Love, death, and false man

Chapter 52. The Pleasure of Slaughter
10/8—11:30
The leaden-gray sky was thick with an unyielding gloom, and the cold wind was biting.

During class time, except for free time during physical education classes, there are very few people outside the gymnasium. Unlike the desolate performance hall, the gymnasium is always crowded. Not only during physical education classes, but also during breaks, people who like to play ball or something like that are happy to gather here.

Inside the stadium's fire escape, you can hear noise coming from the venue.

[You have been redirected to the [Blood Sacrifice Channel]]

Two members of the Ascetic Order from Class 6 of Senior Three arrived at the fire escape immediately after receiving Xiao Long's message. They saw Xiao Long and also saw the bloodstains on the ground.

"You said that person is on the rooftop, and you've damaged his knee joint, right?"

"Yes……"

Who is it?

"My classmate in Class Two, Fang Yan."

Xiao Long's mind was in complete chaos, his speech was somewhat slurred, and his eyes were vacant. Under immense psychological pressure, he had already triggered the protective mechanism of stress rigidity.

Both members had very little color in their faces, appearing sickly pale.

"Do you know him?"

The woman asked the man.

"I remember, under the internal screening mechanism that Roddy set up, it seems that the rumored boyfriend and girlfriend were members of a rock band."

"Wow? So we caught a big fish. It's probably an accomplice who just established social relationships to circumvent the algorithm. But people outside the school are none of our business. We just need to take care of him."

Within the monastic order, aside from Andy as the head priest, only formal believers and combatants who have passed the trials are able to access the Holy See's servers.

Those who fail the trial are merely bait. Only after they prove their will can they become formal believers. Although it is far less difficult than the ascension ceremony, it is not easy either.

The man took out his USP pistol and, without hesitation, prepared to go to the rooftop to take a look.

"Wait, something's not right. Have you forgotten Lu Cheng from Class 1 of Senior Three? He died on the rooftop. You, give me your gun."

The woman was giving orders to Xiao Long.

As for yesterday's first test, this person performed terribly. He only had the most basic badge branded on him, and he was already acting like that. He has absolutely no hope of becoming a formal believer. So, without any mercy, I kicked him.

Xiao Long had no choice but to obey.

The woman skillfully removed the magazine and checked the number of bullets in the pistol. It had indeed been fired; half of the 15 bullets were missing.

"Let's go, be careful."

The woman also took out a Scorpion submachine gun from her handbag, let her boyfriend go first, and followed behind.

The two went up the stairs on high alert. They wondered which class was having such a lively PE class, as the loud noise could be heard throughout the fire escape. It was so noisy that it interfered with their judgment.

The building features a transparent glass roof and curtain wall, and even after going up the stairs, the natural light remains strong.

The structure of the stadium is similar to that of the performance hall. The first floor is a large venue with sports areas such as basketball courts and swimming pools, while the second floor has some table tennis tables, badminton courts, smaller venues, and storage for miscellaneous items.

The two followed the bloodstains on the stairs, their guns always aimed upwards, and each time they turned a corner, they engaged in an indoor CQB rapid response.

Upon arriving at the second-floor staircase platform.

"and many more……"

The woman noticed something was off about the bloodstains on the ground. They were supposed to be the bloodstains left by Xiao Long after he was shot and came down from the rooftop, but the pattern and direction of the bloodstains had suddenly changed.

What started as small drops transformed into a continuous spray of streaks.

The trail of blood should have been left by the person whose knee joint was damaged. It must have been moved from the rooftop. What Xiao Long said was true. He was injured and wouldn't dare to play any tricks, but he still had to go all out. How could one treat one's life so lightly?

The woman gave the man a look, signaling him to follow her.

Following the trail of blood, we entered the second floor.

There were very few students on the second floor. Due to the interference of the channel, the two gunmen were as if they were invisible. Following the bloodstains, they made their way to the abandoned men's changing room.

The only locker rooms still in use in the stadium are those in the basketball court and the swimming pool; the other locker rooms are abandoned.

The door to the men's locker room was wide open, and the lockers inside were arranged like a maze. The paint on the sheet metal was cracked, revealing a rusty surface, and there was a musty smell in the air.

The woman winked at the man, wary of an ambush, and with their nerves on edge, they entered the men's changing room together. Because the rows of lockers obstructed their view, they split up to search, and upon spotting their target, they immediately shot them.

[Soulfire Strength: 1141]

Peak intensity: 1408

[Soulfire Characteristics: SdF<6>gH, j2k]

At school, of course, everyone wears a school uniform.

A terrifying figure wearing a sinister baseball bat mask suddenly appeared at the entrance to the women's changing room. From the cover of a non-retractable umbrella, Fang Yan pulled out a gleaming, sharp machete.

He naturally didn't trust someone like Xiao Long, so he made a more roundabout plan.

The target has now completely fallen into the trap, and in the cramped locker room, he can make the most of the close-combat advantage he got from Lu Cheng.

The hound can only split into one; otherwise, it won't have enough kinetic energy to chop someone down.

So... let's begin.

The two men, who were searching the men's changing room, were still engrossed in searching for the disabled man with a severe knee injury and were completely unaware that Fang Yan had silently entered from behind the door.

With a swift movement, the baseball bat mask form, combined with the kinetic energy imbued in the cleaver, made its destructive power terrifying, effortlessly slicing through the woman's soul fire field.

The Scorpion submachine gun, under the trigger-pulling command issued by its brain before death, spun wildly, but missed Fang Yan completely. The woman's head had already rolled off, and her severed neck gushed out several times like a geyser.

Before its head could even hit the ground, the giant hand of soul fire grabbed it, squeezed it hard, and it exploded on the spot, instantly absorbing all the noise-like data from the television.

[Savage Pleasure.EXE has been generated]

The commotion startled the man, who immediately navigated the maze of lockers to his girlfriend's location and, without a word, quickly pulled the trigger of his pistol.

Fang Yan had already hidden behind the storage cabinet on the other side. He could only split off one hound; otherwise, the killing illusion wouldn't be aggressive enough.

Upon seeing his girlfriend's gruesome death, her headless body lying on the ground in a pool of blood, the man immediately flew into a rage, picked up a submachine gun from the ground, and approached Fang Yan, who was hiding behind a locker.

Suddenly, a jet-black hunting dog pounced, automatically locking onto the enemy even in Fang Yan's blind spot, and biting the man's gun-wielding arm tightly, pulling it relentlessly.

Fang Yan immediately left the cover and swung his machete directly at the man's head.

but……

A chilling scene unfolded as translucent arms suddenly sprouted from the sides of the locker and the ground. There were more than a dozen arms, and although they were translucent, they still had skin, muscle, blood vessels, tendons, and skeletal structure, just like the hands of a living person. They grabbed Fang Yan's arms and ankles, restricting his movements.

Although the power form of the hockey mask could forcefully break free of its restraints, it also gave the man time to react. He used the last of his soul fire's heat to resist the hounds' bites, ignoring the interference with his accuracy, and randomly sprayed the Scorpion submachine gun through the gaps in the lockers, roughly aiming at Fang Yan's position.

The flashes of gunfire illuminated the musty, dusty air in the locker room.

"Hold……"

Fang Yan quickly turned to the side to reduce the area he was hit, forcibly broke free of the restraints on his arms, and hid behind cover.

The magazine was empty.

Because he was being held back by the hunting dogs, his aim was already poor, and there was cover, but Fang Yan still had extremely bad luck and was hit by three stray bullets. One bullet hit his thigh, one hit his forearm, and one hit his abdomen.
Even though the Soulfire Field weakened the bullet's power and embedded it in the skin, the bullet in the thigh seemed to have no diminished offensive power; the wound was quite large, and blood had already seeped out.

This enraged Fang Yan, who charged forward again and swung his cleaver at the man with all his might. The same bizarre sight appeared as before: pairs of living arms sprouted from the man's chest to defend against the attack.

However, still powerless to fight back in the baseball bat mask form, the slash came again before it was even finished, cutting off the semi-transparent arms one by one, splattering out real blood. This blood that fell to the ground was just something produced by the heat of the soul fire, and it quickly evaporated.

Finally, the machete plunged directly into the man's chest, near his heart, and exited from behind. He began vomiting blood.

Fang Yan didn't give up. He continued to stir inside with his machete, finally lifting him up and suspending him in mid-air for a while. Blood splattered all over Fang Yan's baseball mask. Only after he died completely did Fang Yan put away his machete and let him slam hard to the ground.

The giant hand of soulfire continued to move swiftly, grabbing the waist, pressing down on the head, and brutally tearing out the spine, causing the head to explode in its palm.

[This contains the same code as the "Savage Pleasure.EXE" file.]

All data has been merged and overwritten.

[Savage Pleasure.EXE has been generated.]

After the fierce battle, the hockey mask was removed, and Fang Yan's hands were still trembling. He was still in a state of high excitement and took a few deep breaths.

He immediately took out a pack of Hongtashan cigarettes from his pocket, shook out one, lit it with a lighter, and started smoking, not knowing when this would end.

Should he go and kill Xiao Long? Fang Yan was completely at a loss. He had indeed sought help and done as he had told himself to.

Do we really have to be that cold-blooded?

Using a machete to lift the clothes of two corpses, it was absolutely horrific. They were covered in self-inflicted wounds and religious symbols, all splattered with blood.

The Ascetic Order...

Fang Yan thought he might have grasped some of the doctrine: using pain to train concentration and increase the strength of the soul fire? It was indeed a brilliant idea, and it was feasible.

Xiao Long was surprised, yet also quite surprised, by seeing how these people were playing such a shrewd game, even resorting to seeking help from hostile forces.

"Report, it's been a day since I cut my hand." Fang Yan took a drag of his cigarette, not even knowing why he said something so disgusting. Maybe he'd been watching too many short videos. He kicked the corpse on the ground and added, "Fuck you."

He stubbed out the cigarette and threw it out the window.

Fang Yan put the machete into the umbrella cover and calmly left the scene.

(End of this chapter)