Chapter 418 The Disappearing Corpse
Snowfall Cult Headquarters.
Natasha stood in the freezing wind and snow, leading a group of followers as they waited for the warriors to return.
Her white holy robe covered her from head to toe. Her face might've looked soft, but her eyes were steel.
This battle wagered the future of the Snowfall Cult!
Teaming up with Steven to crush the other forces was their shot at carving out a future. But even if Steven couldn't hold off the coalition, they'd still gain some small benefits.
Whether they made a small profit or achieved a great victory was very important to them.
Through the howling snow, the returning figures finally came into view.
Neil was back, but only half the warriors had made it.
Seeing their ranks cut down, the followers couldn't help but feel a knot of worry tighten in their chests.
This didn't exactly look like "victory."
But as Neil approached, everyone had proud smiles on their faces.
Neil gave a respectful nod to Natasha. "Ms. Carter, with the Snow God's blessing, we've pulled off a win! Silverlake and Emberwick Bases got wrecked—they're in no shape to mess with the Snowfall Cult anymore!"
Upon hearing this, the crowd erupted in excited cheers.
Many had tears in their eyes and hugged each other in excitement.
The Snowfall Cult had finally won a battle; this was a historic moment!
A glimmer of light appeared in Natasha's eyes.
She stepped forward to help Neil up, "You've worked hard, Neil! The gods will not forget your deeds."
Neil looked up at her and said solemnly, "But we also lost many devout followers."
Natasha's lips curved into a gentle smile.
She held her hands to her chest, like a mother embracing her child, and said, "They haven't left; they have returned here. I can feel their presence!"
Neil quickly said, "May every deceased be with the Snow God!"
A glimmer of dark light flashed in Natasha's eyes, like an undercurrent.
"Nothing can stop us now!" she shouted, her voice sharp and commanding. "I want the Snow God's light to cover every inch of Starlight City! Then the whole country, the entire world! Let the Snow God reign supreme, and the Snowfall Cult's legacy never die!"
All the followers pressed their right hands to their chests, gazing skyward. "The Snowfall Cult's glory lasts forever!"
The look of faith in their eyes, like sunlight, seemed to dispel the cold of the apocalypse.
And they were going to spread their faith across the land.
After the Battle of the Five Armies, the power structure of Starlight City underwent a significant change.
Silverlake Base and Emberwick Base were severely damaged by the betrayal of the Snowfall Cult and Frostwood Base!
Fortunately, their main bases still retained half of their strength and foundational resources.
This prevented their destruction but required a lot of time to recover their vitality.
The most critical point was healing and retraining a batch of elite warriors.
The loss of a large number of Psychics was their most severe pain.
Ordinary warriors could be replaced, but the appearance of Psychics was a matter of luck.
So they had to shrink their sphere of influence.
All forces were concentrated in the main base; they couldn't even fully control their own territory, let alone expand outward.
In this situation, more and more of their slaves began to escape.
The Snowfall Cult's propaganda was very effective.
In the form of religion, it gave those struggling to survive in the apocalypse a fantasy.
They would willingly embrace the Snowfall Cult.
However, Neil was not foolish.
He didn't dare to recruit people from Frostwood Base and Steven's territory.
Instead, he first spread the word in the territories of Silverlake Base and Emberwick Base.
The power structure of Starlight City was temporarily like this.
Steven's battle earned them respect, and no one dared to underestimate them anymore.
This also brought a period of peace to the shelter.
After some time of recuperation, everyone was in pretty good shape.
Several frontline fighters were more or less injured, but now they were fine.
Even Lily, who was bandaged, could move around normally.
Everyone could feel that Lily had changed since the battle.
Her indecisiveness was gone, replaced by a calm indifference.
She spoke little but had a sense of seeing through life.
Steven was not unfamiliar with this.
He was the same way after his rebirth.
People grow quickly after experiencing great joy and sorrow.
After the battle, all the villas around the shelter were destroyed by artillery fire.
Steven formally invited Henry, Emilia, and Earl to live in his shelter.
Having gone through many life-and-death battles, they had built a certain level of trust.
They shared each other's fate.
Moreover, no one could guarantee that war wouldn't break out again, so it was safer for them to live in the shelter.
Emilia was undoubtedly the happiest.
Even though she was in her forties and still rocked a youthful style, she was like any other woman her age—she thrived in the hustle and bustle, always needing something to do.
Now that they all lived together, she got to cook with Nora every day and round up a few of the ladies for some fun.
The living room was always noisy, but it felt comfortable.
The shelter was filled with a warm and pleasant atmosphere.
Steven, Earl, and Henry played video games together when they had nothing to do.
The shelter had ample energy, and the gloomy sky outside didn't affect them.
The rooms were always brightly lit.
When they were hungry, they could enjoy fresh food from the space.
When they were thirsty, the temperature-controlled wine cabinet had fine red wine, authentic stout, and Elinor's hand-ground civet coffee.
Rather than surviving the apocalypse, it was more like they were on vacation.
Outside was a world full of suffering, but inside was a peaceful and harmonious paradise.
Everyone enjoyed the hard-won happiness but also became a bit lazy.
They were too lazy to clean up the half-destroyed snow defenses outside.
They were too lazy to deal with the numerous corpses left from the battle.
What was the rush?
The strongest forces in Starlight City had been driven away; who would dare to attack?
A few days later, Steven, dressed in his blue silk PJs and slippers, wandered over to the window to check out the snowfall.
Then he noticed something off.
The world outside was buried under a thick blanket of snow, with flakes still tumbling down—sometimes a flurry, sometimes a sprinkle.
"What's missing? It's too… clean?" Steven frowned, racking his brain, and then it hit him.
The bodies!
Where did all the bodies go?
The Battle of the Five Armies left thousands of bodies, but now not a single one was in sight!
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