Don’t raise unruly people in extreme cold weather

Chapter 815

Faced with Perfectcot's bad attitude, the female champion did not get angry as before. Instead, she said in a friendly manner, "The God wants to see you."

"Meet me? Didn't he pull me into his divine domain last time? Why did he send you to invite me this time?" Perfect raised his eyebrows and looked at the female champion, but his attitude was still rude: "But this is meaningless. I have nothing to say to you evil gods. There is no possibility of peace between you and humans. Unless one side is completely destroyed, this war will not end."

At this point, Perfect even said something particularly tough: "Even if you kill me here, it's meaningless! The human spirit of resistance will never be extinguished by your reign of terror!

You can never completely put an end to human resistance except by completely destroying humanity! If you kill me, there will be thousands of others who will follow!"

"Don't be so excited. The God is not here to tell you this. He just has something to tell you." The female champion's expression was a little tense. It was obvious that Perfectcot's attitude irritated her. But she still controlled her emotions and continued to invite Perfectcot in a friendly manner.

Perfect frowned slightly, but after hesitating for a moment, she turned her head and looked out the window.

The blood-red clouds had already lowered down to the sky above the floating city, and the rotating vortex was facing Perfecto, like an eye staring at her.

Wind and thunder enveloped the floating city, and an oppressive atmosphere filled the air.

Perfect suddenly realized that he seemed to have missed a key to make the floating city fire into the sky.

In her design, the floating city is mainly for ground attacks, just like the instant kill of the minotaur before.

It is not without anti-aircraft attacks, but it is mainly based on anti-aircraft firepower. The main gun is not designed to be able to fire at the sky at an angle, especially this vertical attack angle directly above.

In fact, in this era, no weapons designer would design weapons with high elevation attack angles.

Even in Perfectot's memory and cognition, there is only one kind of weapon that can be launched vertically upwards, and that is rockets and missiles derived from rockets.

It was precisely because of this inertia of thinking that Perfecto ignored the possibility of enemies coming from the sky.

After all, the floating city can be raised and lowered. Except directly above your head, even if there are powerful enemies in the air that need to be dealt with, raising the height of the floating city can allow the electromagnetic railgun to fire horizontally to obtain an attack angle.

But the threat that appeared overhead really caught Perfecto off guard.

At this angle, you can't just raise the floating city to get the attack angle, you can only use anti-aircraft weapons to push it up, or move the position to adjust the shooting range, so as to get the attack angle.

But this matter is not the point at the moment. The point is the meeting invitation from the God of War.

Perfect took a deep breath, weighing in his mind whether to meet with the God of War and what this strange god wanted to say to him.

But after careful consideration, Perfect accepted the invitation.
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With a flash of red light, Perfect once again appeared in the God of War's realm.

The scene before her made her squint her eyes slightly as she adapted to the changes in the surrounding environment.

Compared to the last time she came here, the God of War's realm gave her a completely different feeling this time.

The last time, all Perfect saw was a ruined arena. There was no one around and the air was filled with the bleakness and desolation after the end of the war.

It felt like an abandoned battlefield, with only sand and ruins telling of its past glory and cruelty. But this time, the atmosphere of the God's Domain was completely different.

There was a depressing and murderous atmosphere in the air, as if a war was about to break out, and the entire divine realm was gearing up for this moment.

The tense feeling like a thorn in the back made Perfecto tense up involuntarily.

What surprised her even more was that this time the God of War's arena was no longer empty.

Scattered in the audience seats around were a large number of subordinate gods or god servants.

Their looks varied. Some were scrutinizing, as if evaluating her worth; some showed undisguised disdain, as if they sneered at her existence; and some stared at her angrily, with hostility burning in their eyes, as if her presence was a blasphemy to the divine realm.

These beings in the divine realm were obviously full of hostility towards Perfect, but they were also a little curious.

Perhaps they wanted to see what was so different about this mortal who was summoned by the God of War himself that a main god paid so much attention to him.

Perfect could feel their gazes stabbing her like knives, but she did not flinch. Instead, she straightened her back and glanced grimly around the audience.

"It seems that I have become a rarity in your eyes." Perfect sneered, with a hint of sarcasm in his tone.

She didn't care about the attitudes of these gods or their servants; her attention was more focused on the center of the arena's stands.

There, the burly and huge figure of the God of War was still as majestic as a mountain, exuding suffocating pressure.

Perfect knew clearly that this meeting would not be as simple as the last one.

The changes in the aura of the divine realm, as well as the appearance of the subordinate gods and divine servants this time, all indicate that this meeting is by no means simple, and from a certain perspective it is very likely to affect the future direction of this world.

Perfect gripped the hilt of the Sword of Rebellion at his waist and stuck his cane on the ground, ready for battle.

Although she was not a warrior, if a battle was necessary, Perfect was sure that if they died together, she could take away at least half of the gods and servants here.

They were powerful, but to her, they were nothing more than some moving alchemical materials.

If it weren't for the large number of subordinate gods and servants here, Perfect would have had a chance of escaping unscathed.

But it's not bad now. At least when facing the God of War, she can give him a hard time and let him know that humans cannot be insulted.

However, perhaps Perfect was wrong, or the God of War had some conspiracy, because until she walked in front of the God of War, she did not suffer any attack, not even any verbal attack or insult.

Perhaps the greatest harm she suffered was the hostile gazes of these gods.

"So, as the God of War, why did you invite me here in such a grand manner?" With the intention of testing the information, Perfectcot asked the God of War.

(End of this chapter)