Hearing the Kappa's tone, Chen Cheng felt something was off. But judging by the way he was acting, there was probably no need for Chen Cheng to remind him anymore.
They headed all the way toward the Sin Abyss. Looking again at those Church members holding measuring rods, Chen Cheng finally understood what they were doing.
They were using the measuring rods in their hands to connect with that Blood River, setting up a God-Summoning Formation amid these ruins. Judging from the scale of the formation, if no one stopped them, the Church might very well repeat what the Orc race had done back then and truly summon a powerful Supreme God.
And gods summoned through sacrifices of flesh and blood like this were probably not a single one of them good gods.
Perhaps they simply did not care, or perhaps the auras emanating from Chen Cheng's group of three were too powerful. At the very least, they had not encountered any Church capture squads along the way.
But desolate truly was desolate. These ruins now gave Chen Cheng the same feeling as those sci-fi apocalypse blockbusters he had watched in his previous life—a city left with nothing but crumbling walls and shattered ruins.
When they neared the Sin Abyss, the Church personnel here grew more numerous. Teams upon teams of the Church's Law Venerables appeared, spreading across the ruins like stars scattered over the sky.
Chen Cheng knew what the Law Venerables beneath those robes really were. At this scale, the Church's Law Venerable production workshops were probably running at full capacity right now.
And from the scene here, Chen Cheng no longer believed the Church was doing all this to deal with him.
This was pure resource expenditure, aimed at an event on the scale of a world