Don’t raise unruly people in extreme cold weather

Chapter 830

They sacrificed themselves and the entire capital of France, offering sacrifices to the gods, begging them to give them the power to avenge Victoria, and begging them to shoot down the flying city in the sky that symbolized the evil rule of the Victorians.

Mothers threw their babies into ice pits, old men cut their wrists and used their blood to draw circles on the snow, young people linked arms and sang hymns as they walked into the self-immolating fire circles... All of this was just to add another weight to the scales of the gods.

Their sacrifice was not motivated by piety, but by despair and hatred.

The French used their last flesh and blood and souls to try to gain the mercy of the gods, even if this mercy was only the prelude to their destruction.

The gods responded to this sacrifice, or rather, it was the result of the gods' deliberate guidance.

After all, the purpose of the gods is to destroy the current world and mankind and reshape the gods' rule over the world.

These believers were the things that the gods were going to clean out and consume from the very beginning. Otherwise, if the gods needed believers, why would they need them to sacrifice their lives and flesh and blood?
The gods' response was not merciful salvation, but cold calculation - what they wanted was not the loyalty of their believers, but their destruction.

What was gained in return for sacrificing a city was the opening of the gate to the divine realm and the army of gods that finally descended upon this world.

An army of thousands of people, although each of them exudes the aura of a demigod, but for a top alchemist who has seen demigods with his own eyes, dissected gods, and even has stepped into the demigod realm himself, how can Perfect not see that these so-called demigods are nothing more than a group of legendary transcendents who possess a wisp of divinity and thus have acquired some of the characteristics of demigods?

There was no gleam of wisdom in the eyes of these pseudo-demigods, only mechanical obedience, as if they were nothing more than puppets in the hands of the gods.

Although these pseudo-demigods are wearing very sophisticated equipment, the style of their equipment is still stuck in the mythological era.

The heavy armor was engraved with intricate divine patterns, and they held spears and giant swords in their hands, as if they were still living in the glory of the cold weapon era.

If it were still the era of cold weapons, perhaps this army would be able to make Perfect feel desperate and make him lose all thought of resistance.

But now is already the era of thermal weapons. Not to mention the steam armor and electromagnetic railguns made by Perfect, just the various modern weapons currently available to mankind are not something that these pseudo-demigods who only have armor and melee weapons can match.

“I thought they had prepared something for me, but it turns out to be just this?” Perfect looked at the army of gods descending before him, with an indescribably strange expression on his face.

She stood in the command room of the floating city, looking down at the pseudo-demigod army lined up below through the thick bulletproof glass, the corners of her mouth slightly raised, revealing a sarcastic smile.

She originally thought that the gods would send out real servants, or even a few gods themselves, but in the end, she only received a group of puppets dressed in divine cloaks.

Although what appeared before Perfectot was an army of several thousand people, each of whom had a strength close to that of a demigod, they were really nothing in Perfectot's eyes.

The flapping-wing aircraft she designed herself was on standby above the clouds. The three-barreled revolver cannon loaded with corrosive alchemical warheads and armor-piercing bullets were enough to make these mass-produced Protoss understand what the "limitations of carbon-based organisms" were.

Her fingertips tapped lightly on the console, as if she was thinking about how to end this farce gracefully.

She originally thought that she would have to face at least dozens or more subordinate gods or god servants, but what came was a group of pseudo-demigods?

This made her feel like she was being looked down upon - like a top chess player setting up the endgame, only to be met by a child who only knew how to play Gobang.

One can’t help but think, that’s it?

Perfect sighed softly and pressed a button on the console.

The air defense array of the floating city slowly started up, and the muzzles were pointed at the pseudo-demigod army lined up below. She was not in a hurry to open fire, but instead observed the reactions of these pseudo-demigods with interest.

They seemed unaware that they were standing on the brink of death, and continued to march mechanically in formation, as if their existence was only to complete a destruction that had already been predetermined.

"Let's get started." Perfect said softly, with a hint of boredom in his tone.

As the floating city's artillery fire poured down, the blazing barrage drew countless deadly arcs in the air. The armor of the pseudo-demigods quickly disintegrated under the corrosion of the alchemical warheads, and their bodies turned to ashes in the explosion, as if they had never existed.

However, this divine army is not completely defenseless.

Although their equipment style remains in the mythological era, the divinity they possess gives them strength and resilience beyond that of mortals.

After the initial baptism of fire, the pseudo-demigods began to fight back.

Unstable arcs of electricity swirled around their spears and greatswords, and every swing was accompanied by a thunderous roar.

Several spears were thrown towards the floating city, and the spear tips drew blazing trails in the air, hitting the outer shell of the floating city like meteors.

Although these attacks failed to penetrate the armor of the floating city, at the moment of impact, electric arcs jumped across the metal surface, making a shrill buzzing sound, as if warning Perfectoct that these pseudo-demigods were not completely powerless.

At the same time, some special units among the pseudo-demigods began to show their abilities.

Several warriors wearing heavy rune armor raised their rune shields. Magic circles appeared on the surface of the shields, forming a translucent barrier that blocked the second round of artillery fire from the floating city.

Although their movements were mechanical, they were coordinated well, as if they were controlled by some invisible force.

The pseudo-demigods behind the barrier quickly gathered and began to advance towards the floating city in an orderly manner, like a well-trained army.

Perfect stood in the command room, watching all this with a grim gaze.

She was not surprised by the pseudo-demigod's counterattack, but instead showed a faint smile.

She simply whispered a new order to the messenger beside her.

The bottom of the floating city slowly opened, and dozens of flapping-wing aircraft flew out of the cabin, swarming towards the pseudo-demigod army on the ground like a swarm of bees.

The three-barreled rotary cannon of the ornithopter spewed out blazing flames, and the alchemical warheads drew bright tracks in the air and hit the barrier of the pseudo-demigods.

The corrosive substance quickly eroded the surface of the rune shield, cracks began to appear on the barrier, and finally shattered with a crisp sound.

Having lost the protection of their barrier, the pseudo-demigods were exposed to the firepower of the ornithopters. Their armor quickly disintegrated under the corrosion of the alchemical warheads, and their bodies turned to ashes in the explosion.

However, the counterattack of the pseudo-demigods did not stop.

(End of this chapter)