Don’t raise unruly people in extreme cold weather

Chapter 811

Along with the sacrifice of the evil cult, the entire shelter was transformed into the venue for the other party's evil sacrificial ceremony.

The once peaceful sanctuary has now been completely eroded by the power of darkness, and the air is filled with a sickening stench of decay and blood.

The people in the shelter became believers of the evil god simply because they believed the lies of the evil god sect and became sacrifices in this sacrificial ceremony.

There were still expressions of fear and despair on their faces, as if they had only realized at the last moment what abyss they had fallen into.

Their lives faded away in silence, and their souls were ruthlessly stripped away, transforming into wisps of dark energy that gathered at the center of the altar.

The wails of those souls seemed to echo in the air, but no one could hear them, or no one cared anymore.

Along with it, the death energy and resentment of the people killed by Perfectoct in the previous battle to suppress the separatists, as well as their unwilling souls, a large number of sacrifices were gathered in the altar secretly built by the evil god sect in the sanctuary.

The resentment of these dead people and the sacrificial rituals of the evil cult are intertwined, forming a suffocating dark energy.

The interweaving of blood and soul caused the runes on the altar to flash with strange light, as if telling of some unspeakable horror.

Those runes were like living things, wriggling on the surface of the altar, emitting a heart-pounding dark red light.

The air was filled with a strong smell of blood, which was suffocating and made it seem as if even breathing had become difficult.

Every breath of air I inhaled carried a rusty smell, as if the whole world was soaked in blood.

A huge crack appeared on the altar and then expanded into a purple vortex. A low roar came from the vortex, which was a horrifying sound from the abyss.

The sound was like the wailing of countless dead souls, or the roar of some ancient giant beast, which was chilling.

A huge figure more than ten meters tall stepped out from it, and every step made the earth tremble.

This is a huge figure with a ferocious bull head, a sturdy human body, and a pair of bull hooves covered with spikes. It is wearing armor forged from a red unknown metal inlaid with brass decorations and a large number of skulls, and holding a huge long-handled two-handed battle axe in its hand.

The handle of the battle axe was wrapped around a thick spine and connected to the giant's arm with an iron chain, rubbing against each other and making a harsh sound.

The huge bull's horns bent toward the sky, and a pair of blood-red eyes on the huge bull's head were burning with red flames, revealing endless malice and desire for destruction.

With every breath, a strong smell of sulfur was carried around, and streams of white gas came out of its nostrils, showing the giant's anger at the moment.

Every breath it took was like the flames of hell, and the air around it seemed to be ignited by its anger.

When its hooves stepped on the ground of the shelter, the giant monster-like figure let out a roar that shook the entire shelter.

The roar was as deafening as thunder, as if it was going to tear apart the entire dome of the shelter, and it even seemed as if it was about to lift the ground above the shelter and rush out of the ground.

"Apostle of the great God of War, you have finally arrived! Please bring war and killing to this world! Let everything be soaked in destruction and blood!" A believer of the evil god sect kneeling in front of the altar shouted fanatically, with a pious and crazy look. He had already fallen into the madness brought about by the evil god sect's blasphemous faith without knowing it.

However, the Minotaur merely glanced at him casually, and then swung the giant axe, instantly pulling the souls of all the evil god cult believers kneeling in front of the altar out of their bodies by the giant axe, and then swallowed into the giant axe. The bodies of these believers instantly became emaciated as if their blood had been sucked dry.

The giant monster who had killed these sacrifices continued to move forward. His battle axe dragged on the ground, making a harsh friction sound, and the dried blood on the axe blade turned bright red.
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"My Lord, a huge energy reaction has been detected below the Goldsmith Street Shelter! It's the evil god... the evil god has descended!" In the floating city, an alchemist nervously reported to Perfecto, his voice trembling with difficulty.

Fine beads of sweat oozed out of his forehead, and the report in his hand was almost unstable, as if the energy reaction was coming through the ground, making him uneasy.

Although the floating city was not within the range of influence of the giant monster that had descended, the alchemist had already unconsciously felt fear, and his hands and feet were shaking uncontrollably.

The other people around were also affected to varying degrees. There was an invisible sense of oppression in the air, and even breathing seemed to become heavy.

However, Perfect did not show any panic or fear.

She had already witnessed the horror of the evil god with her own eyes, and had even killed him with her own hands. Holding the title of godslayer, she naturally would not feel fear about it.

However, the psychological quality of ordinary people cannot be compared with that of Perfectocte, so their fear is normal.

After all, the existence of the evil god has long surpassed their cognition, and the unspeakable feeling of oppression is enough to make anyone despair.

However, Perfect's voice was like a sharp blade, cutting through the oppressive haze: "What are you afraid of! It's just a bigger beast! God? It's not like I haven't killed one before! Don't look so ashamed! Victoria needs each of you to fulfill your duties!"

Her voice spread throughout the floating city through the broadcasting system, her tone filled with unquestionable majesty and confidence.

The voice seemed to carry some kind of magic, instantly dispelling the haze in people's hearts.

The people who were originally panicked by the arrival of the evil god calmed down again.

Yes, what's so scary about the evil god? It's not like Lord Brandelis hasn't killed gods before!
With her here, they will definitely win today, and maybe even get the glory of killing a god!

For a moment, morale was boosted again by Perfect.

People returned to their posts one after another, with no more fear in their eyes, but instead a firm belief.

At this time, Perfecto gave the order at the right time: "Start charging the main gun, activate the electromagnetic track! The sighting system locks onto the Goldsmith Street Shelter. Once you find any trace of the evil god, aim at it and hit it hard!"

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

All systems of the floating city responded quickly, huge amounts of energy began to gather in the muzzles, and the electromagnetic track emitted a low humming sound, like a giant beast ready to pounce, waiting for its prey to appear.

There was a tense and expectant atmosphere in the air, as if a storm was about to come.

And Perfect remained calm, as if everything was within her expectations.

(End of this chapter)