Chapter 1046: God

In the dim temple, several priests in dark gold robes knelt beside a woman's feet.

Priest!

Outside... something has appeared...

No!! What is outside!!

He couldn't speak, his whole body trembling.

The disciples reporting the situation recalled the huge fireball they had just seen, feeling as if facing a deity, their bodies turned cold.

That tremendous explosion and extreme light and heat were like a deity destroying the world.

They wanted to say those 'monsters' charging from outside were like demons from hell. But strangely, what they believed in was the Satanic cult...

To them, demons were more like messengers of the deity. Seeing them, they should have been excited as if seeing a divine sign, unable to pull themselves away.

But they knew the huge bear and corpses outside were certainly not the deity they worshipped.

After all, even though they worshipped an evil god, in their self-conception they still believed the deity would protect them, not destroy them.

So, for a moment, they fell into a strange self-contradiction.

They had always summoned demonic evil spirits to awe the world and bring revelations.

But now, everything seems to have reversed.

Standing before the believers, the middle-aged woman called the priestess ignored their weeping, merely whispering something over and over.

The copper-plate book constantly turning in her hands made a pattering sound that echoed in the temple.

Moments later, amid cries of panic, the woman with a pallid face and dark purple paint on her lips shuddered all over.

All that could be seen was her opening her hands and gazing toward the sky.

Like a plea, her originally turbid eyeballs rolled wildly upward, and within seconds they turned white.

Mist swirled; in an instant, the woman priest who had been an ordinary person now seemed like an evil spirit, emitting a low, emotionless male voice from her mouth:

That... is a blasphemer!

Kill them!

Inside the temple, the flame on the altar suddenly trembled violently, and a bone-chilling chill instantly spread.

Kill!!

Roar!!

The battle erupted extremely quickly.

Under Mo Ling's control, mutant after mutant, mixed with large hordes of corpses, surged straight toward the believers at the mountainside.

Tearing, devouring, screaming.

Under the evil power's influence, the cultists being gnawed by zombies, while screaming in agony, were stretched like rubber, pulled incessantly.

The battle was like a triangular arrowhead.

At the forefront, Xiong Hanzi's left hand turned into a blade, his right hand wielding a huge executioner's blade.

Beneath the silver-white bear incarnation, his whole body spun like a rotating grindstone top, tearing any creature that approached to shreds.

Lin Dui!

This thing will revive!

He killed on the spot, Xiong Hanzi let out a furious roar; the violent sound wave directly shattered the bare-handed black-robed men charging at him.

But the next second, the corpses turned into minced meat by the roar, under the influence of evil energy, quickly reassembled into wobbling cultists.

He had no reply for the moment.

Lin An simply strove to observe the flow of energy, constantly determining where the power source of these cultists emerged and where it converged.

Revival is normal.

The team sent by Taylor ultimately had to retreat under endless consumption.

Power isn't depleted, but is the body depleted?

Can evil energy not attach to zombies?

Watching several zombies pounce to the ground and devour the cultists, Lin An keenly discovered that these cultists, even after infection with the virus, would still turn into zombies.

But if their brains were eaten on the spot, they would not turn into zombies.

Under the evil energy's influence, they would directly revive and then rush forward screaming.

The power ultimately gathers at the temple..

His gaze flickered.

Lin An raised his hand and unleashed an invisible sword qi, clearing a space before him, then looked thoughtfully at the priests kneeling outside the temple.

As if thinking of something.

Mo Ling! Try to convert these cultists into zombies as much as possible!

Or else let the zombies eat them clean!

He issued the orders swiftly, while simultaneously rehearsing the next step.

Facing these extremely energy-consuming cultists, there are only two approaches.

First, infect them all into zombies so evil energy has nowhere to attach.

Second, have Zhang Tie hold back the cultists while he rushes into the temple at top speed, grabs the equipment, and leaves.

Originally, Lin An had made both preparations, but his main plan was still the second.

But for some reason, upon arriving at the temple's foothills, he always felt something lurking in the dark, as if it might strike at any moment.

First, wear them down, then we'll see.

After forcing these priests to reveal their trump cards, he'll then charge in!

Without hesitation.

After settling on the final plan, Lin An simply relied on his physical strength, swinging his sword at will.

Sword qi crisscrossed.

Even without using any spiritual power, relying solely on his physical strength, each of Lin An's swings was like a death scythe—one strike burst out a large spray of blood mist.

The advance was extremely fast.

Within just four minutes, the followers charging down from the mountain dwindled; often, as soon as a corpse on the ground revived, Lin An and his companion killed it outright. Afterwards, the lunging zombies would simply encircle the corpses, forcibly turning them into zombies.

In battle against these resurrecting followers, the zombies summoned by Mo Ling not only did not decrease, but actually became more numerous than before.

Before the temple, the last hundred or so cultists lay prostrate on the ground, many incredulously staring at the zombie army at the mountain's base.

"Master Sacrificer!"

"These blasphemers... they... they're controlling the corpses!!"

They rarely showed fear.

The usually frenzied cultists, upon first encountering zombies, found it hard to calm their shock for a while.

Such a man-eating, infectious monster is even more demonic than the demons of myth.

Although they also sacrificed living people, compared to Lin An sacrificing an entire city's populace, they felt like small ghosts meeting a great ghost.

The possessing evil spirit called the Sacrificer silently watched the growing number of zombies below the mountain; after a moment, a fierce gleam flashed in its eyes.

In the deity's instructions, it was mentioned that blasphemers would appear. But as long as we hold off these otherworldly blasphemers, the divine power will continuously flow to the believers.

Of course, the premise is that they must have bodies.

But under Lin An's accidental, perverse strategy, the townspeople originally meant as sacrifices are now completely unusable!

We can't drag this out any longer!

A low male voice issued from the female priest's mouth:

"You stay here! I'll go awaken the deity!"

She turned and rushed into the core of the temple.

In the innermost palace, a piece of lower-body armor-like equipment slowly rotated above the altar.

She plopped down on her knees and prayed.

"Deity!"

"Blasphemers have broken in! Please awaken!"

After slashing her wrist, the female priest shakily dripped her blood onto the altar. Moments later, a chilling aura suddenly condensed.

Her eyes gleamed with excitement. According to the scriptures, the deity possesses supreme authority and power. Once the deity awakens, all enemies will tremble in fear!

In the void, within the armor, a weary voice slowly sounded:

"Why... wake me..."

The voice seemed tinged with the confusion of a long slumber, or perhaps doubt as to why his own followers could not resist the enemy.

Invisible "divine power" spread out.

A few seconds later, a startled exclamation rang from the deity's mouth:

"Damn it! How can there be zombies here too!?"