Primordial Demon God Manifestation! Time to Kill

Splat!

Blood gushed out. The Evil Spirit Marionettes hidden among them swung their Hellfire Whips even faster. Black flames scattered like raindrops, burning those traitors harboring defiance into charred sticks.

"Ah!"

Some wore unwilling expressions, some showed regret, and some still howled as they charged at Rage. With their pitiful combat strength, they could not withstand the assault of hellfire at all.

Very quickly, aside from the black flames still burning on the ground, only scorched, mangled corpses remained. Of the more than one hundred people just moments ago, a third had vanished in an instant.

At the same time, a little girl walked out from the depths of the factory. She wore a black Gothic gown, her long hair draped over her shoulders, with two tiny braids hanging by her temples. Her skin was creamy and her face fair, as if a fairy had descended to earth.

Spiritual motes swirled beneath her feet, allowing her to float in midair.

Seeing Ruan Xiaoqi enter in such a manner, the Rage Knight abruptly lowered his head, dropped to one knee, and said in a deep voice:

"Welcome, Holy Mother!"

Those words made Ruan Xiaoqi somewhat embarrassed. After spending this time with Su Ziyu, she had gradually integrated into this society and naturally understood what Rage meant.

However, she concealed the flush on her face well. Holding a scripture-like scroll, she said softly:

"Rage, heed my command! Our lord commands you to exchange today's battle for clear skies and a righteous world!"

Her voice rose and fell rhythmically as the scroll slowly unfurled, revealing the blurry, indistinct image of the Primordial Demon God!

As if it possessed magic, the scroll floated into the air and opened by itself. The demon god depicted within seemed to come alive, and everyone present instantly felt an indescribable howl ringing in their ears!

It left many people dazed. Some lost their footing and fell, while those weaker in strength were even shaken until their noses bled and their minds went blank.

This was only a portion of the Primordial Demon God's image, and a blurry version at that, yet it already possessed such power.

The Rage Knight's advancement had unlocked more authority over the Netherworld, and this authority was naturally also held by the Primordial Demon God, the incarnation of countless demon gods and an existence akin to a cosmic singularity.

This silent roar was a weapon against enemies, but to the believers led by the Rage Knight, it was no different from a strengthening potion.

The surviving believers, together with the original thirty-six Evil Spirit Marionettes, numbered only eighty-two in total.

Every one of them lowered their heads as layers of armor covered their bodies. Black mist coiled around their heads, transforming them into evil ghosts.

Even those newly recruited believers who had not originally been Evil Spirit Marionettes became Evil Spirit warriors holding spears, with skulls for heads!

A cloud-like mass suddenly rose beneath the Rage Knight's feet, shifting through countless shapes before finally turning into a warhorse covered in armor. Scattered black flames lit up along its white mane, dancing like dark elves.

Rage's eyes lit up. He immediately leaped onto the warhorse, feeling power fill his entire body. He swung the Yellow Springs Greatsword downward and let out a thunderous battle cry:

"Kill!"

"..."

"Kill!"

The Evil Spirit warriors roared at the same time, charging forward with overwhelming fighting spirit like beasts pouncing on prey.

The Calamity Serpent Society and the Grotesque Circus were both frightened by their killing intent and formation. Many faces turned pale, some wanted to flee, and some even had their legs tremble as warmth spilled forth...

The blue-haired young man's body suddenly transformed, his feet writhing like snakes. He raised a trident and was about to thrust it out when the enormous five- or six-meter-tall figure of the Rage Knight atop his warhorse rapidly filled his vision, drawing closer and closer!

Splat!

The Rage Knight swung the Yellow Springs Greatsword and directly severed the head of the Calamity Serpent Society priest. Blood sprayed from his neck like a fountain.

Then the Rage Knight continued charging forward. Like a giant wolf entering a flock of sheep, wherever the Yellow Springs Greatsword passed, blood flowed and limbs flew. It was an utterly overwhelming advantage!

The clown priest from the Grotesque Circus relied on his agile body to evade several lethal attacks. He threw and retrieved the little ball in his hand, but it merely left bloody holes in the skeletal warriors, which soon healed again.

"You still refuse to give up! You're all monsters, aren't you?!"

Hearing such words from the mouth of a priest who worshipped an evil god was truly laughable.

His paint-covered mouth could stretch all the way to his ears, making his smile look even more like a demon's.

"I know! You must be Necromancer Society necromancers! Have you been refined into undead puppets?!"

The clown priest spoke while dodging attack after attack.

"Hehehe, what the hell is the Necromancer Society? Remember this!"

The Rage Knight turned in another direction and charged at the clown priest like a war god of the Netherworld. The gleaming Yellow Springs Greatsword was already raised above his head as he roared, "Our lord, Burial Venerable! Remember that name!"

"Burial Venerable?!"

The clown was forced into a corner. His widening pupils could only see the Yellow Springs Greatsword drawing ever closer before his consciousness snapped. The last thing he saw was a headless corpse, blood staining that costume red.

Until his death, he never learned just what kind of deity that Burial Venerable was.

"Kill them all!"

The Rage Knight raised his greatsword. An eerie yellow glow flickered across its blade, as though countless souls were wailing within it.

"Kill!"

The Evil Spirit warriors were also inspired, charging fearlessly into the enemy ranks.

And they truly would not die. Severing immortality was not something that could be done so easily.

Ruan Xiaoqi sat on a chair in a corner of the factory, quietly watching the slaughter before her.

She knew that her master must have his own reasons for sending her here.

All she needed to do was obey. As long as she listened to her master, everything would go smoothly.

The battle reached its most intense stage. Without exception, every believer of the Calamity Serpent Society and the Grotesque Circus had been slaughtered. Blood dyed the ground crimson, turning the place into a slaughterhouse.

Yet something unusual happened.

The believers of that cult dressed in black robes patterned with fiery clouds simply could not be killed...

That was right, they could not be killed.

They seemed to possess immortality as well. Whether stabbed through the chest or stripped of their limbs, even when a huge hole was blasted through their heads, they could still rise again and continue fighting.

The beauty in the qipao reattached her own head and revealed a chilling smile as she chuckled.

"Listen carefully. No matter what kind of deity your Burial Venerable is, River City's forces belong to us!"