Floating Fortress—Anvil No. 9, inside the observation cabin.
Observer Martina's pupils suddenly contracted.
She saw the bodies of the Ratmen ignited by sulfur incendiaries, twisting in eerie postures, the rotting flesh seemingly alive, slithering across the ground.
Her fingers had just touched the alarm crystal when, in an instant, the entire wasteland suddenly erupted with countless pustules, numbering in the thousands.
"What the hell is that? It's unlike ordinary plagues, could it be another combination of some evil forces?"
Martina was startled at heart.
These damn Evil Gods, after all, couldn't tolerate the swift advance of the United Army.
Even knowing they can't gain much benefit, they still spare no expense in pouring in power to obstruct.
Then, each tumor split into Abyssal mouths filled with sharp fangs, from which demons carried by sulfur storms spewed forth.
"That's a damn Gate of Abyss! Damn Blood God!"
Someone shouted in shock.
