837: Chapter 837 The Attack of the Devout Cult

The two newcomers from the Qianshen Cult were dressed exactly like the one fighting Laurende, clad in thick black robes that covered their entire bodies. When they raised their hands, their palms were as pale as someone who had been dead for days, and their bulging veins were pitch black, resembling dark, intricate patterns.

Upon arrival, they did not immediately join the battle against Laurende.

Instead, as they watched the Abyss Monsters being continuously wiped out, the two began to cast spells where they stood, causing waves of black Qi to permeate the air.

Black sludge surged from the surrounding ground, and clumps of it rapidly spread across the area.

The Abyss Monsters seemed to receive a buff; each one grew larger and their strength increased significantly.

Furthermore, the sludge quickly birthed new creatures or repaired the damage sustained by the Abyss Monsters. In other words, it was replenishing the Abyssal power they had lost through attrition.

After completing this step, the two members of the Qianshen Cult continued their work, and two ink-black rifts suddenly tore open in the air.

Countless tentacles and masses of sludge vied to gush out from within.

It was as if they were forcibly squeezing through; several tentacles were crushed into a pulp as they emerged, hitting The Ground with a wet thud, only to quickly reform.

"Damn it! We have to stop them!" Gis shouted, charging forward first.

Augmented by the wind element, his speed was staggering. Flames swirled around his sword as he swung it violently, unleashing a natural arc of fire.

"Caesar! Use Fire and Lightning! These two elements have a special attack bonus against these disgusting things!" Gis's voice rang out.

The surrounding Professionals also sprang into action.

The weaker ones dedicated themselves to teamwork, focusing on eliminating the Abyss Monsters together.

The stronger ones filled in the gaps, reinforcing wherever help was needed.

Meanwhile, they provided flanking support to harass the Qianshen Cult's believers.

The three believers of the Qianshen Cult each possessed at least Master Rank combat power.

Laurende dealt with one. After the two newcomers summoned the rifts, one of them charged toward Gis.

"Bring it!" Gis's gaze sharpened as he faced off against the Master Rank believer with his status as a top-tier Magic Swordsman.

Boom! Boom!

A fierce battle broke out between the two sides. In just a few exchanges, Gis was surprisingly fighting on equal footing with his opponent.

However, it was visibly clear that Gis's brow was furrowed; he was obviously at a slight disadvantage.

But Cologne and Rhys, two familiar faces and retainers of the Black Gold Chamber of Commerce, both top-tier Swordsmen, immediately stepped forward to help.

However, Swordsmen struggled more in battles against the Abyss because they lacked elemental power and special attack bonuses. Relying solely on swordsmanship and pure magic power against Abyssal power meant the output was greater than the gain.

It might take two or three portions of magic power just to offset one portion of Abyssal power.

Nevertheless, the addition of two top-tier Swordsmen significantly reduced the pressure on Gis.

The other believer of the Qianshen Cult immediately launched an attack on the Professionals. He only needed to break these teams; they would fall into chaos, suffer casualties, and then the situation would snowball in his favor.

This city would be taken.

"Sorry, this path is closed." Caesar's figure flashed as he blocked the path of this cult believer.

The latter said nothing. It simply raised its hand, and dozens of tentacles as thick as a baby's arm shot out from beneath its black robe toward Caesar.

To be honest, Caesar really felt these things were a bit of a drain on his Sanity.

Even for a warrior like him, who was battle-hardened and had faced invasions from Hell and other worlds.

The monsters and demons of Hell were either hideous, "ugly," or had a rugged style, but their basic tone was primarily "violent" and evil. Upon closer inspection, they were actually quite cool—the kind of cool that clearly marked them as a villain or an evil force.

How could they compare to the Abyss Monsters of this world? Those were purely disgusting.

If the Abyss of this world were thrown into the Hell of his world, Hell would probably try to wipe out the Abyss first.

Caesar even considered a "Fool's Flash of Inspiration."

If he could throw the Abyss of this world into his own world, wouldn't that let Hell fight the Abyss?

Maybe they could even achieve the handshake of the century, with humanity and Hell forming an alliance to collectively take down this damn Abyss.

Of course, Caesar was just thinking; it was impossible to actually do.

BOOM!!!

Flames erupted, and the tentacles fired by the believer were all obliterated.

Caesar's brow suddenly furrowed. He found that he actually felt a slight sense of resistance!

The tentacles were actually able to withstand the flames for 0.05 seconds!

It was a very, very short time, but Caesar noticed it.

How should he describe this feeling?

It was like treating the flames as multi-stage continuous damage.

Other things would evaporate immediately upon the first tick of damage.

But these tentacles triggered a momentary 'Death Resistance' on the first tick, essentially blocking it, and only then did the second tick take effect.

Even if there were 1,000 ticks of damage every second from the continuous flames, Caesar could detect this tiny difference.

That was why he felt a 'sense of resistance.'

Caesar's performance left the believer momentarily stunned.

It felt surprised, but it also felt rage.

They had planned for a long time and observed for a long time.

But Caesar was an anomaly. Caesar's arrival—a top-tier Magic Swordsman!

Another high-end combatant had caused a slight hitch in their previous plans and lowered their success rate.

So they couldn't wait any longer; they accelerated their progress until everything fully erupted today!

As for why they needed to plan... over the years, they had tried direct frontal assaults many times, but facts proved that such reckless moves were difficult to break through human defenses, especially since their reinforcements arrived very quickly!

Therefore, they had to settle things quickly; they absolutely could not afford a war of attrition or a long-term campaign.

Secondly, because they had charged in too many times, humans had already developed multiple sets of effective defensive counter-attack capabilities. Their "infiltration" had also become increasingly difficult; even a hint—or less than a hint—of their presence upon entering a city had a high probability of being detected.

That was how the current situation had come to be.

In addition, having charged too much before, they had also lost some Origin Qi. Their hibernation was for recovery, but it was also to make humans lower their guard.

Life springs from sorrow and calamity, while death comes from ease and pleasure.

They didn't know the proverb, but they understood the principle.

This plan was supposed to be a grand feat to signal their "return"!

However, things had started poorly, and now they were in a stalemate!

And a stalemate meant failure!

Because they knew that human reinforcements would arrive very soon.

Maybe in an hour, maybe in two.

So, they had to finish this quickly!

The believer stopped holding back. The black robe on its body swelled up and then began to crack, finally exploding with a bang.

A giant three meters tall appeared.

It had no skin; its muscles, tendons, and everything else were exposed, looking quite revolting.

Tumors grew on its body, two twisted arms sprouted from its back, a mouth sat on its abdomen, and a single eye was embedded in its chest.