The Corpsedemon world.
As videos and other news spread on the internet, the Corpsedemons gradually surfaced.
Every day, a large number of Corpsedemon corpses were slaughtered and placed on the streets for people to view.
No mercy, no mercy.
One by one, the cities were swarmed by the clergies. All the Corpsedemons hiding in the cities were named by them. They were either captured for sightseeing, or killed directly, leaving no loose ends.
At the same time, the Holy Sanctum's teleportation continued to pour in.
Khadula's avatars were scattered all over the world, and she could easily command everything through her avatars, which was far more efficient than ordinary telephones.
In the world of ordinary people, with the exposure of the Corpsedemons, many began to panic and seek help.
All kinds of sects, beliefs, and folk mystical systems began to pour in, trying to find a new source of support.
At this time, an organization called the Holy Sanctum began to surface from the darkness.
The temptation of the Holy Sanctum was so strong that not only ordinary people chose to join, but even some Corpsedemons who had always hated cannibalism chose to believe in its teachings.
Many Corpsedemons chose to purify their bodies, and with the help of the holy light, they forcibly cut off the addictive tissues in their bodies. At the same time, they became a new type of clerics in the Holy Sanctum — the Holy Dead.
They claimed to be the souls of the dead bathed in the holy light, gathered in churches all over the world, praying devoutly every day, completely abandoning their Corpsedemon identity, integrated into normal society, and lived a peaceful life.
On the other hand, the clergies hunted and hunted corpsedemons without restraint. At first, they only hunted individual merchants, but later on, small corpsedemon families in some cities were often wiped out in a single night.
Such a cruel act soon triggered a united resistance from the Corpsedemons.
The Nightwalker Alliance was the first group to resist.
But resistance was futile, the difference in strength between the Corpsedemons and the clerics was too obvious. They were not on the same level at all.
In this increasingly chaotic situation, Khadula was invincible, and no one could stop her advance. Even the leader of the Nightwalker Alliance, who was secretly involved, could only fight to a draw.
And at this time, the Holy Mountain's Shi Xingfeng finally chose to make a move.
A large number of Corpsedemon elites were dispatched from the Holy Mountain, gathering the elites of the parliament and the alliance, and began to encircle the Holy Sanctum.
Battles continued to break out everywhere. Chaos was brewing.
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Shi Xing Feng.
Divine Hair Sora sat calmly on the edge of the cliff, looking down at the bottomless valley. Her face was expressionless.
Becoming the incarnation of a god was boring in itself. The only thing he could do to pass the time was to immerse himself in his past memories.
In the past, she had also been crazy and indulged herself.
But it was a pity that everything was in the past.
"Balma, did you hear that? The souls of the Early Moon Swords are wailing. "She suddenly spoke calmly.
"They represented the Sacred Mountain, but were still slaughtered by the Pei family. The world no longer remembers Shi Xingfeng's former prestige, "Sola said.
"The Pei Family has been destroyed. What we need to worry about now is how to deal with the Corpse Demon Clan's current crisis," Balma said solemnly. "An organization called the Holy Sanctum has begun to gather a large number of people."
"The clergies of the Temple are very powerful. With the help of their weapons, it is very easy for them to deal with the Corpsedemons. Low-level Corpse Demons could not resist them at all. So … "
"So, we need to solve the problem from the source," Sora interrupted.
"Source?"
"From what I saw in the destiny, the monster called Khadula is in charge of everything in the clergy. She is extremely powerful, even more powerful than our Myriad Class, and extremely difficult to kill. Even I might not be able to win against her. "Sora shook her head." So, I plan to use … "
Rumble …
Suddenly, a thunderous sound came from the sky.
A female Corpsedemon leaped from afar and approached.
"Your Excellency Sora, something has happened in the Ai Wei Province!"
The woman's expression was solemn, and her face was even a little pale.
"Speak." Although Divine Hair Sora could occasionally see the direction of destiny, she could not see the specific details. All she could feel was a premonition.
"There is a large-scale riot in the Ai Wei Province. More than three thousand people are protesting, demanding the government to deal with the Corpsedemons hiding in the crowd. At the same time, the Holy Sanctum besieged a living area of our clan, and released biochemical gas on more than thirty thousand clansmen. More than twenty-eight thousand clansmen died on the spot, and the remaining clansmen were lucky enough to escape … "
The messenger quickly reported the horrifying events that happened outside.
More than twenty-eight thousand Corpsedemons were slaughtered …
Whether it was Sora or Balma, they had never seen such a tragedy before.
Ever since the Corpsedemons established their own organization and power, there had never been such a large number of casualties.
Moreover, the casualties were not caused by the clansmen.
"I can feel that evil is getting closer …" Sora said slowly after a moment of silence.
"Then let Blackmoon go. You and I can't leave, and the strongest person in the Holy Mountain is Blackmoon. "Balma suggested.
"Sure. She is, after all, a hero who saved an era. "Sora nodded.
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…
"Hero?" The huge fat woman lying on the table pointed at herself with drunken eyes, and laughed without a care.
"Have you ever seen such a fat hero?"
She laughed loudly, causing the other people in the bar to laugh as well.
"That's why you found the wrong person. Go find someone else. I'm not a hero. "The fat woman waved her hand and continued to lie down.
"Give me a glass of Green Jade. I want the largest, you know. "
The bartender behind the bar gave a thumbs up, indicating that he received the order, and quickly began to mix the drinks.
"Our clan is now facing a great threat. Lord Popes, you're the only one who can turn the tide and save everything. "
The female emissary from the Holy Mountain frowned and continued to persuade him.
Popes Blackmoon, the powerful hero who was once graceful and imposing, had now completely turned into a Big Fatso who weighed 250 kilograms.
She was now as strong as she was in the past.
"I'm not a lord, I'm just a drunkard." Popes waved his hand lazily.
"No, you once saved Lord Sora from a giant sea monster, defeated a fire monster, single-handedly suppressed thousands of prisoners who rioted in the Chaos Prison, and cut through the barrier of Mount Simon, which is known as the world's toughest backbone, with a strike of your sword at full strength …"
She went through Pope Blackmoon's achievements one by one.
"That was in the past. I'm now a cripple. "Popes waved his hand nonchalantly.
"No … You're just … taking a break." The emissary barely found a way to describe Popes.
In fact, the moment she saw Popes, some perseverance in her heart crumbled.
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