Don’t raise unruly people in extreme cold weather

Chapter 831

Several warriors holding huge swords suddenly leaped up, their bodies drawing strange arcs in the air, as if being pulled by some force, and swooped straight towards the flapping-wing aircraft in the air.

These warriors were not ordinary people. A turbid golden halo flowed between their bones - that was the sign of a pseudo-demigod. Their bodies had been forcibly infused with fragments of divinity, their muscles were as knotty as steel, and their joints even made a sound like gears rubbing against each other when they turned.

The moment the giant sword was swung, a sharp tearing sound erupted in the air, as if even the space was cut apart.

One flapping-wing aircraft failed to dodge and was cut in half. Its metal frame was as fragile as rotten wood under the sword blessed by divinity. The wreckage fell to the ground with black smoke and fragments scattered. The explosion caused by the ignition of fuel made the outer armor of the floating city tremble slightly.

Perfect stood in front of the observation platform, his fingertips unconsciously stroking the cane inlaid with the Philosopher's Stone.

She frowned slightly, and the coldness in her eyes became even more intense.

The movements of these pseudo-demigods were somewhat similar to those of the autonomous knights, but with a sense of barbaric sluggishness - they were obviously inferior products that had flesh and machinery forcibly stitched together using divinity.

"Keep your distance and prioritize destroying the ground spell nodes." She gave the order in a low voice, and the flapping-wing aircraft immediately spread out like a swarm of bees, with high-pressure steam gushing out of the tail nozzles, drawing spiral tracks in the air.

The pseudo-demigods roared and tried to chase after it, but their leaping height was limited after all. The air waves from the giant swords only grazed the armor of the ornithopter, leaving a few shallow marks.

A low hum was heard from the bottom of the floating city, and the charging light patterns of the electromagnetic railgun lit up along the barrel, like lava flowing in blood vessels.

At the moment the muzzle was calibrated, the pseudo-demigods seemed to sense the threat, and several of them suddenly raised their giant swords, and turbid golden flames burst out from the sword bodies - that was a sacrificial ritual forcibly driven by divinity.

However, before the flame took shape, the energy beam of the electromagnetic cannon had already penetrated the battlefield like a meteor.

The pseudo-demigod who was hit didn't even have time to scream before his body vaporized in the high temperature. The giant sword melted into molten iron, winding into a twisted stream on the ground, with a sizzling sound and pungent white smoke rising.

"The seventh group of turrets is overheating, and the cooling system is activated." A mechanical synthesized voice came from the console, but Perfecto ignored it.

Her eyes were fixed on the edge of the battlefield - several figures in dark purple robes were crawling on the ground, their withered fingers dug deep into the soil, and their chanting sounds were as low as thunder surging from the ground.

As the spell progressed, the ground began to tremble violently, cracks spread like spider webs, and hot magma gushed out from deep in the earth veins, condensing into a wall of fire dozens of meters high in the air.

Wherever the flames licked, even the air was distorted into blurred ripples. The flapping-wing aircraft were forced to rise in altitude again, and the alchemical coating on the edge of the wings turned black due to the high temperature.

"It's the same old trick again." Perfect sneered and tapped the console with his fingertips.

The anti-aircraft array on the flank of the floating city flipped over, and fine alchemical runes appeared on the surface of the gun barrels - that was the concrete product of her improved "Fantasy Alchemy".

As the artillery fire poured down, the barrage of bullets intertwined into a light net in the air, accurately covering the area where the sorcerer was located.

Amid the explosion, the wall of fire collapsed like fragile glass, and the remains of the pseudo-demigod splashed along with the magma, leaving charred holes on the ground.

The brief silence on the battlefield was broken by a loud noise like tearing cloth.

Above the sky, the clouds seemed to be torn apart by an invisible giant hand, and a dazzling beam of light poured down.

In the light, a figure slowly emerged - His body was a hundred meters tall, his skin was as white as gold, his eyes burned with pale flames, and the spear in his hand was entangled not with ordinary fire, but with countless fine divine runes, and every time it tumbled, ripples appeared in the space.

The pseudo-demigods all knelt on the ground with their heads pressed against the ground, as if even their breathing had been crushed into pieces by the divine might.

“Are you finally willing to show up?” Perfecto narrowed his eyes, and the Eye of All-Seeing moved silently in his crown.

Through the layers of divine mist, she could clearly see that the power flowing in the body of the deity was not pure divine power, but a power of faith mixed with chaos. Obviously, this was a broken deity that was forcibly awakened by a blood sacrifice by an ancient sect. Even so, his pressure still made the defense barrier of the floating city hum as if it was overwhelmed.

"God-killing Armored Squad, attack." She gave the order in a cold voice, and her voice echoed throughout the floating city through the megaphone.

The deck opened with a bang, and several dark figures rose into the sky - they were the third-generation God-killing armor "Four-Armed Lion", with layered composite armor covering its beast-like torso, and alchemical runes etched on the surface moving like living things.

Each of their four arms held a giant sword, with a dark red halo flowing around the blade edge. It was the "divine neutralizer" extracted from the bone marrow of ancient beasts.

The god's spear suddenly thrust out, and the flames turned into thousands of meteors that smashed into the god-killing armor.

However, the leading "Four-Armed Lion" suddenly opened its jaws, and the alchemical furnace in its throat spewed out a stream of azure plasma. The flaming meteors collided with it and melted it like snow meeting boiling water.

The rest of the armored forces took the opportunity to charge forward, slashing and hacking with their swords. Each swing brought up a complex alchemical pattern - that was the "Divine Stripping Technique" that Perfectocte had deciphered from the Jade Record.

Cracks began to appear on the god's gilded skin, and silvery-white liquid oozed out of the cracks. It was the source of divinity that had been forcibly extracted.

"Roar!" The god let out a deafening roar and slammed his spear heavily to the ground.

The ground rose up with a loud bang, and countless rock spikes pierced the God-killing Armor like the fangs of a giant beast.

One armored vehicle was a little slow in dodging, and its left leg was pierced by a rock spike, but the flesh and blood of the ancient beast inside immediately began to wriggle and regenerate, and the alchemical runes spread along the wound, assimilating the rock spike into metal debris.

Another armored unit took the opportunity to leap onto the god's shoulder, and four swords pierced into his neck at the same time. Divine light liquid gushed out like a fountain and condensed into a strange crystal rain in the air.

Perfecto's fingers flew across the console.

Feedback from the All-Seeing Eye showed that the core of the deity was hidden on the left side of the chest—where there was a shrinking vortex of faith.

She immediately sent the coordinates to the armored team, and the three "Four-Armed Lions" suddenly changed their formation, sacrificing one armored unit and using a self-destructive furnace to blast a hole in the god's chest.

The remaining armor seized the opportunity and stabbed the sword into the vortex of faith like a poisonous snake.

The world suddenly became silent.

The body of the god began to disintegrate, and the gilded skin peeled off inch by inch, revealing the chaotic turbulence of faith inside.

The floating city's defense barrier sounded a sharp alarm - the energy tide caused by divine annihilation was sweeping across the battlefield.

But Perfecto remained unmoved. She took off her bleeding crown of thorns and let her hair be blown away by the wind.

"Activate the backup energy source and prepare to recover the armor." Her voice was eerily calm. "As for those pseudo-demigods..."

She glanced at the remaining enemies on the ground and tapped the console with her fingertips.

Dozens of gun barrels slowly extended from the bottom of the floating city. What was condensed at the muzzles was not physical ammunition, but highly compressed alchemical poison mist - that was the "concept annihilation agent" made from divine residue.

As the pseudo-demigods wailed and turned into ashes in the poisonous mist, Perfect had already turned and walked towards the laboratory.

The All-Seeing Eye slowly closed behind her, and the final scene froze at the place where the gods were annihilated—there, a broken divine core was floating in the air, beating weakly like a heart.

(End of this chapter)