Chapter 623 "Sacrifice"
The entire "parking lot" was instantly engulfed by explosions and howls. Smoke filled the air and flames rose. The scorching smell of particle weapons burning the air and the acrid smell of burning flesh mingled with the seeping snow and fog.
The battle was extremely fierce from the very beginning, and neither side had any reason to hold back.
The two Hermit soldiers hit by the blood needles were quickly eliminated by the surrounding group of soldiers who had reacted. This unit, led by the priest himself, was clearly the Hermit's elite force. Although they were initially startled by the terrible situation, they almost instantly realized the possible reason why their comrades had suddenly "gone out of control." While quickly looking for cover, they began to unleash bullets and particle beams in Yu Sheng's direction.
At the same time, a white-robed priest hiding behind a soldier suddenly raised his hand towards the center of the battlefield, pointing at the blood grenade that was constantly releasing red mist. At first, he summoned a gust of wind, but found that the wind could not disperse the seemingly thin blood mist. So he then summoned a large-scale barrier to block the blood mist outside the battle line.
The blood mist continued to erode the shield, emitting a hissing sound like strong acid corroding steel.
The next second, two more fox tails, spewing long flames, suddenly tore through the air and slammed into the energy barrier—the explosion caused by the fox-carrot missile shook the entire underground garage, foxfire shot into the sky, making the barrier teeter on the brink of collapse, and shattered it when the next missile arrived.
The white-robed priest let out a gasp of surprise. He probably never imagined in his life that his shield would be blown to smithereens by a fox's tail. Amidst the intense dizziness and pain caused by the psionic backlash, he desperately tried to recast his shield while his eyes widened in disbelief. He saw a tall bronze knight suddenly split in two in mid-air. The sturdy charged armor was sliced open as if it were made of paper, and he could only catch a fleeting afterimage in the corner of his eye.
The next second, the afterimage suddenly stopped on the battlefield, as if deliberately stopping so that the hermit priests on the other side could see clearly that Luna slowly raised one hand in the smoke, the sharp fingertip blade reflecting the glow of the ghostly blue foxfire.
The raging foxfire spread and rose behind her, like an angry and flamboyant cloak. A thin, blood-red mist surrounded her, while the "living blood," which was extremely dangerous to her enemies, was constantly strengthening and repairing her body.
"...It's an out-of-control heretical machine!" A Secret Order soldier seemed to finally recognize something, pointing in Luna's direction and exclaiming, "The one mentioned in the report!"
Before he could finish speaking, a small figure suddenly pierced through the smoke and mist of the battlefield. Its speed was incredible, and its small size, combined with the foxfire spreading across the ground, made it difficult to discern what it was. He only saw a blur before two bronze knights fell in front of the lines, and then the small figure charged towards him with a leaping slash—
It's a short, ugly-looking doll holding a round, dark thing with a handle.
"What the hell is this...?"
The church soldier only had time to utter a short cry of alarm over the communicator before he felt a sharp pain in his knee. The power armor's energy shield and armor layer were instantly shattered, and he was sent flying through the air, unconscious without a sound.
His comrade next to him could see clearly that it was a frying pan.
"Quick, stop this thing!"
A barrage of particle beams rained down on Eileen, but the little doll's body dodged a series of sharp angles during the charge. Golden threads guided her as she darted about among a group of church soldiers. Several times, she even used a frying pan to deflect the unavoidable barrage of bullets. Then, she rolled past a brass knight charging at her, aimed at the nearest soldier, and leaped up to smash the pan into his knee.
The little doll rampaged across the battlefield, using the smoke as cover (and her 66.6-centimeter height) to leap into the enemy lines. Like a mad cat, she darted around under the feet of a bunch of bronze knights and church soldiers, and would suddenly deliver a jumping slash when no one was looking—she wasn't quite used to it when she last encountered the bronze knights, but now she could jump up and slap the knees of people of all heights with considerable skill.
The brass knights would immediately fall down after being hit by her frying pan, as if their souls had been "dispelled" and they would stop functioning. While the human church soldiers would not die immediately, they would be seriously injured on the spot. The joints of the power armor are inherently fragile structures, and the pan would cause real damage with every critical hit. Hitting someone's knee would be incredibly painful!
In just a short while, chaos erupted wherever the little doll went. The wreckage of the brass knight blocked the church soldiers' retreat, soldiers with broken legs cried out in pain, or simply fainted. And Eileen didn't even chase after them—she only focused on smashing the enemy's knees or hitting their toes with a frying pan. Her main strategy was to turn and run as soon as she hit them; even rabbits were her grandsons.
"Hahaha, come and hit me! You bunch of idiots can't even touch the hem of my skirt!"
The little doll dodged a barrage of angry shots by crawling between her legs and rolling around, and even had time to shout arrogantly in the middle of it. But just then, a bad premonition suddenly exploded in her heart.
Eileen felt a jolt run through her body, and the surroundings were filled with turbulent and restless energy. She subconsciously turned and ran towards Yu Sheng, but as soon as she reached the middle of the battlefield, she felt as if her limbs were bound by something and she could not move. Even her hair stood on end – her originally smooth blonde hair stood on end like a golden feather duster.
"What……"
She turned her head in astonishment in a certain direction and saw the hermit priest in a white robe with gold patterns opening his arms in her direction—the priest was furious, his white robes fluttering in the energy surge, his body visibly growing taller, his muscles bulging, his skin glowing with a faint golden light reminiscent of holiness, even his face gradually resembling a classical marble statue symbolizing gods and heroes, while a circle of phantom thorns flashing with golden lightning floated above his head, like a sacred crown.
"Listen to the signs of the sacred realm!"
The priest roared angrily.
Eileen only had time to let out a scream before her vision was enveloped by a blinding flash of lightning. She instinctively raised her frying pan above her head to block the light, and felt herself being blasted into the air, then breaking into many pieces and falling to various parts of the parking lot.
A ball of lightning erupted from the center of the underground parking lot. The thunder transformed into layers of energized storms that continued to push outwards, impacting the entire space with an almost all-encompassing force. Yu Sheng saw Eileen fly out in pieces, and then the fox tails that Hu Li had just launched were also detonated in mid-air by the lightning storm.
Luna rushed in front of him and forcefully tore apart a lightning storm that was coming towards her with her fingertips, but the second and third layers of lightning immediately blasted her away as well.
Yu Sheng was also blasted away—in the face of this thunderstorm that swept across the entire space, he had nowhere to hide.
The smell of blood filled the air. He crashed into a pillar, unaware of the new wounds he had sustained. He felt his heart stop beating for a moment, but then, in a moment of carelessness, he forgot about death, and his heart started pounding again. After a while, his heart seemed to realize something was wrong, and it stopped again.
Yu Sheng leaned against the pillar, grimacing as he watched his blood flow freely.
A golden ball rolled over from the side and came to a stop beside his hand.
That was Eileen's little head—the little doll tilted her head back, her blonde hair standing on end, her face dark, except for her clear eyes. Her mouth opened, revealing a set of tiny white teeth that even gleamed against her dark face: "Is this appropriate? Is this appropriate? Is this appropriate…?"
Heavy footsteps came from afar once again. Yu Sheng struggled to lift his head and saw another group of bronze knights pass through the crack at the end of the parking lot and arrive on the battlefield.
The hermit soldiers were carrying the bodies of the fallen and the severely wounded, whose legs had been broken by Eileen, into the crevice, while the priest with a halo of thorns floating above his head was calming his psychic surges, simultaneously ordering the remaining soldiers to deal with the enormous nine-tailed fox on the other side of the parking lot—
The instant the lightning storm erupted, Hu Li transformed into her nine-tailed form, relying on her powerful fox physique to directly withstand the lightning. Now, her body was filled with electricity, and she summoned another batch of fox cannons, using foxfire barrages to barely suppress the Hermitage cultists on the other side.
"Quickly, summon the mass-produced dolls," Yu Sheng turned his head and looked at the doll's head next to him, "while the leader on the other side is still spinning his CD."
At this moment, he was even a little relieved that Eileen hadn't rushed to summon the mass-produced dolls to the battlefield. Otherwise, the chain lightning storm would have shattered a large number of the fragile mass-produced machines. Although they were all mass-produced, the instantaneous destruction of a large number of them would have had a significant impact on Eileen.
However, Eileen did not respond.
The little doll's head was still lying on the ground, and for some reason, its expression looked a little dazed.
The blood flowing beside Yu Sheng stained her hair and then her dark face. Half of Eileen's face was slowly submerged in blood. She heard Yu Sheng's words, but seemed too dull to understand their meaning. She simply slowly raised her eyelids, opened her mouth several times, and made soft murmurs:
"...festival..."
Yu Sheng, who was in excruciating pain, nearly choked upon hearing this: "I was about to mail it, did I need you to remind me? My heart has been stopped for several minutes..."
The little doll's mouth was still opening and closing: "Offering..."
Yu Sheng: "...Hmm?"
He saw the tiny doll's head slowly sinking into the pool of blood, as if melting into it.
When she was halfway through the "immersion," a smile slowly appeared on Eileen's face, a smile that was almost sacred.
"Sacrifice".
(End of this chapter)
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