As soon as the words were spoken, the limb connector's numerous limbs suddenly turned into afterimages.
The next second, accompanied by the sound of bones and muscles tearing, the enraged Transcendent had his legs and arms instantly broken, wailing and falling to the ground like a slaughtered pig.
Everyone's faces turned pale.
Then they saw the limb connector lifting the severed limbs in front of his eyes.
He casually examined them for a while and spat out with some disgust, "Truly hideous."
Burshman seemed uninterested in the limbs, casually crushing them into a bloody pulp and tossing them aside.
"Let me tell you the truth," he moved back and forth across the ceiling like an insect, his voice fading in and out, "There are currently at least six forces no weaker than a Fifth Rank Legend rushing this way, but due to the Tomb of the Dead Silence's uniqueness, by the time they arrive here, I will likely have already advanced to a Fifth Rank Legend."
"By then, this body's strength will be enhanced like never before, more than enough even as a temporary vessel for Lord Kushustan."
At this point, Burshman's lips curled into a vicious smile.
"The brief peace ends here, tonight, the war stemming from two great races will escalate to an unprecedented new situation."
"And before that, you humans will forever remember... this bloody yet beautiful night."
As soon as the words were spoken, the limb connector suddenly burst forth.
His limbs swept across the field like tendrils, causing a wave of desperate and painful screams.
Blood flowed like rivers, converging.
Flesh and limb fragments splattered everywhere, the old factory transforming into a blood-soaked execution ground, a one-sided slaughter and massacre.
At the same time, some Transcendents panicking and fleeing were inadvertently caught in a mood of despair.
Was that Legendary high-dimensional demon about to descend here, in Glostit, to initiate a massacre?
Was this battle involving gods?
If so, as humans tantamount to ants, how could they possibly survive?
"Report to Captain Xiya! Strong fluctuations from a Sealed Object have been detected in an old factory five streets away from here!"
The soldier before him saluted seriously while reporting to the squad leader.
As a Fourth Rank Transcendent and a rising star in the Military Department, Xiya naturally was also participating in the pursuit operation against Lynn Bartleion.
Upon hearing this, Xiya frowned, "Such matters should be left to the Church, we have other tasks to handle."
Regarding Lynn, his hatred reached extreme heights. Now with a legitimate reason to bring him directly to the execution ground, Xiya would not miss his chance.
And he had a premonition.
Once that guy was completely dead, all the unusual circumstances occurring around him recently would also dissipate.
Like, Tiya's strange transformation.
Although he didn't believe she would betray him, the slightest relation with another man was something he couldn't tolerate.
Fortunately, it was all about to end.
Just as Xiya responded to his subordinate, an unbearable sense of dissonance suddenly surged over him.
I must... get there as fast as possible.
Otherwise, I will definitely lose something precious.
Suddenly, Tiya's slender and graceful figure appeared before Xiya, saintly like a goddess.
But for some reason, he felt a sudden and vast distance growing between them.
As if she would leave his side at any moment.
"…No, I take back what I just said." Xiya's face looked troubled, "Let's set off immediately for that old factory."
Although he didn't know where this premonition came from, he ultimately chose to trust it.
Hoping it wasn't too late.