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Chapter 1855 begins (I found that I couldn’t write anymore)
For the soldiers, this was a tormenting battle. Even when they faced the infected before, they were mentally prepared and could not attack them. After all, those people looked neurotic and like psychopaths with aggressive tendencies.

However, when a group of girls cry and beg you to stop, most people will involuntarily give in.

"Why don't you shoot?"

"But they didn't attack us, they just hoped we would stop!"

Yes, this is the dilemma faced by the survivors. They already know that these girls are not human and their bodies will melt after being killed. However, the humans in this world are not as extreme as the Inquisition in terms of human supremacy, so even though they know that these girls do not seem to be human, it does not mean that they can be cruel enough to kill them.

So after rushing into the school, the survivors quickly split into three factions. One group firmly supported any order of the Inquisition, another group remained neutral, and another group firmly opposed this inhumane practice.

This caused the three-party conflict to escalate rapidly, forcing the short-haired woman to report to Duanmu Huai.

"Many people think that this is wrong. They firmly refuse and would rather be punished than not protect those ... students."

"Because they didn't fight back?"

"Yes."

The short-haired girl nodded with hesitation.

"Even when facing gunpoint, those girls did not launch an attack, but just begged desperately... Judge, if this continues, I'm afraid the situation will get worse. Do we really have to kill them? No matter how you look at it, they don't show any threat at all."

"The reason these demons are not threatening is simply because you are not threatening them."

"No threat?"

"Yes."

Duanmuhuai nodded.

"These girls you see were once human beings, but now, their bodies have become the dens of demons. To put it in terms you can understand, it's like in horror movies, where evil spirits take over human bodies... Do you understand what I mean?"

Duanmu Huai did not cut off the communication, so he knew very well that other survivors also heard his conversation with the short-haired girl. He also admitted that the trick of obsession was indeed useful. After all, although the laser gun alone could destroy the hosts of these demons, it would not have much impact on them themselves.

On the contrary, the act of ruthlessly slaughtering them will make these demons feel an unusual stimulation and excitement.

Well, what an old pervert.

Fortunately, Duanmu Huai still has a way to deal with perverts.

"I understand...but in this case, we can't exorcise evil spirits like they do in the movies..."

"That's artistic processing. And you've also seen that the girls' bodies have already mutated. Even if you really expel the demons and awaken their original souls like in the movies, it will only trap their consciousness in a pool of rotten flesh. I'm getting off topic. Let's get down to business. The reason these demons don't resist is because your attacks on them have basically no effect."

"Eh? But we clearly killed those demons..."

"You only killed their hosts. After they lost their hosts, they just couldn't stay in the real world and would return to the subspace - or you could call it hell. So in a sense, these demons are immortal, so they don't care if you destroy the hosts they occupy. So even if you shoot them into sieves with a gun, they won't fight back. Because this will make your guilt even heavier, and even cause riots and divisions like now... Well, this is the trick of the devil, an old trick."

"Then...what should we do?"

It must be said that after hearing Duanmu Huai's explanation, the short-haired girl's face changed slightly. Although Duanmu Huai only gave a simple explanation, she had already discovered that these demons were obviously far beyond their imagination. Even if they did nothing, they could still split these soldiers... Is this possible?
"It's very simple."

Duanmu Huai sneered.

"I've already said that these demons are courting death because they are not afraid of death. But if you can really kill them, that's another matter. You know, the longer a creature lives, the more it fears death, especially a demon that is basically immortal. When it learns that it will face death, its resistance will be more intense than anything else."

Duanmu Huai didn't know what it was thinking, but destruction represented the nothingness of everything, which meant that the obsessive evil and the demons could no longer experience any emotions. For them, who drew strength from intense emotions, this was the most terrifying thing.

"Then...what should we do? Do we need holy water?"

"There's no need to go through so much trouble. What you need to do is very simple. Just aim at the enemy, raise your gun, and then shout..."

"Sacrifice blood to the God of War, and offer your skull to the throne!"

Menmu Satori's cheers suddenly rang out from the communication loop, while Duanmu Huai shrugged his shoulders.

"That's it. Then you can attack them and find out if these guys are really not afraid of death."

For Duanmu Huai, this was a last resort. The people in this world had never truly believed in gods, so they were not very devout in their faith, so they were not as easy to use the power of the God of Destruction as those warriors of the Inquisition in other worlds. However, Menmu Satori's madness gave Duanmu Huai a good idea. It was like a password. If you didn't give the password, who would know who you were. If you gave the password, at least I knew you were mine, and then I could give you the power of destruction.

As for this slogan...Duanmu Huai thinks it's okay, so there's no need to change it.

In fact, he originally wanted to create some slogans like "Balala energy gives me strength" to see whether those guys under his command who believed in the Inquisition would save their dignity or their lives when facing the life-and-death threat of the devil.

However, Mary tried her best to stop Duanmu Huai from having this idea... She even said very seriously that if Duanmu Huai continued to play like this, she would withdraw from the court.

So Duanmu Huai had to give up this choice in disappointment and instead adopt the more conventional slogan of Menmu Sanatori.

By the way, Nyume-satori said that this slogan came to him suddenly, as if it were some kind of revelation...

"that's it?"

Although the short-haired woman felt that the religious attributes of the Inquisition had been maxed out, it now seemed that this was far from its upper limit.

"It's that simple."

Duanmu Huai shrugged his shoulders.

"Practice makes perfect. Just give it a try and you'll know."

These remarks were naturally transmitted to the ears of every soldier through the communication circuit. They looked at each other, and the expressions of some of them began to waver.

This method is simple and crude, but also very direct. After all, in most people's impressions, demons will indeed feel pain or even be expelled after hearing the spell.

But this spell is too simple.

"How to do?"

"You'll know after you try it."

An old soldier replied coldly, then raised the laser gun in his hand and pointed it at the trembling and huddled girl not far away. He was once just an ordinary person, but the end of the world changed everything, and now he has become a loyal believer of the Inquisition. Especially when he learned that the plague that swept the whole world and caused his family to suffer misfortune came from an evil god, he wanted to avenge his wife and children immediately.

So now, he has become a loyal believer of the Inquisition. For this veteran, anyone who stands in his way of revenge must die!
"Sacrifice blood to the God of War, and offer your skull to the throne!"

The old soldier clenched his weapon and yelled at the girl in front of him. However, at this moment, he felt the place where the Inquisition emblem was tattooed on his chest suddenly became hot. It was as if a hot iron appeared there, and the heat spread along his body to his hands. Soon, the old soldier felt that the originally cold gun in his hand seemed to have become a part of his flesh and blood.

At the same time, the expressions of the girls opposite changed instantly.

In the previous moment, they were still playing the role of trembling, harmless, and pitiful girls, but in the next moment, they suddenly opened their mouths wide - their mouths were as big as three human heads, and let out piercing and sharp screams. The noise rushed towards them like a raging wave, and many soldiers were caught off guard and felt like they were hit by thunder and even lost control of their bodies. Then in the next moment, the bodies of those girls who originally looked innocent, kind, beautiful, and lovely began to deform.

Their fingers became pointed and thin, and their bodies began to hunch, huddled together like Shiba dogs. A long tail swung in front of them, carrying a filthy and dirty smell. Then they laughed sharply, jumped up, and rushed towards their prey like wild beasts!

"Die, you monsters!!"

The veteran roared and pulled the trigger, and a beam of light shot out from the muzzle.

Compared with the usual beams, the red laser in front of him seemed more vivid. Of course, the veteran was not sure whether it was his illusion. But when the beam hit the demon that rushed towards him, the latter let out a heart-wrenching scream. It was not the pretentious performance before, but full of irrepressible fear and despair. It waved its claws desperately, stared at the veteran with hatred, and stretched out its twisted claws. This scene would terrify ordinary people, but at this moment, the veteran was full of anger.

He roared, ignoring the opponent's claws, and rushed forward, shoving the muzzle of his gun into the demon's open mouth.

"Go to hell!!"

With a loud shout, he pulled the trigger again, and this time, the demon exploded completely and was completely swallowed by the blazing flames.

The veteran stared at the flames in front of him, took a breath, and stepped back. He looked to the side and saw that the other demons had been completely destroyed, and the bodies of several survivors were lying on the ground. At that time, they had their backs to the demons, and they wanted to protect them wholeheartedly, so when the demons tore off their masks, they had no time to react and became the first victims.

The old soldier panted and glared fiercely at the other soldiers, some of whom had firm expressions while others looked regretful and fearful.

But he said nothing, just gripped the weapon again and raised it high.

"Sacrifice blood to the God of War, and offer your skull to the throne!"

With this slogan, a battle began.

Today I went to take care of something, and I had to write a note, but I found that I couldn’t even write, so I could only type it out on my phone and then copy it…