The commotion was so loud that it inevitably attracted a lot of attention and power.
Five hundred kilometers from the Bay Territory's advancing troops, the special forces led by Matthew had reached their destination.
Heavy clouds covered the entire sky.
Flashes of lightning sent waves of agitation.
Torrential rain poured down, and roaring winds kept surging.
Matthew, who had accumulated enough strength for a long time, sensed a distinct energy fluctuation below and smiled as he whispered:
"Things that shouldn't exist, why must they appear again?"
"The era is different now!"
Flashes of lightning howled down, striking numerous cultists under countless gazes.
A large number of cultists fell, becoming the Power of Destiny harvested by Matthew.
Interestingly, the quantity of this Power of Destiny was only one-third of normal.
Matthew did not think it was due to being closer to the Evil God; he didn't need to elaborate.
