Nightmare Light

Chapter 26 Hey, Northerner

A tide of blood monsters rushed over. In the darkness, the blood monsters roared, pushed, squeezed, and ran.

They stared at the humans, with undisguised cruelty in their pale eyes, the look of a hyena seeing an antelope.

The blood monster rushed towards the humans, and roars, footsteps and gunshots filled the entire underground passage.

The ground is shaking.

The sheriffs had already started firing, but the monsters were only half a man's height and moved very fast, so the effect of the guns was very limited.

In the first wave of shooting, the sheriffs fired at least hundreds of bullets, but only three blood monsters fell down, and more blood monsters rushed forward, stepping on the corpses of their companions.

The corpses of those blood monsters, after being trampled, will explode into a pool of smelly flesh and blood, and then they will wriggle again and condense into new monsters.

But uglier.

Amid the sounds of gunfire and roars, Tian Taozi suddenly saw that among the priests, Sen suddenly turned his head and said something loudly to her.

Although the priestess's voice was completely drowned out by the surrounding noise, Tian Taozi still understood what she meant:
There's no point in wasting time like this. Cover me as I head into the bathroom.

Tian Taozi understood.

This is a good idea, and also... the simplest one.

She stared at the blood monsters charging towards her and grinned, "It's just a matter of holding them back...how easy."

She made a few gestures to the brothers around her, and her colleagues all understood what she meant.

No one was ready to back down.

On the first day of peace officer training, the first thing they learned was:
The sheriff has the citizens behind him, so he will never retreat.

It's just a matter of holding the monster back... It's so easy, at worst I have to sacrifice my life.

"Sheriff, investigate!"

They pounced on the blood monster, the puppets danced, the gods rang the night watch, and the mortals used their flesh and blood to grab, hug, and even bite the monsters.

The priests were trying to move forward like a small boat in the gaps between battles.

The priests' magic is very simple: it is the attitude of a mother towards her child.

If the child is good, the mother will encourage him by giving him encouragement and patting his head.

These are the temple's blessing spells: blessing spells (hymns), soothing spells (pats on the head)...

If it's a naughty child, the mother's way of dealing with it is very simple: slap the child hard! Slap the child until he understands the situation!
So when the blood monster appeared in front of the priests, people would see an extremely bizarre scene:
A group of monks with tattoos on their heads and faces, painted in a sacred style, with the tattoos on their faces emitting a sacred and solemn light, marched solemnly in the darkness.

Whenever a blood monster appeared before them, these priests would walk forward with serious and solemn expressions.

Then he swung his arm and slapped him in the face!

The painting style looks very unorthodox, but after all, they are products of the temple, and they are all real divine arts, plus these priests are the elites of the temple.

The various magic arts they displayed, such as the Black Tiger Heart-Ripping, Oil Hammer Head-Piercing and Double Peaks Ear-Piercing, were all incredibly powerful, enough to split monuments and crack rocks.

The fate of the blood monsters after being hit by the priests is even more miserable than being hit by guns. They will either turn into a lump, a pool, or even a large area.

Moreover, they were using divine arts after all, and the suppression effect of divinity on blood monsters was real—

If it was hit by a gun, the fallen blood monster would start to wriggle and reorganize almost in the next second.

But after the priests hit them, the blood monsters would remain quiet for a long time, either trembling for a long time and unable to reorganize, or simply wriggling on the spot, like the nerve reaction after death.

Even the blood monster that was slapped away by the saint girl was broken into dozens of pieces and fell evenly to the ground. It didn't even move, as if it was dead.

"The priests are amazing!" A young sheriff among the crowd exclaimed in admiration, "With the priests' help, we're sure to win!"

He turned his head to watch the priests fighting, and was so focused that suddenly a wooden hand grabbed the back of his collar and pulled him down.

He turned his head in surprise and saw that where he had just stood, a blood monster was still in the posture of drawing a knife, and standing between him and the blood monster was a strange-looking puppet wearing a Nuo opera mask.

"Focus on the fight," the puppet master said sternly, throwing a handful of colored paper at the blood monster, which was instantly torn to pieces by the paper and the puppet. The puppet master then turned and pulled the young sheriff to his feet.

This secular master had a ferocious ghost-like face mask from Nuo opera on his face, but he was actually a taciturn person with a serious tone. After he pulled up the young sheriff, he reminded him to "be careful" and then pounced on the next opponent.

The young sheriff was still in shock. He looked at the blood monster that had turned into pieces and was wriggling on the ground, thanked the secular master, and couldn't help but look at the priests who were struggling to move forward.

They are so awesome... With them here, we will definitely win!

……

Can't win.

Sen knocked a blood monster away and wiped the blood off his face.

She had a blank expression on her face and maintained her forward pace. She looked extremely relaxed while fighting, but she was not as relaxed as she looked on the outside.

She knew very well that she couldn't win if she continued like this.

Only she knew the reason: the power of the magic was not right.

Although the priests' magic seemed incredibly powerful, with one strike enough to shatter bricks and instantly kill blood monsters, only the priests themselves knew clearly—

With the strength of these elite priests, the power of this magic should be four or five times greater than it is now.

The temple's elite priests, all blessed directly by Mother, were able to slap with the power of a cannonball, yet now they could only slap away a small monster half the height of a man...

It is indeed divine... Only divine magic can resist divine magic.

Sen thought secretly in his heart.

Although the divinity is very thin, it can resist the magic of the temple and summon these monsters. It must be some kind of magic without a doubt.

The power of divine arts comes from the gods... But in this world, there is only one god, Mother. Where does the divine power they use come from?

"Blood Cultists...what on earth have you summoned..."

Sen felt a strong sense of unease in her heart. She vaguely felt that something out of control was happening in this world.

But she quickly shook her head and turned her attention back to the battle at hand—

There’s no point in thinking too much, let’s rescue that northerner first.

The saint girl had a strange feeling in her heart: although these monsters were strange and inexplicable and were still far away from the washroom, there was no way an ordinary citizen could survive such a battle.

But she had a vague feeling that the northerner was still alive.

That tall northerner who made her feel so terrified... but also so curious...

Hey, northerner, please don't die. I have a lot to ask you.

The young priestess took a breath.

She stared at the direction of the bathroom, her expression becoming focused and determined.

She raised her hand and rubbed the tattoo on her head vigorously—

The tattoo instantly burst out with a dazzling light.

At the same time, her clear voice drowned out the roars of all the blood monsters on the battlefield, and even drowned out the gunshots of the sheriffs!
"Priests! Undo the tattoo!"

"Let these evil spirits see the true power of mother!"

"Priests! Forward!"

　1. Book friends who have been scheduled to appear: Sen, Fat Tiger, May

　　2. I will meet you in the recent chapters.
　　3. Other characters are being conceived

　　4. Thank you to the helmsman of Yunxia Guangyin
　　
　
(End of this chapter)