Chapter 57 Villain
The painful roar resounded through the night sky, stirring up the gray fog not far away.
Nick's powerful strength caused the monster to stagger and retreat more than three meters.
"Crack", Crown caught a slight and tiny sound, and then he saw the monster's fangs fly out in two pieces.
The iron ball smashed several cracks on the monster's head, half of its face was covered in blood, and one of its eyes was missing.
Dark red spots of light flashed in the gray fog. In the blink of an eye, streaks of blood fell like rain, attacking the people and monsters in the battle.
The sudden attack interrupted the attack rhythm of the priest and the demon hunter, preventing them from finishing off the monster.
The priest raised his tower shield in front of him, and Geralt dodged behind him.
The blood fell on the tower shield with a "sizzling" sound, corroding pits on the shield.
The monster took this opportunity to flee towards the gray fog, and finally turned around and stopped at the edge of the gray fog.
It opened its mouth and made a sucking motion. Crown felt a cold wind blowing behind him, and his whole body went cold.
He vaguely saw transparent shadows flying by and then disappearing into the monster's mouth.
Among the shadows, there are human shapes, and many are in the shape of wild beasts.
The monster's eyes stared at the two people in front with resentment, then turned and disappeared into the gray fog.
"*#&*@"
A language that Klauen couldn't understand came from the gray fog, and then the sound of chaotic footsteps gradually faded away.
He stepped forward: "Monsters are controlled by people?"
Nick's face was ashen, as if water could drip out of it. "They are a group of cultists who believe in the Old Ones. If I'm not mistaken, they were responsible for the tragedy in Zarudo Village. These people want to slowly consume us."
"Father, the monster just now was not a normal creature, right?" The demon hunter's voice was a little hoarse.
After a few seconds of silence, Nick replied, "It is the product of forbidden flesh and blood alchemy."
"Hiss," Geralt took a breath, "Are those pagans crazy? The monster created by flesh alchemy will one day break free from the control of its master. God knows what kind of evil creature it will create. That monster can already devour vengeful spirits. Is the church going to let the evil creature grow and do nothing?"
"Those who believe in the Starry Sky Demon are a group of lunatics with dark hearts," the priest explained.
"The church has its own difficulties. The coming of the gray fog has disrupted our rhythm. Otherwise, we would have been surrounding and suppressing that evil creature."
He turned around and looked at the blood-stained square: "We still need to clean up the mess, do you want to help?"
Geralt shook his head. "A demon hunter is a warrior who kills demons, not a priest of the Cult of Life who saves the dying and the wounded. I will take care of the calculation of the hire money, and I am not responsible for anything else."
. . . .
In the square, all the uninjured people were mobilized to clean up the broken limbs and arms on the ground. Sounds of crying and vomiting could be heard from time to time.
The injured were gathered at the church's training ground for treatment.
Nick stood at the edge of the field and shouted, "Those with minor injuries from monster bites should drink a bottle of No. 3 holy water; those with more serious injuries should drink a bottle of No. 2 holy water."
He tilted his head and lowered his voice: "If ordinary people begin to mutate, it means they can't be saved, so they will be dealt with on the spot. You are here to supervise, is that okay?"
"Understood," Crown nodded.
He knew that the priest had to maintain his own glorious image, and there were some things he could not do personally, such as dealing with believers on the spot.
The other party is implying that he is a dirty glove.
He didn't need to maintain a bright and noble image and promised everything. It was just right that he could do a little experiment.
The priest looked into his assistant's eyes, making sure that he understood the implication of his words, and nodded with satisfaction.
He patted the other person on the shoulder and said, "Do a good job. It's good that you don't have the ridiculous sense of justice that I had."
Clown tilted his head and looked at the priest's back as he left, wondering if he had any immature past.
. . . .
In the past, if holy water was a high-level medical resource used to treat illnesses and injuries, now it is a strategic resource and unnecessary waste must be reduced.
Crown began to perform her duties, assisting the nuns in administering holy water to the wounded.
A middle-aged man with thinning hair had his shoulder bitten by a wild beast, leaving a bloody mess with green mucus oozing out.
The middle-aged man was in very bad condition, with bloodshot eyes.
Avina poured some holy water on his wound, a puff of black smoke came out, and his skin made a sizzling sound.
Perhaps it was too painful and coupled with the influence of an unknown force, the man suddenly knocked the nun to the ground.
"Ah" Evelynna lost her balance and screamed, her head raised to the sky, her hands grabbing to both sides randomly, and most of the holy water spilled out.
Seeing that the nun was about to fall, Crown took a step forward, turned around to get out of the way of the fat woman, and hugged her from behind when she was about to fall to the ground.
"It feels good." After feeling the touch in his hand, he lifted it up.
At this moment, blood-red tears flowed from the middle-aged man's eyes.
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"Ah", a low roar came out from his mouth, sounding like pain and madness.
"Pop", one of the man's eyeballs exploded like a blooming flower, and a cluster of green tentacles jumped out of it.
Then, vine-like patterns began to grow on his exposed skin, and his blood vessels were exposed like a twisted centipede.
His bones creaked and his body expanded at a visible rate.
The man raised his head suddenly and opened his mouth to roar.
He had just opened his mouth and hadn't even raised his voice when a black gun barrel was stuffed into his mouth.
With the muzzle of the gun pointing upwards, Crown pulled the trigger without any hesitation.
"Bang!"
With a dull thud, the bullet shot out from the top of his head, causing a hole the size of a ping-pong ball.
The training ground, which had been noisy just now, suddenly became silent.
"You, you killed someone, he killed old Jerry," shouted a voice distorted by fear.
Pushing the still twitching body aside as if nothing had happened, Crown turned back to the nun and said, "Wash the blood with holy water."
The crowd exploded with accusations.
“Why doesn’t the church save people but kill them instead?”
"He must pay with his life."
"Bang!" Crown fired a shot into the air.
The voices of the crowd were suppressed again. Clown said in a cold tone: "Take a good look at this Jerry. He doesn't have any human features at all now."
"If you had the courage to fight, there wouldn't be so many people dying outside. You are afraid of wild animals, but am I not as good as those with four legs?"
He cocked the revolver and blew into the muzzle: "I will save anyone I can. Those who have mutated into monsters are no longer the people you know. Kill them without mercy."
He looked around and found no one dared to look him in the eye.
Clown felt like a villain at the moment. No one dared to say a word under his might.
"Ding-ling-ling"
A crisp ring tone was heard.
(End of this chapter)