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"It's different from what we imagined; the outskirts of the city are all burnt buildings, or houses still ablaze.

We haven't seen any signs of life, and we didn't venture further into the inner areas recklessly."

After George completed his investigation, he informed everyone of what he had discovered.

The findings made everyone furrow their brows.

"So, what you're saying is, even though the enemy sent many cultists to thwart our investigation,

they actually don't have that many people. They just want to obstruct us, preventing us from approaching the city, even at the cost of their lives," the Saintess quickly analyzed.

Bobo nodded in agreement and added, "Moreover, that final act by the Plague Monarch's follower, coming over to self-destruct, was clearly intended to stall us."

This action was easy to understand; upon recognizing their defeat, they immediately self-destructed.

Caught off guard, someone from their team was hit; if it weren't for Bobo's warning and the Dwarves' understanding of the Plague Monarch's power, more than half might have been affected.

Also, due to Blake's outstanding performance, the enemy clearly chose to target Blake, intending to diminish his combat capabilities.

"It seems the enemy knows well that we are not familiar with the power of this new Evil God. Influenced by this, we naturally would hesitate to advance hurriedly."

Bobo summarized the situation.

Thus, the enemy can continue their intended actions within the city.

It can be said that the forces guarding the perimeter might have been dispatched just to harass them.

George smiled, "But they didn't expect us to have people here who understand them, even those who have fought them."

"It seems that although they all worship the same Evil God, they might not have much interaction with each other?" Bobo muttered.

After all, if there had been prior communication, perhaps they could have gleaned some information from the traitorous Dwarf previously.

Instead of being left in ignorance as they were now.

"I suggest we set off immediately for this city to see if we can eliminate the cultists inside," Eric said directly.

No matter what these cultists are attempting, they must be prevented from succeeding.

After some discussion, they decided to proceed as planned.

They quickly prepared and set into action.

Led by Blake and other Night Watchers, given their resistance to these intruder Evil Gods' strange powers.

Being nearby, they quickly traversed through the city gate.

What met their eyes was the distant, still-burning fire and the surrounding scorched destruction, with almost nothing left but ashes.

This city had essentially become a complete ruin.

"Stay alert, even though it's quiet around, beware of whether the enemy has laid an ambush in the shadows," Anita addressed the Holy Knight.

Suddenly.

A breeze swept in.

The incoming breeze brought with it scents from afar.

As the smell permeated their nostrils, everyone immediately pinched their noses.

An odor of stench.

The foul smell increased, mixed with a significant stench of blood.

"Ooooo!"

Like a roaring gale pressing around them, compounded by those smells.

Even the Dwarves struggled to endure it.

Beyond that, they could sense a powerful force beginning to spread.

"I don't know why, but if we don't hurry, it might be too late," Bobo said, looking forward.

Blake led everyone swiftly through the ruins and flames, racing towards the city's center.

"We might already be too late," the Saintess muttered under her breath, but her pace didn't slow.

Vitra City wasn't very large.

Moreover, they were fast and quickly arrived at the city center.

The scene before them left them standing still instantly.

Skinless, headless bodies hung from the sky by strands of blood.

The blood from these corpses was pooling downwards, dripping into a circular blood pool below.

And this blood pool was bubbling, with faces filled with agony emerging and submerging within the boiling blood.

Beside it was a decaying flesh pool, with bodies and vile pus.

Some corpses seemed alive, mouths open in silent screams, their bodies just rotting flesh, some nearly bones.

They were struggling and clawing at the edges, attempting to escape.

Clearly, they were making futile efforts, as beneath this flesh pool, a whirlpool-like force firmly sucked them back.

Surrounding were numerous Blood Race, cultists dressed as Tailors kneeling beside the blood pools, singing prayers.

Facing their arrival, these cultists, these Ghouls didn't even attack, remaining still.

"Attack! Stop this evil ritual!" Blake shouted, Holy Light gathering on his blade.

The Saintess refused to be outdone.

"Holy Fire, descend like a pillar! Purge the world's evils!"

With her chanting, Holy Light gathered, and a brilliant column of Holy Light descended from the sky, resembling a pillar of fire.

"Boom!"

A shadow, a fat figure mixed with dim colors of grey, black, and ghostly green, emerged.