At that moment, hundreds of Fog Town residents were huddled inside the barrier in despair.
Outside, the Cultists were frantically bombarding the wavering screen of light with Flesh Magic.
"Holy shit... this rendering, all these people on-screen-my graphics card isn't going to fry, is it?!"
"This is awful. If we'd come a few days later, wouldn't everyone in town have been slaughtered?"
Standing on the heights, the newbies stared down at the hellish scene below, too stunned to speak.
Meanwhile, inside the Divine Statue in the Ash Church...
Through the players' eyes, Lin En had also gotten a clear view of the situation in Fog Town.
"The Weeping Madonna's divine power has dwindled this far... if we don't establish the anchor now, her Divine Core really will shatter!"
The system had already provided a foolproof guide to establishing a teleportation point.
Lin En didn't need to be there in person at all.
The fifty-five players he had granted the [Ash Apostles] class were themselves the perfect conduits for divine power!
"System, deduct 1,000 Faith Points!"
"Use all the players as conduits to conjure the Ash Altar at Sighing Heights!"
At Lin En's command...
A sudden change swept over Sighing Heights!
Buzzz!!!
Every player suddenly felt an indescribable heat surge through their body.
Then the black earth beneath their feet began to quake violently. Countless dark gray sparks drifted out of the fifty-odd players, rushing toward the center of the heights like rivers pouring into the sea!
"Look! A cutscene!"
The players excitedly backed away a few steps.
The ash spun and coalesced wildly in midair.
In barely a dozen seconds, a massive Ash Altar three meters tall, dark gold all over and carved with intricate runes around its base, materialized with a thunderous crash on the hard rock of Sighing