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 with rebellious hearts into blazing sticks.

"Argh!"

Some wore unwilling expressions, some looked regretful, and others howled as they charged at Rage. With their pitiful combat strength, they simply could not withstand the assault of hellfire.

Very soon, aside from the black flames still burning on the ground, only charred, scorched corpses remained. Of the more than one hundred people from before, a third had vanished in an instant.

At the same time, a little girl emerged 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 as smooth as jade, her face fair and delicate, as though a fairy had descended into the mortal world.

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

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

"Welcome, Holy Mother!"

His words made Ruan Xiaoqi feel 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 scroll resembling a scripture, she said softly:

"Rage, heed my command! Our master orders you to exchange this battle for a clear sky and a righteous world!"

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

As though the painting possessed magic, it floated into the air and automatically spread open. The demon god within seemed to come alive, and everyone present instantly heard an indescribable roar beside their ears!

It left many people mentally dazed. They lost their footing and fell, while some of the weaker ones were directly shaken into nosebleeds, their minds shutting down.

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

The Rage Knight's advancement had unlocked more authority over the Netherworld. Naturally, this portion of authority was also held by the Primordial Demon God, the incarnation of countless demon gods and an existence at the 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 potion that enhanced their strength.

Including the surviving believers and the original thirty-six Evil Spirit Marionettes, only eighty-two remained in total.

Every one of them lowered their heads as layers of armor covered their bodies. Black mist coiled around their heads, and once it wrapped around them, they took on the appearance of evil ghosts.

Even those newly recruited believers who had not originally been Evil Spirit Marionettes transformed into Evil Spirit Warriors, each gripping a spear and bearing a skeletal head!

A cloud-like mass suddenly rose beneath the Rage Knight's feet, constantly shifting shape before finally becoming a warhorse clad entirely in armor. Sparse black flames lit up within its white mane, flickering 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. Filled with overwhelming battle intent, they pounced forward like beasts hunting prey.

The Serpent Calamity Society and the Absurd Circus had been frightened by their opponents' killing intent and formation. Many faces turned pale, some wanted to flee, and others even had their legs trembling as a warm stream spilled forth...

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

Splat!

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

The Rage Knight then continued charging forward, like a giant wolf rushing into a flock of sheep. Wherever the Yellow Springs Greatsword passed, blood flowed and limbs flew. It was a completely overwhelming advantage!

The clown priest from the Absurd Circus dodged several lethal strikes with his agile body. The little ball in his hand flew out and returned again and again, but it only left bloody holes in the skeletal warriors, which soon healed.

"You still refuse to give up! Are you all monsters?"

Coming from a priest who worshipped an evil god, those words were truly laughable.

His paint-covered mouth could stretch all the way to his ears, making him look even more like a demon when he smiled.

"I know now. Are you necromancers from the Necromancer Society? Have you been refined into undead puppets?!"

The clown priest spoke as he dodged the attacks.

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

The Rage Knight changed 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 master, the Burial Venerable! Remember it well!"

"The Burial Venerable?!"

The clown was forced into a corner. His continuously widening pupils could only see the Yellow Springs Greatsword closing in, then his consciousness snapped. The last thing he saw was a headless corpse, blood dyeing that costume red.

Until his death, he never learned just who that Burial Venerable was.

"Kill them all!"

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

"Kill!"

The Evil Spirit Warriors were also inspired, charging into the enemy ranks with undying determination.

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 unfold before her.

She knew that since her master had sent her here, he must have had his own plans.

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

The battle reached its fiercest stage. Without exception, every believer from the Serpent Calamity Society and the Absurd Circus was slain. Blood dyed the ground crimson, turning the place into a slaughterhouse.

But something unusual happened.

Those believers from the sect wearing black robes patterned with fiery clouds could not be killed... no matter how they were killed...

That was right. They could not be killed.

They seemed to possess immortality as well. Whether their chests were pierced, their limbs severed, or even a massive hole opened in their heads, they could still rise again and continue fighting.

The beauty in the qipao reattached her own head, revealing a chilling smile as she chuckled:

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