.

Though the lion-headed warriors mutated by divine contamination were fierce, they stood no chance against the might of the Steam Knights.

"Maintain formation! Keep advancing!" The Knight Commander's deep order resonated through the communicator.

The knights maintained their formation, and as the battle axes rose and fell, lion heads tumbled onto the frozen sand, the spattered blood turning into crimson ice crystals before it even hit the ground.

When the last mutated warrior fell, a strange silence suddenly enveloped the battlefield.

The surviving tribal warriors stood dazed, their weapons dropping from their hands.

Some knelt to the ground, others buried their faces in tears, but most stood vacantly, staring in the direction where the goddess had vanished, the light in their eyes extinguished along with her.