Chapter 101
Seeing so many monsters in the hall at this moment, Chullier had a strange feeling.
After all, anyone who isn't an ordinary person is a monster, and everyone present seemed to be proving this point through their experiences, actions, and appearances. At the same time, they were all doing their utmost to express their unwillingness to be ordinary.
However, the relationships among the people I'm meeting now are hardly friendly.
In particular, Wuming had fought with Denos and was later captured and tortured by two high-ranking priests, so it could be said that he was more than half responsible.
Although Wuming had already accepted the incident as a thing of the past and had no intention of seeking revenge, seeing the person who had caused his abuse standing right in front of him still made him feel a surge of anger, and he couldn't help but want to rush up and beat him up right then and there.
This guy seemed to recognize me too, and his expression was a bit conflicted.
Another rumbling sound came from outside, and all signs indicated that now was not the time to settle personal scores.
But Chullier still needed to figure out the current situation, as he had almost completely lost control since the beginning. All sorts of chaotic things were happening simultaneously... and at this critical moment, when he was clearly in a state where he couldn't fight. But what he lacked most right now was firepower; if he were in his normal state, things might be much easier.
However, because he absorbed the blood moon's magic, the magic in his entire body is now impure. As a result, even his body has tiny cracks, making him look like a doll on the verge of breaking apart.
The one currently holding that thing back is a guy from the church. Although Chullier dislikes that rigid guy—who actually said he didn't care about the child's feelings at all, which is incomprehensible—he's also a very strong guy. It's hard to say whether Chullier can defeat him now. Unless he finishes refining his magic, he really doesn't know what to do with that priest from the church.
In other words, if Aparie wasn't willing to help him deal with that guy, he would have no choice but to submit to the church. There was no better option.
"You're the one who called me here. What do you want to say?" Yan looked at Qiulier and said, seemingly without any politeness.
"You want to become the Demon King and then rebel against the Church. If I remember correctly, you have such thoughts." Churil remembered why those guys were here.
"Um."
“Then you should know that this kind of thing shouldn’t be discussed at a time like this. Let me deal with the big monster outside first.” Chullier looked at Natara, who was sitting in a chair with a look of astonishment on her face, and asked, “Why do you have that expression?”
"If you weren't dealing with what's outside, how did you command such a massive army of puppets?" Natara asked, immediately realizing the gravity of the situation. "You mean, from just now until now, you haven't been fighting that monster outside?"
"More or less... I guess so," Chullier said after a moment's hesitation. "But I plan to go there soon."
“I urge you to hurry,” Natara said, frowning. “What’s blocking the city walls right now? Don’t tell me it’s all those puppets. They are indeed a bunch of good things, but what we need are units that can stand against them head-on.”
"Although it makes me very uncomfortable to say this, don't worry. The Church has already intervened in this matter, and the guy blocking the way is named Karl, a priest."
"Karl? That guy's here too." Twelve's lips twitched. "He's definitely a very strong guy."
He had recently fought Karl, and as a priest, his youthful physique, enhanced by holy magic, possessed unimaginable power.
The power she was given was a degeneration of Apari, merely the ability to alter the properties of the surrounding matter and then use it for her own purposes.
Furthermore, it cannot be done completely arbitrarily. To give an example, it's like mixing other pigments into the original paint to create a different kind of paint. It's not what you want to create, nor is it the original thing.
Apaly's ability is more like pouring something into a non-existent space and then conjuring up the desired paint from thin air. She can transform anything into the effect she wants.
But there's not much to say. Ultimately, his ability isn't really a demon's ability; it's just something bestowed upon him by this imposter angel. He should be grateful for this bootleg effect.
Even if he was given this ability, coupled with his original proficiency in combat and that magical power, he still wouldn't be able to achieve it.
Even when possessed by the evil spirit, he was only slightly stronger than Karl when he wasn't carrying any equipment or items.
It's a past that truly leaves a psychological scar.
Chullier was unaware of this, and instead, because of the tone of the man's voice, he thought he was being mocked.
However, now is not the time to argue about this matter. He disappeared from the spot, and in just a moment, he was able to reach the top of the city wall.
"Has he run away?" Dedeline asked, hands on her hips and frowning.
“It’s just faster this way,” Denos greeted Natara, who was sitting there. “It seems the plan has run into problems.”
"If the plan had continued to proceed smoothly, the world would certainly not be like this."
“To be honest, I don’t think we’re safe here.” Denos looked at the nameless figure who had appeared beside him at some point and said with a smile, “Long time no see.”
But he didn't reply; he just stared at me coldly. Aside from that, he didn't do anything impolite.
Perhaps this guy is itching to smash his own head right now, but he's just considering whether or not to do it now.
"If you have no hostility towards us, rest assured, we will not harm you." Xie Ying said to the two people standing there, "There's no need to be so hostile and murderous towards us. We are all just rats fleeing under the scythe of death. Since we are alive, we are on the same side."
"It's a very old theory. I remember the guy who came up with this idea was hanged for disrupting morale."
"Oh dear, that guy was instigated by me. I was the one who first came up with this idea." Xie Ying said, looking at Wuming over there and saying, "Good boy, put down the knife."
"I'm not a child," he said softly, then tucked the short knife he had been holding behind his back into his sleeve.
“He doesn’t look very old. We really need to keep this kind of thing safe.” Denos paused for a moment and said, “Look at his eyes, he looks like a wolfhound that’s been provoked.”
"Do you really want to be beaten to death?" Wuming took a deep breath to calm himself down, but his expression was still not good.
Fighting here is not a good choice. As someone with rational judgment, he still felt that this eyesore should not be dealt with now.
There are far too many more important things to do, and it's hard to even know where to begin. Perhaps a leader is needed here; otherwise, forget about utilizing everyone's strength, it would be a good thing if they didn't just fall into internal strife and kill each other.
"Well, perhaps you guys could consider going outside to help deal with that big thing."
Seeing that the atmosphere was tense, Ghost Duke still offered his suggestion: "Dealing with that thing won't be easy; perhaps he'll need your help."
That was a very honest statement, but not many people paid any attention to it.
Although we're all in the city now, we haven't asked them for help. The fighting those things isn't something that can be changed by just adding more people. We can definitely defeat them, and even if we can't, their power can't defy fate.
Perhaps the twelve possessed by the Shadow could be considered a formidable fighting force, but the guy at the front right now is from the Church. The two of them fought not long ago. Last time, Ark intervened and stopped the fight, and this time they might clash again when things are getting complicated.
That would truly be a case of causing more trouble than it's worth.
......
"Oh, that's impressive," Apari said with a light laugh, looking at the guy in front of her.
Her body was pierced by a giant scythe, yet she showed no sign of pain. Or perhaps it was meant to be this way; her body was in a state of frozen time, so being injured naturally caused no pain.
However, that guy wasn't having an easy time right now. He was completely bound by chains, and the scythe had been stuck in his skin and he couldn't pull it out. The chains, made of some unknown material, held him firmly in place, and his eyes were fixed on Apari with completely emotionless stares.
What an annoying pair of eyes, Ark. If you don't find a way to bring this child to her senses, you'll have to find a way to kill her yourself.
As Apali thought this, black spears coalesced around her.
They were strange spears, each with a thruster at the back. Inside, they were filled with a highly explosive substance. As a weapon cleverly combined with Apaly's abilities, these things could deliver a fatal blow upon impact with powerful thrust and explosion.
Moreover, they were mass-produced, and in the blink of an eye, such things had already surrounded the city.
The reason they didn't take action was because of Ark, who had collapsed in the corner.
He didn't faint when he arrived; he was simply manipulating his memories within Lady's consciousness. This was an application of his innate abilities.
Right now, this guy is in Lady's room, staring at Raleigh.
Ark looked at the guy in front of him, hesitating and unsure of what to say.
Is it a ghost? That is certainly a possibility, after all, it seems that Lady tore Raely, who created her, to pieces not long ago, otherwise that scythe wouldn't have materialized.
However, it's also possible that it's a product of Lady's own memories and consciousness, which would be normal, since this is Lady's consciousness space. It can be anything she wants here.
Yak has used this method to infiltrate the consciousness of countless people, but it is truly rare to find such a small place.
It's just a small room, with walls and a door defining the boundaries of the space.
He himself had used this method to understand a person quite often, but when he tried to deduce about this girl in this way, he really felt a little sorry for her.
This was a confined, small space because she subconsciously felt imprisoned. This control was psychological; she had never been free.
Secondly, there aren't even windows. This means this person hasn't even fantasized about the outside world. This is extremely rare, to put it metaphorically, it means this child has accepted the fact that she can't get out, and doesn't let it cause her sadness. She's used to being in this kind of prison and has never longed for the outside world.
And now, the child is looking at him with a very confused expression.
"You should go out now." Leili crossed her arms and looked at Ark, who was walking up to her, with a hint of displeasure.
Ark placed his hand on her head and ruffled it, ignoring Laylie. Then he slowly squatted down until he was lower than Lady, who was sitting on the bed.
Then he pulled her into his arms and rubbed her head with his hands.
To be honest, I really don't know how to help an autistic child get out of here.
I just remember Benny saying that this makes people feel at ease, and I don't know if this method will work for autistic children. I just feel that maybe I should try to make this child a little happier.
After all, she looked so scared; it was hard to tell whether she was afraid of herself or afraid of her leaving.
This is an incredibly small world, but there is another person here. If she is not a soul, then it can only be said that she is so lonely that she fantasizes about someone to keep her company.
"What are you doing?" Riley said unhappily, but did not stop her.
Theoretically, I could use my fists to make this thug understand that his behavior deserves a beating, but inexplicably, I don't feel any hostility towards him. I find it hard to even think of hurting him.
After all, he was someone who could manipulate emotions, making himself appear as a trustworthy and good person in everyone's eyes. This was an ability that could be used for evil, but fortunately, Ark wasn't really a bad person. He simply held Lady in his arms, allowing her some time to understand what had happened in the warmth.
Then he would let her regain control of this body, but the thought made Ark hesitate. Because Lady's body was now unrelated to the demon. With powerful magic and a soul imbued with a demonic mark, she had become a demon just like Lori.
The fact that she was able to protect Lori largely depended on Lori's obedience and docility, but Lady was different. Even though she was out of the church's control in this place, it was tantamount to challenging the church's bottom line of tolerance.
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