No one knew what happened; they just suddenly saw people dying while praying, turning into a pile of rotting flesh before their eyes.

But it was this unknown that made them even more terrified.

They didn't know if they would be the next to suddenly die?

And this fear of not knowing when they would die but feeling like they would die soon was sometimes harder to bear than knowing for certain that they would die the next moment.

"It must be a divine punishment from the gods; the church has already started to act against us. I said at the time not to worship any evil gods. Retribution has come, retribution has come…"

"We will all die, we will all be killed by the adults of the church…"

The villager who had previously questioned the village chief out of panic looked at the rotting flesh on the ground, unable to bear the fear in his heart, and screamed hysterically at the crowd with a look of collapse.

Although he hadn't initially said anything to stop it and was, in fact, one of the first to express support, at this moment, the others were not in the mood to dwell on it.

After hearing that villager's words, the other villagers' ability to think was completely consumed by fear.

No one wanted to die; they had initially only wanted to survive peacefully in this chaotic world, which was why they worshipped the evil god.

Although they only confirmed later that the object of their worship was an evil god, it was too late to say anything now.

They wanted to live, they truly just wanted to live…

Why… why did we encounter such a disaster… why is it so difficult for us to simply live a simple Life…

Fear, regret, anger, resentment…

Complex and chaotic negative emotions continuously washed over the consciousness of everyone present, causing their consciousness to gradually sink into a depraved state.

Corruption sprouted in fear, flesh swelled in anger, and the villagers, whose minds were assaulted by madness, completely failed to notice the changes in themselves.

"Ah…"

"I don't want to die…"

"It was you, you were the one who said to worship the evil god back then…"

The villagers screamed frantically, blaming each other. Some wrestled together to vent the fear in their hearts, their flesh sprouts growing wildly as if they had Life, but they seemed unable to see themselves or even the abnormalities on others.

The clamor echoed in the idol's shrine. The village chief, who could still barely retain some sanity, looked at the abnormalities on himself and the others, his eyes filled with unspeakable fear.

He realized that the chaos could not continue, so he used a strong will to control his mutated body and suppress the villagers in the shrine with the power granted by Liens.

"Quiet!"

Relying on his powerful strength and the prestige accumulated over many years as village chief, he temporarily brought the chaotic situation under control.

Just as he was about to speak and remind everyone to calm down, that they might not necessarily die, and that they could think carefully about how to survive.

Having considerable experience, he knew that even if they worshipped an evil god, the church's clergy might not kill all of them. At least… at least those less affected still had hope of survival.

He should consider those who had hope of survival, and for preserving the flame of Glen Village.

That way, even if most of them died.

At least someone would remember them, remember their Glen Village, and Glen Village would not completely become a line on a document—"A small mountain village that worshipped an evil god due to ignorance."

Unfortunately, before he could speak, another villager turned into a pile of rotting flesh, and it happened to be the villager who had gone mad first.

Fear spread again, Corruption was nourished, and that madness was like the last straw that broke the remaining sanity of everyone.

"Roar!"

Flesh swelled, and one after another, flesh monsters crowded the not-so-large space of the shrine, their blood-red eyes streaming Scarlet blood, as if silently accusing the world of its injustice.

Some monsters, due to wrestling, gradually merged into a new monster.

The Corruption concentration in the shrine reached a new high. The village chief, who could barely control himself, gradually lost his sanity under this concentration of Corruption and became the strongest monster in the shrine.

However, even if they had all turned into flesh monsters, individual ones would still occasionally suddenly turn into a pile of rotting flesh.

Because their 'God' needed their 'devotion'.

Antonio, 'resurrected' again, gazed at Liens in the air, feeling deeply that he was difficult to deal with.

Facing the powerful attack from Liens's sword, he wasn't completely defenseless, but it was hard to say how much room he had to parry.

No way, the numerical gap was too large.

He, who had just awakened from a long slumber, was too weak, and the power he could use was truly limited.

Furthermore, he also saw Liens adapt to the suppression of the Scarlet Domain in a short time. Hmm… it couldn't be called adaptation; it should be more accurately described as 'floating'.

He noticed that Liens had created a special spatial membrane around his body, placing himself between the Scarlet Domain and another spatial dimension.

By existing in this way, both here and not here, he isolated himself from the influence of the Scarlet Domain.

This ability to utilize space, if Liens didn't lack the 'scent' of an acquaintance, he would even suspect if an acquaintance had come to cause him trouble.

More importantly, this guy actually began to affect his connection with his believers, causing a delayed reaction in the believers' 'devotion', directly prolonging his 'resurrection' time.

He strongly suspected that if there wasn't Corruption in his connection with his believers, this guy might have been able to sever it directly.

"This is troublesome, should I run?"

Antonio thought to himself.

Of the thirty-six stratagems, running is the best.

As a God of War, he was naturally not a reckless person; he was very clear about the importance of preserving his forces.

Having awakened with great difficulty, he cherished this opportunity more than anyone. He still wanted to break free from the Corruption , regain his true self, and charge towards the Supreme, so how could he fight to the death here?

"Do you have no other means left?"

Seeing Antonio stop in place, vigilantly watching him instead of rushing over as soon as he resurrected like before, Liens said indifferently.

"Junior, my means are always more than you can imagine."

One might lose the battle, but not the spirit. Although he already had the idea of a strategic retreat, as a God, an existence who once reigned above all spirits, his remaining dignity prevented him from showing weakness to a junior who had not yet reached that level.

"If you have no other means left, then please enjoy the upcoming performance… I hope this move will meet with your approval."

Ignoring Antonio's 'tough talk', Liens continued.

As his words fell, a call from the soul resounded.

"Sword!"

Hearing this, the vigilance in Antonio's heart rose again. Before he could react, a powerful force instantly tore through the Scarlet Domain, allowing the sunlight from outside to shine into this bloody hell.

However, the sun had not yet fully bestowed its wrath upon this Scarlet Land before its view was blocked by thick clouds.

Antonio gazed at the giant sword in the clouds, knowing that if he didn't 'strategically retreat' now, it would be too late…

"Boom!"

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