"Everyone, keep up."
Roderick gave no explanation. He simply strode toward the direction marked by the red light.
His steps were steady, without the slightest hesitation, as if the truth indicated by that ten-thousand-point blueprint was beyond doubt.
Scott gritted his teeth and swallowed all his questions.
"Everyone! Follow the boss!" he shouted at the still-discussing group behind him before chasing after Roderick.
"Come on, stop standing around." Kevin sighed and followed as well.
The several-hundred-man party silently made its way through the ruins of Rust City amid a strange atmosphere mixed with blind obedience, trust, and a hint of unease.
The glow of Epic Equipment shone from their bodies. They should have been full of confidence, but now they were all anxious because of their leader's incomprehensible move.
The two-kilometer journey was not far.
With the faint boost from the remaining power of the Holy Domain Aura, the party moved quickly.
Soon, they arrived at the abandoned factory district.
The towering smokestacks had broken off. The massive factory buildings were covered in rust, and bullet holes and claw marks riddled the walls.
The air reeked of iron rust, machine oil, and some pungent mixture of sulfur.
"Something's there!"
Scott, who was walking at the very front, suddenly stopped. The longbow [Oath of Dawn] in his hand automatically lit up with a faint golden glow, and the bowstring drew taut without a sound.
Within the enormous shadow of the factory ahead, a massive creature slowly writhed, making a clacking sound like cooling slag.
It was a monster over five meters tall, its entire body formed from semisolid, dark-red industrial slag.
Scalding liquid constantly dripped from its body, corroding the ground into little pits that emitted black smoke.
It had no facial features. In its head was only a core radiating