Footsteps echoed from all around, while indistinct white figures appeared in the distance, instantly throwing the Heretical God Believers into panic.
"Why did the Black Armor Army get here so quickly?"
"Why are there so many of them? I saw at least thirty!"
"This is definitely a trap. Liu Mingshan deceived all of us!"
"When he rushed out just now, he must have been putting on an act. The sounds of fighting over there were him staging a battle with the Black Armor Army!"
The group quickly reached a conclusion.
It was the most logical explanation.
Regrettably, it was also the explanation most insulting to the devout.
No one knew.
The white figures in the distance were actually snowmen.
They merely looked like warriors wearing snow gear.
With a few small tricks, Cheng Han had frightened this group into losing their composure.
At that moment.
One of the leaders stepped forward and declared loudly, "Everyone, for the glory of Our God, prepare for a hard battle."
He swept his gaze around, revealing his true purpose. "I will sacrifice myself, but I still need four Martyrs!"
Responses came immediately.
"I'll do it!"
"Count me in!"
The leader pulled a black stone from his robes and raised it high in his right hand. "I'm very glad to fight alongside you all. Please gather closer."
The other four immediately moved toward him.
The others spontaneously formed a circle, guarding against the distant Black Armor Army and ensuring the ritual could proceed smoothly.
The believers silently watched the scene, their faces carrying sorrow, reverence, fear, and rage toward their enemies.
Thump! Thump!
The stone in the leader's hand suddenly began beating like a heart, emitting an illusory sound.
The five Martyrs loudly praised, "Praise Our God!"
Pop!
The stone abruptly exploded.
Hundreds of Black