The arrival of the Evil God’s Apostle has plunged Bruto into complete chaos.
The rebel forces, once hidden in various areas and sheltered by former residents, have all revealed their true faces.
They are cultists, one after another.
As for the truly resolute rebels, they perished in the first wave at the gallows.
The so-called title of rebel forces is nothing but a facade for the cultists.
The courage of ordinary civilians is limited, unless driven by deeper grievances.
The Evil God is more than willing to stir up this emotion.
"Father, come, offer your head! Sacrifice to my Lord!"
The "rebel" hidden at home by his father took out his blade, aiming it at his family.
His father widened his eyes, looking at this scene with disbelief.
He was always proud of his son for being part of the rebellion, even though after joining, his son appeared strange and occasionally preached bizarre things to them.
But this is Liberty City, a little freedom is quite normal.
Even though recently the City Lord ordered a strict ban on strange beliefs, there was nothing they could do.
"You...you’ve gone mad?!"
His son should have been fighting for the liberty of this city, for their hometown.
"Your soul will embrace my Lord and enjoy endless peace!"
Saying this, he charged forward, swinging the blade directly at his father’s neck.
His father’s eyes widened, his mind chaotic at the moment, unable to grasp why, even in death.
Such scenes repeatedly appeared in the city.
The entire street had descended into chaos.
Screams were heard everywhere.
Their former friends, family, and those warriors they held high hopes for to fight for freedom.
Were now turning their blades upon them.
Ravaging with maniacal laughter.
"It’s okay now, get out of here first!"
A patrolling soldier in the city said to the woman behind him, a corpse lay in front of him.
Apparently another mad cultist.
Who knew, upon turning around, a blade pierced through his body.
"Ahahaha! For my Lord!"
The woman he saved suddenly revealed a frenzied expression, killing the very soldier who saved her.
The patrol soldiers within Enzelle Kingdom gathered inside the city, retreating towards the city gates while resisting the mad cultists.
Residents following around them were also running wildly but were not allowed to approach them.
Because the kingdom’s soldiers could no longer discern friend from foe.
The chaos in the city did not affect the battle outside the city.
Because they faced the source of all this.
Around the Evil God’s Apostle lay numerous remnants, their attire showing they belonged to Enzelle Kingdom.
However, even a level 7 Evil God’s Apostle wasn’t in good status at this moment.
Covered in many wounds, not to mention arrows protruding all over.
Ritke knelt on the ground, his blood volume over half, and his arrows already depleted, magic power nearly exhausted.
If not for the data attributes of the Night Watcher, he would have fallen long ago.
"Hahahaha, futile, you all will become my food!"
The Evil God’s Apostle began to ravage.
A thick mist of blood spread around.
Many soldiers were already showing fear. Although considered elite, facing the Evil God and the psychological pressure from the Evil God’s Apostle and the exaggerated casualty rate instilled deep fear in them.
The old general responsible for this place sat on his horse, watching the scene with shock.
It was his first time seeing an Evil God’s Apostle, a monster only summoned through rituals.
Yet, unexpectedly strong.
A year ago, he scoffed at so-called Evil Gods, and treated Night Watchers like a scam.
What could block Enze Kingdom’s might?
But now, his soldiers had no way to handle these monsters, unable to resist the pressure emitted.
Ironically, only the five Night Watchers’ members resisted genuinely.
He even witnessed some of his elite soldiers go mad, attacking those around them.
Even his ears were besieged with murmuring whispers, pulling at his soul.
Once again, he envisioned the mountains of corpses and rivers of blood he had witnessed before.
His eyes began to slow turn crimson.
"Retreat quickly, continue fighting, you’ll only become followers of the Evil God."
A Night Watcher shouted loudly.
Facing the Evil God’s Apostle summoned through ritual, even they had little experience.
Not until this stage did they discover a few issues.
The soldiers who came were elite, some had just withdrawn from battlefields.
Meaning they had endured extensive killing.
The accumulated emotions within had long nestled in their souls.
Now faced with [Bonehead’s Grace] specifically, these soldiers when confronting the Evil God’s Apostle were highly prone to influence.
Merely ten minutes of battle.
But many soldiers were already going mad, attacking randomly.
"What to do now? We are no match, only the Soul Guardians or those elders can help."
The question was, could they persist until then?
Through the channel, they knew the Soul Guardians’ squads had been active in the country.
Yet their captain Ritke spoke heavily, "They’re on their way... just need more time."
Hearing this, everyone knew.
The arrival wouldn’t be quick, or rather, in their current state, enduring seemed unlikely.
"Roar!"
The sky suddenly emitted a roar.
A dazzling light descended, striking the monster directly.
A sphere of light glimmered overhead, illuminating the surroundings like a rising small sun.
All at once.
Even the blood-tint in the old general’s eyes receded suddenly.
They looked up.
Behold, a silver creature descended from the sky, its slender body, broad wings, drooping tail, and limbs.
This seemed like a creature only appearing in stories.
A Giant Dragon.
"You filth from the Abyss, how disgusting!"
The silver dragon spoke in human tongue, addressing the demon below.
The silver body shimmered gloriously in the light.
It turned midair, tail lashing downward.
A light whip coalesced midair, striking the demon. It hammered the demon into the ground, leaving a deep burn mark as if scorched by a brand.
The demon let out an agonized scream.
"A dragon? How could there be... no, you’re not?"
The demon, whipped into the ground, puzzled by a dragon’s presence, yet realized the dragon had no life signs.
More like a corpse, cold like metal.
"Dare deceive me!"
He roared, unable to threaten before being lashed again, this time with greater force, embedding him into the ground.
"Filth like you, shut your mouth, in the presence of the great Bugreit, you have no right to speak."
This silver metallic dragon was indeed Bugreit, who had acquired an alchemical body.