Cain's command was a silent thunderclap.
It exploded in the hearts of all the fanatical cultists in Winred City, raising a furious tide of fervor.
Their eyes saw nothing else, no hesitation, and even less the innate fear of death.
In its place was an ecstatic joy of rushing to the holy land, a happiness so bizarre it reached the extreme.
"For the Mother Goddess!"
A Cultist Overseer, locked in a life-and-death struggle with the insurgent soldiers, suddenly threw aside his weapon.
An infatuated smile bloomed on his face, ignoring the enemy's battleaxe already swinging at his neck.
He pulled a twisted bone dagger from his robes and, without hesitation, plunged it into his own heart.
Fresh blood splattered out.
His smile only grew more brilliant in the blood, blooming into a bizarre happiness leading to ultimate bliss.
"Rebirth... is coming soon!"
Elsewhere, several Cultist Mages exchanged glances, seeing the same resolve in each other's eyes.
They interrupted their incantations, their movements synchronized as they used their specially crafted daggers to end their own lives.
The same scene played out in every corner of the city.
Dozens, hundreds of the most core fanatical cultists, at the same moment, in the same manner, sacrificed their flesh, souls, and even their very existence to their supreme god.
Their destination was one and only: the Corrupted Chapel!
At the peak of the church, the altar woven of flesh and metal had long been activated.
The blood pool at its center boiled violently as crimson energy patterns spread frantically across the walls: the blood vessels of the Evil God, greedily sucking in essence.
The corpses of those who had committed suicide did not even fall before turning into the purest crimson streams of light.
Invisible forces dragged them from all directions of the city.
A hundred rivers returning to the sea.
All surging into the altar!
BOOM!
As the final wisp of soul light merged into the altar, the entire church erupted with a blinding blood-red glow.
A thick crimson pillar of light, carrying the phantasms of trillions of suffering, wailing souls, tore through the sky of Winred City!
The sky was dyed the dark red of coagulated blood.
The Dungeon Rule [Echo of the Heart's Abyss] was pushed to its limit at this moment!
A chaotic and primitive pressure, originating from the Cathedral, swept across the entire world!
This pressure was a world-ending tsunami of the mental realm.
It contained the most primal desires of life.
Greed, gluttony, lust, sloth, wrath...
All negative emotions were amplified by a trillion-fold, transforming into tangible mental pollution that crushed every living being in the city.
In the square, the local soldiers who had just gathered the courage to overthrow the Prophet's rule could not even stand before this divine might.
"Ahhh!"
A Werebear Guard Captain let out a beastly roar of agony, his battleaxe clattering to the ground with a "clang."
He felt as if ten thousand kinds of insane thoughts had been stuffed into his brain: the urge to kill, the urge to destroy, the urge to tear everything before him into shreds.
But rising alongside this surge of mad desire was another emotion, an absolute terror originating from the deepest depths of his soul, as if an ant were gazing up at the descending heavens.
The two extreme emotions clashed violently, and the dam of his reason instantly collapsed.
In the end, terror drowned everything.
His legs went weak, and he fell to his knees with a "thud," his body trembling violently like a sieve, his pupils filled with nothing but endless despair.
He was not an isolated case.
In the square, throughout the entire city, all the rebelling soldiers fell to their knees in waves.
They dropped their weapons, clutching their heads and rolling on the ground in agony.
The fire of rebellion that had just been ignited was instantly extinguished by this basin of ice water from the God, leaving not even a wisp of blue smoke.
They once again plunged into the deepest panic of being dominated by the Evil God.
And the anomaly in the sky continued.
The massive spatial rift torn open by the blood-red light was irreversibly expanding.
Behind the rift lay a bottomless, chaotic crimson.
A flawless, colossal hand slowly reached out from within.
Her skin was smoother and more lustrous than the finest warm jade, and her nails were flawless, naturally formed obsidian.
Then, a face.
A face so beautiful that it transcended language, transcended imagination, and even transcended the very concept of "beauty" itself.
This was a female figure, hundreds of meters tall.
Her long hair was a slowly flowing, brilliant Milky Way.
Her eyes were deep, vast purple nebulae.
With a single glance, stars were born and died.
Her very existence was an ultimate charm that made all creation swoon and go mad.
The "Mother of Rebirth."
Her true form, after devouring enough sacrifices, was finally about to cross the world's barrier.
And descend here!
In the square, all the rebelling soldiers gazed up infatuatedly at that divine yet wicked figure in the sky.
On one hand, their souls trembled and cheered at that divine beauty.
On the other, they were crushed by that world-shattering Divine Might, unable to even breathe.
They were plunged into a madness of wanting to worship while being terrified to the extreme.
"Cain... you lunatic! You actually drew this monster here!"
Priestess Elena clenched the gear insignia so hard her knuckles turned stark white.
She looked up at the figure that had once plunged her into despair, but her eyes no longer held fear, only the hatred of someone driven to a desperate corner.
"Do or die!" she snarled through gritted teeth, her voice trembling with rage. "Death would be better than ever becoming Her puppet again!"
Her roar seemed so utterly out of place in the square.
Yet, amidst this apocalyptic landscape that could make even gods tremble, several other voices sounded even more absurd.
"Oh?"
Inside the Commander Mecha she piloted, Lin Qingyue whistled, gazing up with keen interest at the giant beauty in the sky.
Her tone was as casual as if she were critiquing a newly released figurine.
"The last clone wasn't this big. Is it the genuine article this time? Not bad, it finally has a face. The modeling detail is impressive!"
"Sis, this BOSS... she's really got something going for her."
Lin Xiyue's voice crackled over the communication channel, unable to hide its excitement.
"With this size, I feel like I could use my shield to go sledding down her body!"
"A giant target, so skill coverage is no longer an issue," Su Wanqing's voice rang out, cold and utterly devoid of emotion. "The impact area of the amplified spells is now sufficient."
"Is... Is this... a bit too... spectacular?"
Xia Lian's voice held a trace of shyness, not knowing if it was because the BOSS was too beautiful or too large. Her cheeks felt hot.
The last time they faced the Mother of Rebirth, they were a frantic mess.
But now, piloting their Mechas, their mindset was completely different.
This art style, this grandiosity, this overwhelming pressure...
Isn't this just a textbook final boss entrance CG, and a Super UHD Collector's Edition at that!
Lin Qingyue smiled with satisfaction.
Through the Mecha's public communication system, she issued the first and only command she'd given since becoming the acting commander of the Guardian Legion to her already-positioned teammates.
"Everyone, buckle up."
"Get ready."
On the plaza, four steel giants simultaneously lit up with the blue glow representing logic and order.
In this world shrouded in blood, they were so small, yet so resolute.
Lin Qingyue's voice slowly faded into the ears of her three teammates.
"It's time to start..."
"...killing a god!"