The Decision Demon attacked in Mech form.
The Senior Couriers trying to capture Alice felt the searing heat overhead and looked up. By the time they saw the iron fist wreathed in black demonic flames descending from the sky,
it was already too late.
Boom!
One punch landed!
An enormous crater appeared in the center of the stage.
The blazing heat burned Russell's Demigod Apostles to ash before they even had a chance to react.
Russell had yet to recover from the shock that Stasia's elemental attacks had not been sealed when the Demon Mech's sudden attack instantly reddened his eyes.
Those who had died were all his Apostles! His most loyal followers.
Unlike the company's executives, who might have secretly sold out everything in the company,
these were the only people he could trust.
"Troll God! Are you still not going to act?!"
Russell roared.
In the sky, atop the largest Troll airship,
an ugly Troll as massive as a small hill held a flask fashioned from a human skull and drank human blood.
He heard Russell's shout, his yellowed teeth creaking as he laughed wildly.
"Hahahahaha! I knew you'd have to rely on me in the end!"
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The Troll God descended from the sky, wielding a massive club made from the City of Bones, and landed directly inside Stasia's Firestorm, shattering the storm.
More Trolls landed one after another.
They attacked the Train Conductors at the center of the venue.
The war had begun.
Some Train Conductors had not come through the newcomer Trial held every three Wasteland Years, as Ye Qiyan and Zhao Lin had.
They, too, had once been Native Humans.
Seeing that things were going badly, these people tried to surrender to Russell in exchange for a chance to survive.
But