As the night deepens, would the day come later? Such optimistic words did not fit Vila Nova Dônia at all.
In the outskirts of the city, the area that had been corrupted by the Evil God was destined to be a malignant tumor that would last for a long time and be difficult to cure. Once the Evil God Summoning Ritual under the city succeeded, Dounia City would probably cease to exist.
On the other side of the wastelands, not too far away, Cape Town had also fallen into an unimaginable chaos.
The Eye of Wisdom, which had been in the works for a long time, was a threat of despair.
Still, thanks to his own kind, he could only activate it prematurely after being exposed, so it was not a hopeless situation.
Furthermore, thanks to a certain 'luck', the cultists had destroyed the Evil God statues in the last purge, making the first choice of Evil God Transformation on the surface impossible. Hence, they had to resort to an underground ritual, which gave the people in the city more time to react.
The underground battlefield was becoming increasingly cruel. New magical creatures were appearing in the Chaos and Evil God Transformation regions, while the warriors of the Radiant Scroll and the God of Games were beginning to suffer casualties.
Even if she knew that sacrifices were unavoidable in war, Isabella was still hesitant when she saw familiar figures falling one after another.
On the other side, the Radiant Scroll's casualties were ten times or even a hundred times, but the archbishop's expression did not change at all.
As the Evil God Transformation process worsened, all sorts of anomalies appeared on the surface of Vila Nova Dônia. Even a fool would know that something was wrong.
The Eagle Crown and the other churches had arrived as well. There was no need for additional notice — each of them had brought out their most elite troops and trump cards, throwing them directly into the meat grinder.
"Hold on, hold on, we have no chance of retreating."
"This is our home!"
The slogans were loud and clear, and the warriors were brave. However, Isabella's bat clone, who had been guarding the port, saw several bishops of the churches bringing three to five people to board the ship pathetically … there were warriors and wise there, but there were also despicable ones.
Even without Rorschach's instructions, this blacklist would have been sent to the board of directors after the war.
Fortunately, there were very few people who would run away before they reached a dead end. At least, not now.
"… It is estimated that the requirement for an incarnation has been met … 32 minutes …"
"Time is limited, so I need volunteers … You can tell the recorder your last wishes and the person who gave it to you. Everyone will receive a pension, three times the average."
One by one, fresh lives were thrown into the bottomless underground palace, and then … there was no more then.
That bottomless abyss-like underground palace was like an insatiable magical beast with its mouth wide open, waiting for life to jump in before burping and moving on to the next one.
The complex structure of the underground palace and the underground world made it impossible for all kinds of huge and powerful war machines to enter. They were especially worried that explosive weapons would cause a collapse, so they did not dare to use highly explosive and lethal weapons. In the end, they could only choose the simplest and most extravagant way of fighting with human lives.
One team entered, and there was no news of them. The next team entered. Everyone knew that adding fuel to the fire was not only inefficient, but also sacrificed a lot. But at this time, there was no other choice.
The warriors of the Game Church no longer entered the underground palace. This wasn't because the Game Church and Isabella were unwilling to sacrifice themselves, but because they didn't have the qualifications to sacrifice themselves in the current situation of the battlefield.
Yes, there were qualifications to sacrifice themselves. There was a limit to the number of people who could enter the battlefield. The Game Church's warriors who had been trained for less than five years at most weren't able to enter the battlefield. The elites and aces of the other churches took the spots.
After explaining why the main forces of descenders didn't come (they were fighting with projections on another battlefield), the Game Church and Isabella entered the second line of battle to prepare.
As the Evil God's corruption worsened, more and more monsters appeared out of thin air in certain areas of Vila Nova Dônia. Warriors were needed to guard every area.
Time ticked by, and it was already nighttime. The entire city was getting more and more anxious, and it was becoming more and more like a battlefield.
The underground battlefield no longer had much to do with the Game Church. Although the Game Church, as the first to discover and clean up the evil cultists, had obtained enough military achievements and political capital, they were still powerless against the increasingly cruel underground battlefield meat grinder.
This situation was also within Rorschach's expectations.
"Even if the sky falls, there will be someone tall to hold it up. Don't force yourself, or else you will pay a heavy price and be hated by others … We are only ranked tenth on the board of directors, and our overall strength is ranked 27th. It's enough to just do what we can."
This was what Isabella did. She began to gather warriors to speed up the cleanup of the surface monsters and evil cultists, especially the other type of evil cultists that Rorschach mentioned.
Don't underestimate Rorschach's seemingly unnecessary reminder. In fact, after Rorschach finished speaking, Isabella and the others suddenly realized that they had missed the cultists of Jack who didn't have the "God's Eye".
These evil cultists didn't have the characteristics of the Eye of Wisdom, and there were very few of them … At least in Rorschach's estimation, there should be very few of them. After all, as an evil god, Jack should only be a newcomer, and it shouldn't have been long since he interfered in this wasteland.
This was the wasteland of the Seymour people, and outsiders were still very eye-catching. Most of Jack's apostles were also Seymour people, so the time they had to develop was even more limited.
Jack's cultists should be very few in number in the city, and their combat strength should also be on the low side.
However, these guys were still moving freely in the city, serving their god. If they were to do something now, it would be really troublesome.
That's right, Rorschach didn't believe a single word that Jack said.
Even if Rorschach himself felt that Jack was here for the Eye of Wisdom, he still didn't have the slightest intention of cooperating with Jack. Rorschach had seen many examples from his predecessors that told him that evil gods couldn't be trusted at all, and considering that the target was Jack, his trust in Jack was so low that it was negligible.
In a way, Rorschach's thinking wasn't wrong. What Jack said might be the truth, but it definitely wasn't the entire truth.
As the underground battle entered the most critical moment, subtle changes occurred in the bar where the blood sacrifice had once taken place and the hospital's morgue not far away.
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