In a tall and neat wooden house, Ye Qingcheng sat calmly on the main seat while Li Lanxiang and her daughter stood beside him.
Chen Chen was standing in front of them with a serious look.
The atmosphere was quiet except for the occasional crackling of the nearby campfire.
After Chen Chen explained the situation about the evil god, Ye Qingcheng frowned and muttered to himself. Although he wasn't afraid of the evil god, their abilities were unpredictable, especially the spiritual ones.
Ye Qingcheng realized that they couldn't allow the West District to be controlled by the evil gods as it would hinder the growth of the Dawn Church.
Ye Qingcheng decided to call all the young and middle-aged believers to wipe out the West District in an hour to gain complete control over the camp.
Li Lanxiang and her daughter, as well as Chen Chen, understood the determination behind Ye Qingcheng's words and didn't dare to object.
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Ye Qingcheng steps out of the room to find a large crowd of people waiting for him, including Chen Chen and Li Lanxiang's mother and daughter.
Despite looking frail, these people are filled with energy and devotion towards Ye Qingcheng.
He speaks to them about the evil gods invading and how people are mistreating one another for food, treating women and children as nothing more than objects to be consumed.
His words move the crowd to tears and he rallies them by saying he will lead them to defeat the evil gods and create a prosperous world for all.
The crowd cheers in agreement, even though they're not entirely sure if he can make it happen.
Despite their uncertainty, the people were willing to believe in the Lord of Dawn's words as long as there was hope.
Ye Qingcheng then ordered his followers to take up their weapons and join him in wiping out the western region to unify the camp.
Hundreds of people immediately obeyed and marched towards the west district with their guns and machetes.
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In a small and unremarkable house in the West End, the ground was covered in blood and the air was thick with the stench of it.
The room was dimly lit by a few torches, and in the center of the room was a large, blood-red circle.
Many corpses were piled up within the circle, and their blood had stained the intricate lines of the pattern.
Several figures stood around the circle, all of them wearing black robes that obscured their faces.
One of the figures respectfully reported that the sacrificial rituals were ready to begin, and the leader in the black robe gave the signal to start.
Two crying and struggling children were thrown into the center of the circle, where the leader called upon the supreme evil god and begged for mercy in a shrill voice.
In a small hut, a group of people in black robes were performing a ritual.
They chanted and raised their hands while a bloody pattern on the ground rotated and emitted an eerie aura.
A cloud of black mist formed in the sky, and a tentacle with suckers emerged and went straight for two children in the center of the pattern.
The children's cries abruptly stopped as the tentacle swallowed them.
Afterwards, the tentacle dropped a drop of pitch-black liquid that the black-robed leader eagerly grabbed, shouting in excitement about becoming stronger.
The hood of his robe fell, revealing a frightening face.