Extreme Cold Era: Shelter Don't Keep Waste-Chapter 882 - 111: Slaughtering God

A few warriors wielding giant swords suddenly leapt up, their bodies drawing strange arcs in the air, as if pulled by some force, heading straight toward the airship in the sky.

These warriors were not ordinary humans; a murky golden glow flowed between their bones—this was the mark of the Pseudo-Demigod. Their bodies had been forcibly infused with pieces of Divinity, their muscles knotted like steel, producing gear-like grinding noises as their joints moved.

The moment the giant sword swung, a piercing tearing sound erupted in the air, as if even space was being sliced apart.

An airship, unable to dodge, was sliced in half, its metal frame as fragile as rotten wood under the divinity-enhanced sword blade. The wreckage plummeted to the ground in black smoke, scattering debris everywhere. The explosion from the ignited fuel caused the peripheral armor of the Floating City to tremble slightly.

Perfikot stood before the observation deck, absentmindedly rubbing the Philosopher's Stone set into her staff with her fingertips.

She frowned slightly, coldness deepening in her eyes.

The movements of these Pseudo-Demigods were somewhat similar to those of Autonomous Knights yet with a crude, clumsy barbarity—clearly, they were inferior creations, forcibly stitching flesh and machinery with Divinity.

"Keep your distance, prioritize destroying ground spell nodes." She ordered quietly, and the swarm of airships immediately dispersed like a swarm of bees, trailing spirals of high-pressure steam behind them as they maneuvered in the sky.

The Pseudo-Demigods roared and tried to pursue them, but their leap height was ultimately limited. The air gusts from their sword swings only grazed the armor of the airships, leaving slight marks.

A deep hum emanated from the bottom of the Floating City, as the charging glyphs of the electromagnetic railgun lit up layer by layer along the barrel, like molten lava flowing through blood vessels.

The moment the cannon was aimed, the Pseudo-Demigods seemed to sense a threat. A few suddenly raised their giant swords, the blades bursting with murky golden flames—a ritual of sacrifice forcibly driven by Divinity.

However, before the flames could form, the energy beam of the electromagnetic cannon pierced the battlefield like a meteor.

The struck Pseudo-Demigods vaporized in the high heat before they could even scream, their giant swords molten into iron, flowing on the ground in twisting streams, raising a pungent white smoke.

"Seventh turret overheating, cooling system activated." A synthesized voice announced from the control panel, but Perfikot remained oblivious.

Her gaze fixed on the edge of the battlefield—where a few figures draped in dark purple robes were crawling on the ground, their withered fingers deeply embedded in the soil, their chanting deep like the rumbling of thunder from the depths.

With the advance of the spells, the ground began to shake violently, cracks spider-webbed outward, and hot magma sprayed from the earth's veins, coalescing into towering fire walls dozens of meters high.

Where the flames licked, even the air twisted into blurry ripples, forcing the airship swarms to ascend again, the alchemical coating on their wings edges turning charred black in the high temperatures.

"Same old trick again." Perfikot scoffed, tapping the control panel lightly with her fingertip.

The anti-air array on the side of the Floating City flipped in response, revealing dense alchemical runes on the barrel's surface—materialization products from her improved Imaginary Alchemy.

As the barrage poured down, the projectiles woven into a net of light, precisely covering the area where the spellcasters were located.

In the explosion, the firewalls shattered like fragile glass, and the remnants of Pseudo-Demigods and magma scattered together, charring pits into the earth.

A brief silence on the battlefield was shattered by a sound like tearing cloth.

Above the sky, the clouds ripped open as if torn by an invisible giant hand, and a dazzling pillar of light descended.

From within the light, a figure slowly materialized—its body towering a hundred meters high, its skin cast like gilt, eyes burning with pale flames, and in its hand, the spear wreathed not in ordinary fire, but in countless dense divine runes, each surge stirring ripples in space.

All the Pseudo-Demigods knelt in unison, their heads pressed tightly to the ground, as if even their breath was shattered by divine majesty.

"Finally decided to show up?" Perfikot squinted, the Eye of Omniscience silently operating within her crown.

Through layers of divine fog, she clearly saw that within the Divine's body flowed not pure Divine Power but the chaotic belief force—obviously, a flawed Divine forcibly awakened through blood rites by some ancient cult.

Even so, its majesty still weighed heavily on the defensive barriers of the Floating City, causing a strained hum.

"Godslaying Armor squad, engage." She ordered coldly, her voice echoing throughout the Floating City through the speaking tube.

The deck rumbled open, and several pitch-black silhouettes shot skyward—these were the third generation Godslaying Armor units "Four-Armed Lions," their beast-like bodies cloaked in layered composite armor, the surface etched with alchemical runes moving like living creatures.

Each of their four arms wielded a giant slashing sword, the blade shimmering with a dark red glow, refined from ancient beast marrow as "Divinity Neutralizer."

The Divine thrust its spear abruptly, flames transforming into myriad meteors crashed toward the Godslaying Armor units.

But the leading "Four-Armed Lion" suddenly opened its jaw, the alchemical furnace in its throat spat a blue plasma stream, dissolving the fiery meteors like snow meets boiling water.

The remaining armors seized the opportunity to advance, their slashing swords striking in crisscross patterns, each swing accompanied by complex alchemy array glyphs—broken down from the Jade Record by Perfikot, depicting the "Divinity Stripping Ritual."

Cracks appeared on the Divine's gilded skin, silver-white liquid seeping from the fissures, forcibly separated divine essence.

"Roar—!" The Divine let out an earsplitting roar, its spear heavily thudding to the ground.

The ground heaved up, numerous rock spikes stabbing towards the Godslaying Armor like beastly fangs.

One armor was slow to evade, its left leg pierced by a rock spike, but its internal ancient beast flesh immediately began to writhe and regenerate, alchemical runes spreading along the wound, assimilating the spike into metal fragments.

Another armor seized the chance, leaping onto the Divine's shoulder, the four slashing swords simultaneously stabbed into its neck, divine light liquid gushing out like a fountain, condensing into eerie crystal rain in the air.

Perfikot's fingers slid rapidly across the control panel.

The feedback from the Eye of Omniscience showed that the Divine's core was hidden in its chest's left side—where a belief vortex continued collapsing.

She quickly transmitted the coordinates to the armor squad, three "Four-Armed Lions" suddenly changing formation, sacrificing one armor to detonate its furnace, blasting a hole in the Divine's chest.

The remaining armors seized the fleeting opportunity, their slashing swords stabbing into the belief vortex like venomous snakes.

The world fell abruptly silent.

The Divine's body began to disintegrate, its gilded skin peeling off inch by inch, revealing the chaotic belief currents within.

The Floating City's defense barriers sounded a sharp alarm—the energy tides triggered by divine annihilation were sweeping across the battlefield.

Perfikot remained unmoved, taking off her blood-soaked thorn crown, letting her hair be blown loose by the wild wind.

"Activate backup power, prepare to recover the armor." Her voice was frighteningly calm, "As for those Pseudo-Demigods..."

She glanced at the remaining enemies on the ground, lightly tapping the control panel with her fingertip.

The bottom of the Floating City slowly extended several dozen barrels, and the muzzle gathered not physical ammunition, but highly compressed alchemical poison mist—manufactured from divine residue as "Conceptual Annihilation Agent."

As the Pseudo-Demigods howled and turned to ashes in the poison mist, Perfikot had already turned and walked towards the laboratory.

The Eye of Omniscience slowly closed behind her, the last image frozen on the site of divine annihilation—where a fragmented divine core hung suspended in mid-air, beating faintly like a heart.