Chapter 150
It's definitely blown up, and it looks like someone has died.
I feel a bit guilty, but in return, there's a tiny chance of eliminating the demonic species that poses a huge danger to human civilization.
The infrastructure damage that a city would need to rebuild over thirty years, plus about five years of economic recession, plus hundreds of deaths and thousands of injuries.
Let's take a different approach and consider the extremely low kill rate of Demon God species.
How to calculate...
They've all made a killing!
Thinking this way, Fei managed to ease the self-blame in his heart a little.
Even after being beaten and stuck so many times, and finding it difficult to even revert to human form, I still feel a little guilty. After all, it really goes against the psychological characteristics of my unique being as a "human".
Even though I understand everything, it still hurts. After all, even with such a monster, I was once a "human," a complete "human." So it's normal to feel this sense of guilt.
However, we shouldn't dwell on this; instead, we should look for our own clones.
The principle of replication is roughly that you have 9.9 million lives, and if you split off 3 million lives, you can create a completely independent individual.
It is indeed a troublesome thing that I cannot control myself in another world, but if I remember correctly, that space is set up nearby.
Fei thought to himself, keeping an eye on the ruins around him.
The place has been completely ruined by my own recklessness, and now the door is actually harder to find.
This is a bit troublesome. I don't care about my own clones, but a stable and convenient space is very precious, and it would be a real pity not to retrieve them.
If you put the stock price on a scale, you have to find that thing yourself. Damage doesn't matter, since the space is preserved and the stored things can be repaired no matter what.
A sudden gust of wind pressure struck, but in an instant, his two broken hands each grasped a steel blade.
“I did feel something was off from the beginning. There’s a demon king hiding in this city.” Fei threw the two blades on the ground. “If you’re a demon king, don’t use such inferior weapons. Show me your true skills. Even if I’m not a saint, I’m still a disciple of a saint. Compared to the high-ranking clergy, I still consider myself superior.”
"There isn't such a classification."
"It's just my own vanity, nothing to worry about." As Fei spoke, the head behind him slowly opened, and the exposed spine resembled a giant, unfolding bone wing: "But even so, you're not much better."
In front of him, there was only a narrow slit.
Come to think of it, that last sentence must have come from the crack in the wall.
The sound was so eerie it didn't belong to this world; it was thin and sharp, like an organ played with wire.
After the two monsters faced off for about half a minute, the narrow crack in the space slowly closed.
"Are they gone?" Fei sighed, and the bone wings behind him retracted.
That makes sense, though. It's in the dark while I'm in the light, giving it a chance to secretly cut off parts of itself.
But since he could die six million times over, he was curious about what the creature's plans were for him.
Thinking of this, he stopped in his tracks.
Oh, the target is the Honorable One, huh? That's a bit troublesome. She does seem to have a fatal weakness, and that guy is trying to find a way to deal with her.
Find and reclaim the "confinement cell," and you'll receive one-third of your own as a bonus.
Protect the saints.
If we weigh these two points on a scale...
"What a troublemaker." Fei chuckled slightly before turning and leaving in a completely different direction. "But there's nothing I can do about it."
......
"I have something to ask you." The paladin stood before the high priest, looking at the humanoid figure that was beginning to turn sticky.
The high priest opened his eyes, and his previously damaged eyes had now regained their clarity, just like those of an ordinary person.
Not just here, but all the muscles in my body started to rotate and then quickly recovered.
While it was good that the guy was still alive, it was still a bit disgusting that he could heal so quickly even in this state. The paladin thought to himself, then took a step back to give the guy enough space to recover.
"You've been a great help." The high priest lay there, looking at the paladin who was standing there pointing his greatsword at him.
"Don't thank me yet. I plan to kill you after you finish speaking." The paladin's voice was slightly tired, but firm as iron: "You've filled up so many quests for me, and I'm feeling really bad right now."
“Then don’t speak in such an emotionless voice. You can accuse me in a much angrier tone.” The high priest’s voice sounded even more weary.
After all, the situation has now exceeded the city's ability to manage it, and the control here should now be handed over to someone in a higher position.
The most troublesome thing to deal with now is the wrap-up, but those in charge are not dealing with things related to population, food, housing, and the subsequent defense.
They were just thinking about how to keep causing trouble. This whole thing started suddenly and ended just as abruptly. It was completely illogical. It's really hard to believe that those powerful guys could actually calm down like this.
Therefore, we must consider preventing this situation from escalating further, such as subsequent plagues, collapsed buildings, or even monster attacks during the city's destruction. Defense, treatment, and subsequent stability are all crucial.
This is all part of my job.
It's really a headache to think about, and what's even more important is that the guy in front of me has no intention of revealing the truth.
“Give me a chance and I’ll tell you everything, but before that, help me up. There are still some things to do.” The high priest said, trying to get up. “Also, you’re injured. What were you doing just now?”
"I was beaten by a demon." The paladin paused. "Although it was very difficult, I still won."
"This city is not peaceful now, not peaceful at all. So many demons, saints, and even a demon king have appeared." The high priest paused. "Although I am a sinner and someone will take me away, I still offer you my advice as the administrator. First, gather all the manpower we can mobilize to protect the children, healthy adults with special skills, and women of childbearing age."
"What about the rest?" the paladin asked in a cold voice after listening silently.
"Please entrust them to the mercenaries and sorcerers for protection. They are abandoned people; every one of them who survives is a bonus." The high priest coughed up blood. "The safe zone cannot be touched for the time being. It's harvest time, and this is crucial. I've issued a strict order: no one is allowed to enter or leave except for those in charge of planting and you!"
He was vomiting blood while shouting, and even though his body had just recovered, the slightest movement would cause his entire body to collapse.
“You’re about to break down. It’s a tough order, but I’m giving you this command: survive.” He turned to leave. “Figure it out yourself. I have important things to do.”
As he said this, he picked up the black nail from the ground and hesitated for a moment.
"This must be the power of a demon." The paladin held the black nail in his hand, watching his armor crumble as it came into contact with it, only discarding it before it touched his fingers.
"Perhaps." The high priest slowly closed his eyes. "I need to sleep for a while and rest."
"That's for the best, that way they won't cause me any trouble." The paladin had only taken two steps when he suddenly stopped, slowly turned around and looked at the person hiding in the shadows: "Hey, what are you doing chasing after me? I have no interest in defeating someone who has already lost."
“But I’m interested in revenge.” The man standing there held a huge scythe in his hand, his body covered in potentially fatal wounds, but no blood was flowing from him; his body was simply marked by signs of destruction.
That was Lady. After a brief encounter with the enemy, the enemy transformed into a paladin and was defeated.
It's infuriating! The thought that paladins and priests are just ordinary high-ranking clergy makes me feel so pathetic. If I were to be completely defeated by this guy, wouldn't that mean I've never been able to defeat Karl? Then all my previous provocations would have been a joke.
It's truly incomprehensible.
Lady held the long scythe horizontally in her hand, and the wounds all over her body were being forcibly healed in the most violent way.
“This is pointless. If you have energy to burn, could you help protect the unarmed? In return, I will reward you.” The paladin didn’t even look at him directly: “I don’t have the extra energy to deal with you. If it’s just about winning or losing, there’s no need to fight. You win.”
Then there was an acceleration, and where there used to be the tin man, only a footprint remained.
Lady looked at the footprints there, then collapsed to her knees, panting heavily.
He was truly powerless; tears mixed with blood made through alchemy dripped down his cheeks and onto the ground.
A total of twenty-six clones were killed just now, leaving only four of the original thirty clones.
Even with all their abilities and trump cards exposed, they were still left with no chance to retaliate by that disgusting thing.
Haha, how pathetic that my potential as a puppet is so limited.
Even after imbuing himself with the so-called demonic mark and becoming a demon, he still couldn't defeat the priest.
The feeling of frustration left Lady feeling a bit tired, and she had been feeling that way for a while now.
He had been trying to provoke Lori so that he could get Karl to fight him. That way, he could prove that he was stronger than the priest.
Therefore, upon learning that Lori had been attacked, their first reaction was that someone from the church had arrived.
So, in any case, as long as she can defeat the guy who wants to take her away, she can prove that she is stronger than the priest.
I really don't want to keep recalling those ten minutes.
After all, she had put in the effort of fighting a demon that seemed to come from hell, and she really didn't want to say anything like "let's do it again" or "we'll definitely win next time"... that was too hypocritical. Lady understood perfectly well that whoever could defeat that thing must also be a monster.
Just as Lady was grieving over this, a sentence popped into her head.
"This proves you're not a monster, isn't that good?"
A very simple and understated sentence, yet it suddenly made Lady feel exhausted.
I was incredibly exhausted, as if my whole being had been defeated, and all I wanted to do was lie down and rest for a while.
She slowly leaned back, and then someone picked her up in their arms.
"You did a great job, but you're too tired. Take a rest."
It was a very soft sound, as gentle as a breeze.
My whole body gradually relaxed, and the protective gear that had been used to protect my entire body slowly softened.
Instinctively, I rested my head on that guy's body, on his chest... Huh? When?
Lady turned her head away, instinctively wanting to cover her mouth.
It was a bloody hole that had been pierced through his body; a huge cavity had been opened in his body.
"When?" she whispered, feeling nauseous.
No, feeling nauseous should be cleared out when you adjust your thought process; it has to be that way.
But I still feel nauseous. I didn't feel it at all before, even during battle, whether it was my own or someone else's. This kind of injury never made me pause.
"Never mind me, I'm not human anyway. It doesn't matter to me." That's all the guy said. "Do you feel disgusted?"
"No, it shouldn't be like this, but..." Lady was a little incoherent, not knowing how to express her current feelings.
Because I got so close to look, so close to see the internal organs and bone fragments inside the wound, it was disgusting. When emotions I shouldn't have had resurfaced, it was pure nausea.
She covered her face with a handkerchief, obscuring her eyes.
"Stop looking, this isn't something a human should see." He patted her head. "Go to sleep. When you wake up, you'll see the world a normal person should look at directly."
Lady listened, and indeed closed her eyes, as if she were asleep.
“Ak, I like you,” she whispered. “You already have a fiancée, so please don’t do anything that will make me misunderstand even more.”
"Feel sorry."
"Can't you say anything else to comfort me?" Lady just found it amusing.
This guy has lived this long, and there's absolutely no problem with him having a fiancée.
And they're very cunning; they'll appear at the most crucial, most needed moment, and then unreservedly deny the beliefs they had previously held firmly.
They haven't given an answer yet, just a simple denial.
It will subconsciously lead you to think, "Why not just rely on this guy's ideas forever?"
Then you'll probably come to like this guy, and rely on him to keep living.
Come to think of it, it's no wonder his paladin fiancée only sleeps next to him; it truly gives her a sense of security, making her feel incredibly safe, even in hell.
“No, I’m bad with words,” Ark said. “Is there anywhere you want to go? I can’t hold you forever, I have things to do. But the only options are a shelter or a nearby house that hasn’t collapsed yet.”
"Whatever, it doesn't matter where you put me," Lady said softly. "It's not evening yet, I'll just lie here for a bit and then leave..."
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