Chapter 567 The Mysterious God Continent Emerges from the Water: The western part of the continent is covered with yellow sand.
In a small town in the desert, it was like a living hell, with black smoke rising straight into the sky and filling every part of the town.
The fact that the city wall was blasted open by brute force shows what kind of attack this city had previously experienced.
"You damned devils!"
On a city street, a warrior with a severed arm stood trembling, pointing his long sword at three men dressed in black and purple robes.
The three men in black and purple robes wore robes with an extremely terrifying mask printed on them, the mask surrounded by thorns.
His exposed arms and face were covered with black thorn tattoos.
"Hahaha, devil? I love your compliment!" one of the bald, tattooed men sneered.
After saying that, he cut off the warrior's other remaining arm with a single stroke.
The two were vastly different in strength. The bald man would have instinctively slit the warrior's throat, but he didn't; instead, he chose to continue torturing the warrior.
The soldier who had fallen to the ground staggered to his feet, glaring hatefully at the people opposite him.
"Yes! That's the look in your eyes! Yes! Don't you hate me? I love seeing you lowly people struggle! Hahaha!" the bald man laughed maniacally.
The two other men beside the bald man also watched the struggling man with great interest.
Just as the bald man and his gang were slowly cutting the soldier's flesh with their knives, on another street...
A man dressed in the same style of clothing as the bald man was grabbing a woman's hair and walking her toward a nearby shop.
"Let me go! Help! Someone help me..."
The woman struggled, pulling at her hair with both hands, dragging herself along the ground and screaming to the side.
But... no one made a move, because Ironfist City had already been destroyed by the members of this fanatical church, and the city was deathly silent.
Violence and bloodshed are everywhere, and what happens to women happens elsewhere as well.
The woman was in despair and was slowly dragged into the shop by the man.
After a tearing sound, the woman screamed.
Not long after, a disheveled man walked out of the shop.
"All done? Then it's my turn."
When the man outside the shop came out, another man licked his lips and grinned maliciously.
The disheveled man waved dismissively, and as the second man entered the room, the woman screamed again.
"No!!"
...
Inside a modest palace in the center of the city.
A middle-aged man in silver armor was pinned to the ground by a spear, his eyes wide open in resentment as he died.
The middle-aged man was none other than the city lord of Ironfist City, a mid-level fourth-tier warrior. The spear piercing his chest, which was originally his weapon, had become his fatal wound.
Not far from the dead city lord, a purple-haired man sat on a throne, legs crossed, looking impatient.
The clothes he wore were clearly different from those of the outside members of the fanatical church in the city.
He wore an exquisite black and purple outfit, with wrist guards securing the sleeves, and a miniature emblem of the Mad Church embroidered on his left chest.
"Have you had enough fun? How many mages have you collected? Have you tallied them up yet?" the man asked impatiently, listening to the constant lewd music playing in his ears.
"Don't rush, Gidi. Ironfist City is a small country after all, and this woman is a queen. Her experience is different from that of the other women."
The man called Gidi, who was sitting on the throne, scoffed.
Not long after, a man dressed in the same clothes as Jidi emerged from behind the palace.
"Ah, women of status play differently. No wonder those noble lords love power so much, hahaha."
Seeing the displeasure on Jidi's face, the man smiled and took out a token from his magical device, saying...
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