Chapter 737: Preventing the Descent 2

On the battlefield, almost every few seconds, Lin An would keep an eye on Fiona's movements.

I thought the opponent was a dual-system Awakened One, with a decent mind.

But watching the phantom, Fiona actually ran to the lawyer and stood there dazed.

Lin An couldn't help but frown slightly.

"Lin Dui."

"What the hell is this guy up to!!"

Zhang Tie took an axe to the head from the Arbiter, couldn't counterattack, and likewise stared in surprise at Fiona.

Time is running short.

While searching the monster horde for specific evil spirits to kill, the two were exhausted from prolonged combat.

"Is she trying to reason?"

Lin An stared at the phantom, instantly realized, and felt somewhat speechless.

He glanced at the countdown to the Evil God's Descent.

Without hesitation.

"Zhang Tie."

"Go in and help her!"

"Kill everyone in order! Even if you kill the wrong person, it doesn't matter!"

At the command.

After hearing Lin An's words, Xiong Hanzi hesitated a bit.

It wasn't hesitation about killing.

In his eyes, all these plot characters deserved to die.

"Lin Dui."

"I'm going in, you won't be under too much pressure..."

"Go in!"

Gesturing that Zhang Tie needn't worry about him, Lin An quickly replied.

He still had a trump card, and even after understanding the source of his power, he conceived the idea of testing his limits.

All along, he had never forced out all his potential in battle, or rather, never had the chance.

The version of himself who had once unlocked the gene lock was theoretically stronger than now.

Just that.

He never expected that, despite his clear explanation, Fiona still didn't grasp the meaning.

The replayed plot, another layer of meaning of the Evil God's Descent, is Rose's vengeance will.

This is also the theme of this perfect trial.

If reasoning worked, what would we need fists for!!

Hatred is Rose's source of power, and also the key to her merging with the Evil God.

Only by killing all sinners can we possibly prevent Rose from becoming the Evil God.

After Xiong Hanzi gave Lin An a worried glance, he gritted his teeth and plunged into the phantom without hesitation.

"Lin Dui, you must hold on!"

"Goddammit, I'll go slaughter these beasts right now!"

In the church phantom, the fervent crowd was shouting.

"Burn her!"

"Burn the evil spirit!"

"Strip her clothes! Let us see the evil spirit's sinful face!"

Mixed in the crowd, many residents excitedly fanned the flames.

Just like in the Middle Ages.

A custom passed down for nearly a thousand years, many of the judged witches and evil spirits were often innocent women of that era.

Many low‑life scoundrels, after failing to obtain them, would maliciously report them.

Or they would frame noble and commoner girls as witch‑evil spirits.

And during the burning, they claimed to be judging sin for God, enjoying this perverse pleasure.

Holding torches.

The priest in robes, satisfied, watched the fervent believers.

He looked pious, ready to comply with the wishes of those fervent ones.

His short, thick fingers tugged at the girl's tattered robe:

"Damned evil spirit!"

"Let us see the true sinful face you hide beneath your human appearance!"

His gaze was greedy.

The portly priest regretfully glanced at Rose's face, perhaps thinking he had burned her too quickly.

He had originally intended to, under the guise of purifying the evil spirit, thoroughly "purify" the girl at night.

The taste of young flesh, under the gaze of the divine spirit, brought exquisite pleasure.

His fingers touched, yet he had not yet undone the sash.

A hoarse roar suddenly rang out:

"Look at you, you bastard!"

Almost suddenly appearing on the execution platform, Zhang Tie's expression turned furious as he snatched the torch from the priest's hand.

With a bang, the torch snatched into his hand was violently stabbed into the priest's body.

「***！」

The thick torch head burned with flame, and under brute force, half of it sank in.

"Ahhhhh!!"

His shrill cry echoed, the priest's body arched like a shrimp, his eyes bulging.

His intestines were nearly burst open.

The intense pain, enough to make one faint, nearly knocked him unconscious.

As if not yet satisfied.

Xiong Hanzi cast a brutal glance at the stunned cultists and gave a vicious grin.

"Damn, you weren't supposed to like watching, were you!?"

His palm, large as a fan, reached for the curled-up, fat priest on the ground, then yanked off his long robe.

The fatty flesh trembled.

Like maggots, the priest's layered layers of belly quivered painfully all over.

At a glance, he saw the thing shrunk into a clump from fear.

Zhang Tie grinned, then violently stepped onto the priest's lower body.

「Crack! 」

A clear explosive blast rang out.

Seeing this, the cultists below all widened their eyes in terror, almost everyone instinctively covering their lower bodies.

Too... cruel.

"Ah!!..."

His scream cut off midway.

The priest then fainted from the pain.

The girl tied to the execution frame also stared blankly at the broad back before her.

He turned his head and grinned.

Even reverting to an ordinary man, the usually burly Zhang Tie still possessed considerable fighting strength.

He forced out an ugly smile, speaking rapidly:

"That... thing."

"Big sis, Lin Dui sent me to rescue you and help you get revenge!"

"You mustn't turn into a ghost!"

"Bang!"

As his words fell, Xiong Hanzi leapt down from the execution platform again, fierce and menacing, and threw a punch at the cultist's head.

"Die, old man!"

A fist as big as a sandpot smashed toward the leader, the man who had been shouting the loudest, hitting his face.

With a full-force blow, he literally caved in the man's forehead.

He came to his senses.

A large number of cultists and town militia came to their senses and furiously charged at Zhang Tie.

"Kill him!"

"He's the evil god's lackey!"

"You damn dog!"

Grabbing an iron shovel, Xiong Hanzi fearlessly charged at the encircling cultists.

The high-held iron shovel smashed another person's skull.

People and horses overturned.

Facing the frenzied cultists, Zhang Tie gasped heavily.

With his right hand he twisted and broke the arm of a cultist trying to restrain him, then he headbutted the nose of the cultist before him, baring his teeth.

He damn it, there are too many people!

He almost used both hands and feet.

After biting the throat of a spear-wielding cultist, Xiong Hanzi spat out the chunk of flesh he had bitten, with a 'pah' sound.

"Blondie!"

"You damn well hurry up and kill them!"

A roar of anger.

Zhang Tie raised his head and shouted toward Fiona, nearly vomiting blood from lack of breath.

Here I am fighting for my life, yet the other side seems unable to help at all.

What kind of bullshit reasoning is there with this pack of dog scum?

Kill them, send this bunch of damned dogs to heaven—that's right!

Otherwise, wait for that little girl to come out and take revenge herself, and we'll all die!

Especially seeing Lin An in the battlefield, constantly fighting monsters, his heart surged with fury.

Lin Dui is risking his life out there; he must quickly kill these people!

Seeing Lin An's wounds continually increase, Xiong Hanzi wished he could cut himself instead.

Not far away, Fiona came to her senses amid the roar.

She watched the lawyer who had dodged to the side ahead, her expression wavering for a moment.

Fortunately, she wasn't too stupid, and she realized she had to help Zhang Tie.

Taking a deep breath, her eyes flickered as she quickly scanned the surroundings.

There were too many people.

Even with their ordinary strength, even if Zhang Tie were even more capable in combat, he couldn't kill them; instead, they would be a threat.

We must find a weapon.

The next second, after seeing a pile of kerosene cans, Fiona ran straight over.

Burn them with fire!

"Mr. Zhang, get out of the way!"

Straining to hold a bucket of kerosene, Fiona's eyes were resolute as she unhesitatingly smashed it into the densest crowd.

The flint was thrown, and the sky‑filling firelight dyed the town red.

Switch!

Focus!

Nether River Breath!

In the endless stream of evil‑spirit bodies, Lin An's face turned pale as he relentlessly pushed his limits.

Blood shadow enveloped his whole body; the number of high‑frequency weapons he had cut down had already reached seven.

The filthy blood and chunks of corpses submerged him.

Vast life force was converted into spiritual power; his black hair rapidly turned white, then instantly recovered.

He seemed to sense that the mission was about to be completed.

At that moment, as monsters spawned in the air, black mountain peaks began to fall.

They were thousands of monsters piled together.

"Countdown to the Evil God's Descent: 1 minute 59 seconds!"