Again, They Came Together

When Reilo encountered Shangelieluofu again, two months had passed.

Although the civilization in this Eye of the Wind, the Rotting Sand Tower United Kingdom, constantly dispatched elite warriors to hunt down the invading human Witchers, the difference in strength between the two sides was simply too great.

In this Eye of the Wind, whose area was not even as large as the Grand Duchy, three Great Warlock Kings were already rampaging openly. With these Great Warlock Kings' true bodies having successfully descended, this Level 2 Civilization, still at the low-level temple stage, had no way to resist.

The Witchers were destroying the sand towers one by one and plundering their riches.

At the same time,

these sand towers were also temples of faith for the God of Rot.

As the sources of faith kept disappearing, if he still refused to come out and resist, then by the time the sand towers had all been destroyed and his Faith Power had vanished, even if he wanted to fight back, it would probably be too late.

At that moment,

Reilo was near the Seventy-Third Sand Tower.

It was an ancient sand tower whose water supply was nearly dry. Although life had grown increasingly difficult for the Moromon living there, most of them had never given up hope and still maintained a relative degree of prosperity.

The desert ground was shrouded in a layer of ominous, dark red light that made one's heart tremble.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom...

Explosions and agonized screams rang out intermittently in the distance.

On top of a towering sand tower more than two hundred meters high, a gigantic blood-red bat was clutching the tower's peak and reaching its head inside. It was truly a nightmarish sight.

A flash of azure light appeared inside the sand tower,