The battle at Vila Nova Dônia's spaceport was coming to an end. The Evil God's weapon had achieved shocking results in the very first battle, and easily finished its work.
Artificial lightning rocks were "degaussed" in front of the Evil God's weapon, and then the battleships became heavy iron blocks that fell to the ground in various postures.
Cape Town's cannon fodder that had been fooled by the Evil God had truly become cannon fodder this time. However, they probably hadn't completed their master's mission. They hadn't attracted enough attention from Vila Nova Dônia's main forces, nor had they caused any unstoppable damage to the city.
And even if they hadn't been directly killed by the explosion or the fall, the Vila Nova Dônia residents on the ground could finally vent their frustrations.
The Seymour people of Vila Nova Dônia weren't weak ordinary people. Their home had been invaded and burned, but they couldn't do anything about it. They were already filled with anger.
A single ship — just a single ship — had completely destroyed an entire fleet and an entire army. Currently, the leaders of the various churches who were still fighting underground felt as if they were listening to a myth.
"You're kidding. You're still in the mood to joke at a time like this? Or did you just get high again? "
"That precious mothership of the Game Church? Isn't that a B-class transport ship? The enemy is an entire fleet! "
"… Did you fall under the Evil God's illusions again? Perhaps you need a vacation. "
"What? A ship that's made of natural lightning? How am I supposed to believe you when you tell me that there's a gold mine floating in the sky? Why are you still in society when you're so rich? "
After repeatedly confirming that the spies hadn't drunk too much, inhaled too much, fallen under illusions, or were just trying to make you happy … At the very least, not all of the spies would be wrong at the same time. No matter how ridiculous the information was, it would still be believable.
The leaders smiled at each other as they finally had some good news. At the very least, they didn't have to worry about someone stealing their home and turning their base into ruins. Then, they would attack their enemies even more viciously. Now was not the time to stop and talk.
"… The Game Church, huh …?"
At the same time, everyone had to reevaluate the abilities of this small church.
A church that was only good at media and entertainment? A weak level 3 church? How many superstars were there but didn't have any empty backbones? It was likely that no one would take these evaluations seriously anymore.
"I'm afraid we'll have to rearrange the board of directors again."
"… It's only been a few years, and you've already reached such a level … The younger generation will surpass us in time."
"Perhaps, the two elders have other choices outside of the Church …"
"I heard that the Game Church has already moved the divine body over. This means that their roots are already in Vila Nova Dônia. Perhaps we can strengthen our communication with them."
War was a test of life and death. To a country, it was a contest of national strength. To the Church, it was the most direct test.
No matter how strong you are and how ruthless your foundation is, it would be more practical to use them in a battle than to do advertisements for ten years.
In many regions, the new international order and the status of the great powers were only determined after the world wars. Every war could be said to be a complete reshuffle in politics, military, and economy.
In this world, the more each church developed, the more nationalized they would be. Now that everyone was in the same trench, the strength they displayed on the battlefield and the results they obtained would determine their status in the future.
This status would still exist even if they declined in the future (although it would definitely be discounted).
And if you didn't perform well in such a situation, became a deserter, chose the losing side, or won without doing anything, others would still treat you as an outsider even if you became strong in the future.
This was the first large-scale war that the new Earth Alliance was experiencing. However, it was also a test and an opportunity. Status and future Gods would have to be fought for.
That was why Rorschach didn't dare to run away. He had to do something.
That was why even the lazy Isabella had to step up and fight against an entire squadron by herself.
Now that they had won, the other Churches and major factions naturally had to reevaluate the Game Church.
"First, they discovered the Evil Gods' secret and revealed the Evil Gods' scheme. They even asked for reinforcements during a crisis … Now that they're able to bring out such a secret weapon, it's no longer appropriate to treat the Game Church as a junior."
"After we return, let's strengthen our communication with the Alliance and visit them in the middle of the night."
Similar thoughts probably flashed through the minds of the leaders of the various churches, but … it was better for them to continue their assault.
The battle in the Underground World had reached its climax.
Due to Rorschach and the others being active, many Evil God believers hiding in the mines had been wiped out by the erupting lava. Although the Evil Gods' deterrence had suddenly weakened a while ago, they had now more or less recovered.
The Evil Gods who had already sent a portion of their will over even sent out their minions and spawns to reinforce the battle lines and maintain the situation.
Everyone knew that this was the most critical moment. As long as the Evil Gods' incarnations successfully descended, the outsiders would probably lose the final battle even if they won.
"We can't let the youngsters look down on us."
Finally, the various Churches united and made up their minds. The next ones to arrive at the frontlines were probably the most vicious and trump cards of the various Church leaders.
While the underground maze's meat grinder was becoming more and more cruel, the battle in the wild was also nearing its end.
The sudden volcanic eruption cut off the Evil God believers' escape route. The living who hid behind the Evil Gods' creations and magical creatures could only face their own fates.
The highest-level Evil God believer, the "Nine Eyes", had already died in some unknown corner. The current leader was a high-level Evil God believer, Celaire.
He was the disciple of the Nine Eyes, as well as the backbone of all the survivors.
Not every believer of the Evil God was a lunatic. At the very least, it would take a period of time for them to become completely insane. There were many different reasons why they chose this path, but the most common goals were power, power, money, women, and longevity … And people with such strong desires generally yearned for life.
"Martyrdom? No, absolutely not. I still have many things to do. I want to become a city lord. I want to become a high-level Archbishop. I want to become an undying person! "
The young Eyeless' eyes were filled with blood. The headless corpse in front of him was actually the crazy Three-Eyed Evil God believer who had been praising martyrdom and death not long ago.
Celaire's spiked mace was still covered in blood and shattered brain matter. Everyone around him stared in disbelief at this young man who dared to go against his superiors.
"… There are no more obstacles. Let's continue with the ritual. For our future! Why think so far ahead? If we don't eliminate the threat in front of us, we'll all die! "
After a short pause, the chanting started again, echoing throughout the entire incident.
As the "threat" approached, Rorschach saw this scene and more or less understood what was going on.
"Everyone, I have two pieces of news. One is good, and the other is bad …"
[You're still keeping us in suspense at a time like this? Aren't you afraid of being beaten to death? Just say it together. Pay attention to the current battle situation. If it affects morale, then just keep quiet.]
Rorschach fell silent for a moment, then organized his words. This should count as good news to boost morale.
"Actually, that's only one piece of news. The good news is that the Evil God's incarnation of Vila Nova Dônia is destined to be incomplete. Our city's chances of survival are greatly increased …"
Rorschach's words made everyone exclaim in joy.
At this point, they could finally see the light of victory.
However, Su Nanna's expression became even more unsightly. With her excellent night vision, not only did she see what was going on, she also understood that Rorschach probably never had a sense of humor or good news.
"… What's the bad news?"
Rorschach fell silent again. Judging from the high Evil God's reaction, there was no need to say anything.
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