Chapter 365: The Great Battle
Outside the headquarters of the Followers of the Snow God, a fierce battle raged.
The combined forces of the Yangsheng and Chaoyu Bases had launched their attack.
Furious over the disappearance of their Superhumans, they pointed their blame squarely at the Followers of the Snow God.
In the post-apocalypse, where might made right, investigations and evidence were unnecessary. They believed the cult was responsible, and that alone justified their assault.
This was also a convenient opportunity to eliminate a rising power they had long despised.
Leading the charge were Xiao Honglian and Wei Dinghai.
Dozens of modified snow vehicles, packed with hundreds of heavily armed soldiers, stormed toward the cult’s defensive line.
Both Yangsheng and Chaoyu Bases were equipped with advanced weaponry and ample ammunition, as they had been military outposts prepared for wartime.
The Followers of the Snow God, on the other hand, were a mixed bag. Even their firearms were often second-hand black-market goods, wielded by individuals with little to no marksmanship skills.
Their defenders fell swiftly, staining the snowy streets red with blood.
“Hold the line! We must protect our home!”
The war machines pushed relentlessly toward the towering cathedral at the street’s end.
Cult defenders, wielding makeshift weapons, retaliated from alleys, windows, and rooftops.
Some hurled stones; others charged recklessly, Molotov cocktails and explosives strapped to their bodies.
Their crude tactics and suicidal fervor managed to momentarily stall the coalition forces.
Xiao Honglian watched grimly, her expression dark.
"This cursed cult has brainwashed its followers into fearless fanatics. They must be eradicated!"
The sheer number of cultists was overwhelming.
Wave after wave emerged from buildings, sewers, and alleyways, throwing themselves at the invaders with reckless abandon.
Despite being prepared for such zealotry—the coalition had clashed with the cult before—their soldiers still felt an unsettling chill.
“Push forward!” Xiao Honglian barked, pointing to the cathedral.
“Bring me Yuan Kongye, that lying bh! I’ll flay her alive!”
“To whoever captures her, fifty pounds of beef as a reward!”
The promise of such a prize reinvigorated the soldiers. Adrenaline surged as they unleashed a hail of gunfire.
If the cultists didn’t fear death, neither did they. In this desolate world, they had grown numb to life and death.
The fight raged on. The cult's tactics of attrition could only slow the coalition’s advance but couldn’t halt it.
The gap in firepower and discipline was too vast.
At that moment, figures emerged at the street’s far end.
The cult soldiers’ eyes lit up.
“The priests are here!”
Zheng Yixian, leading three other priests, stood resolutely, cold eyes fixed on the advancing enemy.
The coalition soldiers immediately shifted their aim, unleashing a storm of bullets.
Zheng Yixian remained unfazed, calmly raising his right hand in front of him.
This simple gesture seemed to conjure an invisible wall.
Bullets halted midair, as if embedded in a soft rubber barrier, before clattering harmlessly to the ground.
His icy gaze swept across the enemy.
“Are you declaring the peace treaty void?” he asked coldly.
Xiao Honglian’s eyes narrowed as she spat out his name:
“You broke the treaty first,” she retorted, wasting no time as she uncorked a massive flask and took a swig.
With a fierce exhale, she unleashed a torrent of flame.
A colossal fire dragon roared down the street, illuminating the night as its searing heat melted the snow.
The inferno incinerated a dozen cultists instantly and surged toward Zheng Yixian and the priests.
Even with their powers, the priests showed visible tension.
Zheng Yixian spread his arms wide, using telekinesis to yank two derelict trucks from the snow, positioning them as barriers.
The flames collided with the makeshift shields, their heat still intense enough to scorch their faces.
Forced to retreat a few steps, Zheng Yixian called out, “Is there some misunderstanding? The Followers of the Snow God have always remained neutral!”
But Xiao Honglian and Wei Dinghai weren’t listening.
They had come to crush the cult. Truth could wait until after the carnage.
At Xiao Honglian’s signal, coalition soldiers poured from their vehicles, guns blazing.
The priests may have been formidable, but ordinary cultists were no match for the coalition’s elite troops.
Wei Dinghai waved his forces forward, Chaoyu’s soldiers joining the fray.
Zheng Yixian’s expression darkened as the reality set in.
The coalition intended to annihilate them.
“To arms!” he bellowed. “Defend the cathedral at all costs!”
The coalition soldiers were relentless, their advanced gear making them near-invincible against the poorly equipped cultists.
Decked in superior thermal armor, they fought with confidence, assured of their dominance in this frozen battlefield.
Xiao Honglian and Wei Dinghai personally led their Superhumans against the priests.
Swigging from her flask, Xiao Honglian unleashed another fire dragon, the flames consuming everything in their path.
Her fiery powers, remarkably potent even in this ice age, were bolstered by abundant energy reserves.
Beside her, Wei Dinghai wasted no time. In battle, hesitation was fatal.
Exhaling a frosty breath, the air around him chilled further.
A thick layer of ice enveloped Wei Dinghai, forming an imposing armor.
Placing his hand on the ground, the surrounding snow erupted violently, launching toward the cultists in a destructive wave.
Amid the chaos, his figure became an indistinct blur within the blizzard.