The battle in the Abyssal Sanctuary ended quickly.
Especially after Baldr and his dwarves violently smashed open the armory and reclaimed their weapons. When Baldr charged into the bloody battlefield, swinging his hunting spear forged from ice crystals that had endured for ten thousand years, a polar storm from the Great Wilderness swept across the fallen land.
As Murphy helped the tortured moon elf out of her cell, the entire Abyssal Sanctuary felt like it had been plunged into an ice cave.
Deadly ice spread everywhere. The withered corpses of elves whose blood had been drained by the Blood Lords lay frozen beneath a layer of despairing ice. More horrifying still, every spike that had spread through the place held the frozen, impaled corpse of an Abyssal Sister.
Well, it seemed these genuine "black bean sprouts" had really angered the Frost Dwarves.
And these rock-skinned dwarves certainly lived up to their reputation as Gaia's deadliest winter hunters. Their skill at manipulating cold was no less impressive than that of psykers who specialized in the art.
Baldr was still leading his furious warriors in hunting down the fallen bean sprouts throughout the sanctuary, but Murphy paid little attention to the distinctive slaughter.
He handed the moon elf over to Bertie, who was waiting outside the sanctuary, and instructed him to take the girl back to Boder City, then send her to Base R-9 through the superpowered hackers' channels for biological enhancement. After that, he went alone into the Abyssal Sisters' laboratory in the sanctuary, leaning on Nightguard.
It had to be said that the Shadow Elves' "methods of corruption" had opened Murphy's eyes.
This wasn't just a laboratory; it was also a torture chamber. As soon as Murphy entered, he saw a dwarf strapped to an operating table. His entire torso,