Chapter Thirty
"Your efficiency is incredibly low," said a man wrapped in a robe, his voice tinged with annoyance.
The robe couldn't conceal its exaggerated physique at all; it appeared to be even taller than Ketchum, nearly two meters tall, yet not fat. Even through the robe, its muscles were clearly visible—exaggerated muscles. It looked like a moving statue.
What's strange is that he used bandages on his head to completely cover his eyes.
What's even more shocking is the blood on the robe, where you can see the blade stuck in its body.
With each step, you could see the wounds left by the blades on its body, which then healed at an even faster pace.
“We need to consider reasons related to social order,” Ketchum followed behind, his tone devoid of any disrespect, even a hint of wariness.
"This small city can be called a society? How many thousands of people are there? Or is it less than a thousand?" The man in front turned his head to look at Ketchum with dissatisfaction: "But at least you didn't make a mistake, at least you spoke properly. And that priest is also fine. That's very important."
High-ranking clergy are treasures whose production process is irreplaceable; these people who merely follow God's will are the backbone of the church.
As long as these apostles of God are not harmed, or strictly speaking, consumed, then other losses are insignificant to the church.
Therefore, it would say something like, "Kochit and the priest are both alive and well, and that is the best outcome."
The exact number of high-ranking clergy currently in office is unknown; perhaps only a very few people know the exact number.
The two walked slowly down the street, surrounded by the corpses of monsters.
The Blood Day event has just ended, and its effects have already spread to the city. I had expected to see many monsters on the streets.
But now these monsters are appearing in fragments all around.
Who cleared out these monsters?
I don't know, whatever.
For those who can't be identified clearly, clearing out these monsters is a piece of cake.
Perhaps these monsters have disrupted some plans, but that's fine, it's good to have some peace and quiet.
Their conversation suddenly stopped because they didn't know what to say next.
Even if we discuss it, it's useless; there are only a few things we can do right now.
Church members have so many things to consider when they act that it feels like they're completely chained up.
The feeling of being restrained is unpleasant.
They returned to their dwelling in the dead of night.
Strictly speaking, neither Ketchum nor the ascetic belonged to this place; they were just there to help.
There is only one person in charge here, Carl, so according to the rules, only Carl can stay overnight there with a legitimate reason.
Even so, Karl's residence was not within the church.
Ugh, what a terrible mistake. That guy raising insects shouldn't have been allowed to stay overnight. If he'd been more decisive and burned it down, the house might have been repaired and still habitable.
"Is it alright to stay here?" Ketchum lit a torch in the house, illuminating the room.
Just as it was about to light the bonfire in the middle of the room, it was stopped by the ascetic.
Then, right in front of Ketchum, it extinguished the torch with its paw.
The room returned to darkness.
"Supplies are scarce here, and I cannot add to the burden," the ascetic paused, then added, "I also do not need to use my eyes."
“I remember your eyes are fine,” Ketchum said helplessly. “Is this some new trick? You should have already paid for your sins.”
“Sins are never truly paid for,” the man said softly. “As long as we live, we will be guilty.”
Ketchum didn't reply; his personality wouldn't allow him to be contradicted on this point.
Its name is Alpha, which uses the characters directly as its name.
It sounds like a very casual name, as if it was chosen without any proper thought.
"One last question: Why did you kill that child?"
Just as the door was about to close, Ketchum suddenly asked.
It had been holding this problem in for the whole journey, and it was actually quite tired today. Forcing the monster back had left it extremely exhausted.
They wanted to bring the child back, but even so, they were killed the moment they saw the creature.
It was so fast that he didn't even have time to stop it.
However, the main reason was that it didn't have much holy magic power left, as it had been almost completely used up in the fight against that thing.
They had already used up a large portion of their strength to defend the city walls, and the remaining portion was completely lost to the monstrous monsters.
At least it's a monster classified as the highest level among mercenaries. Even if a high-ranking priest can win, it won't be an easy victory.
Therefore, when Ketchum was about to take the twelve he had painstakingly rescued to Karl for treatment, he bumped into the ascetic who had finished cleaning up the mess on the way.
Then, it watched helplessly as Twelve's head was ripped off.
This feeling is truly unpleasant. That monster probably never had any interest in this city to begin with. These monsters only move unnaturally towards chaotic areas. Logically, they should have entered the forbidden zone.
Because in the forbidden zone of life, calamity-level monsters are everywhere. The chaotic elements there constantly generate these monsters. Clearing out those monsters is the ascetic's task, and Ketcht originally had no need to go out.
But that guy was risking his life for the city, and the paladin felt ashamed. He was, after all, an apostle of God, and if the people here died because he was protecting the city he was supposed to protect, he would feel extremely guilty.
So it rushed out, and after the ascetics came to help, it immediately came over and brought back this disgusting half-human, half-demon monster.
He was already seriously injured, and even if he were rescued now, he would probably suffer from incurable aftereffects.
But they still have to be rescued, even if they come back as useless.
But even though he did all those things, it was no use. The monster still died, killed by its own people.
“You recognize it, right?” Alpha turned to look at Ketchum, paused, and said, “That guy has been on the bounty list for a long time.”
After saying this, it went into the room and closed the door.
Ketchum stood at the door, but for a long time he didn't have the courage to push it open.
If it went in, it would only be making a fool of itself. It was fighting against its responsibilities. To be honest, Ketchum hated its current job, but it had a responsibility to do it well.
This feeling is particularly pronounced when he finds himself having to kill people he doesn't want to deal with and forgive people he wants to kill.
Perhaps God isn't very good at choosing people; He should have chosen a more composed executor.
Ketchum touched the door, closed his eyes, and mentally rehearsed what he had just wanted to do.
Then he turned and left; he still had things to take care of. Even though he was very tired now, with Blood Day just over, he needed to process a lot of documents. There was also the matter of deploying reconstruction personnel tomorrow.
All sorts of troubles await him; now is not the time to sleep.
However, it seems that the ascetics came here because of the demon.
Hmm, but come to think of it... if I've been here for years and haven't seen him, what reason would this guy have to show up tonight? Right now, I should...
Ketchum froze, suddenly realizing something.
Why is there no reason for it to be here?
No, no, no, let me put it another way. Why wouldn't it appear here? Is there a better time to launch a sneak attack?
The entire roof was blown away by the sudden expansion of pressure and shattered into pieces in mid-air.
Ketchte drew his greatsword so fast it was almost imperceptible; time seemed to stand still as he swung it.
When the metallic clash returned, Ketchum saw the smiling child, who seemed to be laughing happily, the two short scythes in its hands almost piercing its neck.
It was instantly sent flying. Ketchum's sword could even split a mountain, and he had an overwhelming advantage in the contest of strength.
The floor collapsed completely in an instant, causing the entire house to crumble.
Because Ketchum charged forward, using the ground as a fulcrum, its speed had become comparable to sound and light.
The second collision happened almost immediately, a shoulder ram, a shoulder ram capable of smashing through the city wall.
But it felt itself bump into something strange. Ketchum was surprised to see it block its shoulder bump with one hand and even smile at it.
All of this happened in a fleeting instant, and then Kitsch watched helplessly as it made a gun gesture towards him.
Chains wrapped around his waist, and he was violently pulled into the underground ruins. The hand that had been making a gun gesture was punched.
But without being interrupted, Wuming saw that the person in front of him had changed.
That's Alpha. This guy arrived at his position within about three seconds of encountering the enemy.
The two people were thrown apart at the same time, landing on the ground and looking at each other in the distance.
"Looks like you're all injured now, still want to play? I don't mind making a few more holes in you." Nameless grinned at Alpha, making a face at him.
"He can channel his power to a strange place, and physical attacks have no effect on him," Ketchum shouted as he emerged from the ruins.
As he spoke, he threw away the sword in his hand.
At the same time, he retrieved another object with a strange scabbard from the ruins.
"Put it down. It's not something you need to use." Alpha glanced at Ketchum. "I can handle it."
Ketchum paused, then turned to look at the man on the ruins who had torn off his robe.
It was a back that had been cut by countless blades, covered in scars, each one telling a story of what might have happened in the past.
Wuming frowned as he looked at the guy, feeling slightly uneasy.
Its original plan was simply to take advantage of Ketchum's weakness and kill him first.
Having failed, it should have left, but it suddenly found itself finding it difficult to even open up the space around it.
Sealed by chains, could those chains seal the space itself? It looked at the surrounding chains and took a few deep breaths to calm itself down.
There isn't much information about this guy, since he's always been in another dimension. Trying to fight him now would be a reckless act.
Ascetics are trained to fight against monsters, and they are skilled at dealing with any kind of monster.
The nameless man flipped the scythe in his hand, his entire body enveloped in a strange black.
It launched the first attack, aiming at the ascetic's neck.
No matter how strange a person is, once their head is cut off, victory is assured.
Suddenly it became quiet, and inexplicably, there was no sound at all.
Wuming realized the reason: the sudden increase in blood pressure caused his hearing to disappear instantly.
Completely out of reaction time, Alfa appeared to its side and delivered a solid side kick.
Even though most of the power was channeled into the space, Wuming still felt his bones groaning in pain.
But it didn't even have a chance to fly away, because a punch landed on its chest immediately afterward.
With large sections of its ribs collapsing, its original kinetic energy was redirected, and it tried to fly backward like a rag doll.
But it didn't even have that chance. The chain wrapped around its neck in that instant, and it was pulled closer again before a knee strike landed on its head.
Alpha stopped what he was doing and looked at the guy behind him.
Nameless still activated its power, distorting space to appear here.
This thing's power far exceeds the amount it can channel. Even if over 90% of its power were channeled into it, it would still break bones. If it hit its head, there would be no other outcome than death.
"A reckless madman," Wuming said softly. "Do I really have such a deep grudge against you?"
The reason for saying this is that Alpha is also bleeding.
It didn't intend for its body to withstand such pressure at all, and each time it brought the body to the point where its limbs were connected, it caused serious damage.
So much so that his whole body is covered in blood, and the bones under his muscles may even be broken.
Even so, it still struck a fighting pose towards itself, and Wuming had no doubt that it would kill it in the next moment. Therefore, it escaped into the void; not arguing with a madman was the advice to live a few more years.
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