The game has become a real alternate world

Blood and minced flesh splattered, accompanied by screams.

In front of him was a bound Harpy.

In the Eastern Wilderness, such vast wilderness naturally harbors these creatures.

A species that one does not know how to define.

They have the appearance of a female body, but with wings, and their legs are structured like eagle claws.

They have a tribal-like civilization structure, yet remain exceedingly savage.

Eating raw flesh, screeching loudly.

Just like beasts.

Usually, they place their nests in places with mountain cliffs.

At this moment, the Centaur was torturing her, as if venting the brutality in his heart.

The surrounding Centaurs paid no heed to this brutal act, some watched engrossedly from the side.

"Vite, how long do we have to stay here?"

A Centaur pacing back and forth finally couldn't hold back and loudly asked.

Vite paused his work and lifted his head.

"Soon, don't you hear? Our God is whispering in our ears."

Hearing this, the Centaur angrily lowered his head.

He could hear it, but couldn't make it out clearly.

Although unclear, he could distinctly feel the continuous surge of power within him, power from the God.

Meanwhile,

The Cultists could already see the mountain peak from afar, after winding through the Eastern Wilderness's jungle for so long.

"Are you sure that's our destination?" a Blood Race Cultist couldn't help asking.

The leading Cultist nodded affirmatively: "Yes, that's it. I can smell the scent of blood, imbued with our God's blessing, coming from there.

Our God's voice whispers in our ears, come, let's quicken our pace, we are almost there."

They moved quickly.

Little did they know, many Night Watchers were trailing behind them from afar.

Soon they rushed through the forest and arrived at the canyon where the Centaur resided.

Upon arrival at the camp, they faced Centaurs, weapon raised, watching them warily.

Vite stepped forward, signaling the other Centaurs to lower their weapons.

"They are the propagators of faith."

Upon hearing this, a Centaur couldn't hold back.

"Them? These weak creatures? I'm fed up, seeing these weak, bipedal creatures makes me want to rip them to pieces!"

They themselves are the outcasts of the Centaur Tribe, following Vite due to dissatisfaction with the current tribal atmosphere.

The cause of this dissatisfaction lies with Kana's humans, now here are humans once again.

It's always these bipedal creatures, he's at his wit's end.

"These horse-like monsters are our target?" On this side, a Cultist also expressed disdain.

They are Blood Race, though they've become Cultists, some Blood Race ideas linger in their minds.

For instance, Blood Race is the true superior race, and humans and elves should all be trampled beneath them.

How dare these half-horse monsters stand before them.

Look at these Centaur's attire, they look just like savages.

The meeting of the two groups wasn't good, a portion of the members from both sides were almost at each other's throats.

Vite and the leading Cultist locked eyes.

Their crimson eyes entwined briefly in exchange.

Without hesitation, they turned away from each other.

The Cultist grabbed from behind, and the loudly complaining Cultist was instantly suspended mid-air, his power rapidly drained into blood.

"What are you doing! You damn bastard!"

His loud cries didn't last long, turning directly into a dry corpse.

Vite mirrored the action, his weapon pierced through the protesting Centaur.

Two corpses fell.

The blood seemed to be controlled by a strange power, transforming into an array, their life and blood bringing forth the power of the Evil God.

Under the control of the two, they bestowed a blessing upon their companions, reinforcing them.

This would plunge them deeper into corruption.

This was a form of advanced blessing empowerment, soon all the Centaurs and Blood Race fell quiet.

Their eyes turned completely crimson, their skin even appearing wrinkled and twisted.

They lost the ability to speak, only able to roar, baring a mouthful of sharp teeth.

"This is exactly our God's gift."