This heretic cannot be burned, he must be hung up and whipped!

These desperate men and women are branded with cursed tattoos that devour their flesh as a safeguard against escape, and are heavily injected with drugs to weaken and wear away their will, but these cruel drugs also retain their aggressiveness.

The only hope they have is the law of hell: they must kill a powerful enemy on the battlefield - such as the Shrine Hermit - to gain freedom.

For the illusory freedom and liberation, ordinary people launched a desperate attack on the church under the order of the consul.

"Charge!" "If you fail to break into the church gate today, you will all face death!" The yoke demon holding a huge axe behind him roared at the mortals, driving them to face the guns of the pilgrims in the trenches.

"Ah!" A stray bullet shot from the window hit the naked body of Fanfu. The powerful kinetic energy tore his thigh apart. Fanfu fell to the ground in pain, wailing and begging to the Yoke Demon.

"Bang!" "Don't—please! No!"

The Yoked Demon charged with boundless fury, snatching up the fallen mortal's body. The thick, trembling fat and muscle were covered with the marks of their master and the marks of the Hell Priest's knife. He tore the broken body apart alive, and blood flowed between the lines of his armor and flesh.

"Praise the Lord of Hell!!"

The demon's roar nearly shattered the church's glass. Bullets were fired at it, but the effect was minimal.

"Attack! Attack!!"

The Yoke Demon rushed towards the gate fiercely, and then—

"Bang! Crack!" "Ouch—"

"Damned cursed one! I will kill you! I will have you roast in the flames of hell for six hundred—no, a thousand years!"

The pale blue light reappeared, firmly blocking out the Yoke Demon and everything with demonic blood. The horns on the Yoke Demon's head became the biggest victim in this collision. Through the barrier, the Yoke Demon saw its own ugly body, and it kept hitting the barrier like it had lost its mind, with its head broken and bleeding.

The suicide troops at the front ignored the yoke demons that were blocked by the barrier. The mortals and heretic soldiers finally rushed into the church, leaving the hell soldiers outside the barrier helpless and furious.

"Huh? Interesting."

The wizard floating above the ground showed an expression of interest. Finally, something more important than deciphering the stone tablet had arrived. The anxious Archon immediately asked:

"Is the attack going well? Can you control them to create a rift in the church? I want to teleport the synthesizer in immediately and crush that damned cursed one!"

The synthetic beasts behind the Archon, ready to move, could no longer hold back: "Crush... crush them!!"

"Snap! Snap!" "Snap!"

The wizard snapped his fingers doubtfully, trying each arm, chanting another spell and sacrificing several mortals to trigger the self-destruct spells hidden in the suicide squad. But these spells seemed to have no target and slowly dissipated in the air.

"Archon, I've lost contact with all the soldiers who entered that barrier. I can't even control them, let alone sacrifice them to open a portal in the church."

"what?!"

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In the church hall, Neos poured a pot of holy water into the water-cooling sleeve of the machine gun.

"This is the seventh batch," Priest Amos retracted his head from the observation hole, revealing his bandaged torso. "The Archon is using cannon fodder to test the barrier's weaknesses."

Suddenly, there was a loud sound of splintering wood overhead, and dust fell on Neos' shoulders. He grabbed the rifle leaning against the wall. The butt was engraved with dense orthodox characters - each notch represented a heretic he had sent to dig trenches in heaven.

"Load!" Valentine pulled the bolt of his machine gun, the ammunition belt clanging crisply. Father Amos tucked two incendiary flasks into his belt, the holy oil from the flasks soaking the icon on his chest.

“Boom!” “Get out! Heretic!!” “Go to God!” “Take my spear!” “Ugh!!”

The first few ordinary people finally broke open the church door, and were greeted by a mountain of debris. In the cracks of the pile of tables and chairs, several pilgrims kept poking with spears.

"Fire!" Neos's roar echoed with the roar of machine guns. Mortals, smiling with relief, convulsed and collapsed under the hail of bullets. The heretic soldiers charged, hoisting their bodies as shields.

"Long live the Lord of Hell!" "Throw the bomb!!"

Valentine's roar was drowned out by the explosion. A tightly packed explosive pack was thrown from behind, blasting several heretic soldiers blocking the door into pieces.

Several ordinary people who were unable to dodge were burned. They tried to retreat in pain, but were stabbed in the heart by the heretic soldiers who were following them!

"Throw lava bombs! Burn these debris with fire to open up the battlefield!!"

A heretic captain held up the remains of a mortal body as a shield, and kept smashing Molotov cocktails on the debris piled up at the door. The fuel extracted from the lake of fire deep in hell would burn forever once it touched the body. A pilgrim who failed to dodge was set on fire, and Neos quickly brought a basin of holy water and poured it on him.

"boom!!"

In the chaos, the heretic engineers installed explosives used to blow up the barbed wire. After hundreds of years of fighting with the church, the heretics were quite familiar with how to attack such a heavily defended church.

Because of the agreement between Heaven and Hell, units with more demonic power are not allowed to enter the church, so mortal soldiers like them have become the best weapons for heretics to attack the church.

"Charge in! Prepare for the sacrificial ceremony!!"

The heretic captain stepped into the church hall with his shield raised, and the remaining soldiers began to throw bombs and Molotov cocktails everywhere to disrupt the situation, preparing for them to sacrifice mortals to open the rift and summon the soldiers of hell.

Yes, God only restricted hell from entering the church, but he could not stop Judas, the betrayer of mankind, from summoning demons.

"Quick! Stop them! They're going to summon the soldiers of Hell!" "Saints of Neos! Hurry up and give me the martyrdom bomb! I'll take them to see the Holy Father!" "Quickly sprinkle those runes with holy water!"

Seeing the heretic soldiers trying to draw the summoning ceremony, Priest Amos was furious and immediately prepared to carry the martyrdom bomb to pledge his loyalty to the Holy Father. Neos wanted to splash holy water to destroy the ceremony, but was blocked by the heretic soldiers with shields.

"Bang! Bang!!" "Saints! Go! It's too late!"

"Fuck you! Valentine, let me go! I want to take them home with me!!"

Seeing that Amos was determined to leave, Sergeant Valentine immediately threw Neos from behind and dragged him to the cellar behind the church, firing back and cursing:

"Neos! You must survive!!"

"It's too late! Haha! Slaves serving the tyrant Jehovah, your death has come!" The heretic captain held up a struggling mortal and stabbed his bayonet into his neck.

"The ritual is complete. Now you will face Hell's most terrifying power! Tremble before the power of Hell's Lord!!"

　^(1) 30〗~(7)? sulfur 13? 2er~〈Pull two "snort————"

The blood of ordinary people splattered all over the symbols of the summoning ceremony. The team leader laughed wildly and dropped his weapon, as if a group of demons would appear in the next moment to kill the pilgrims like a devastating blow.

"Ha ha ha ha--"

"Ha ha--"

　Sansi Liuqi 亻尔亻/尔思玐罒裠~: "Ha..."

Everyone stopped fighting. The captain's arrogant roar echoed in the church. The pilgrims understood that the ritual was complete and their death was only a matter of time. But wasn't this time a little...

"Did he draw the wrong runes for the ritual?"

In the awkward silence, Neos, who was being strangled by Valentine from behind, asked weakly.

"How is that possible?! No, it's definitely not enough! I'll sacrifice another one!"

The team leader's heart was in suspense, and he wanted to grab another mortal to sacrifice, but there seemed to be a trace of humanity in the lifeless eyes of the mortals, and they immediately put down their weapons to avoid the team leader's capture.

"Damn you pariah! Ok-" "Captain! No!!"

The squad leader was so furious that he stabbed a heretic soldier with a knife. The soldier's blood spurted on the wall, completely covering the ritual symbols.

But still nothing happened.

The pilgrims came to their senses and took the opportunity to step forward and tie up the ordinary people who had no will to fight. Priest Amos seized the opportunity and shot the remaining heretic soldiers who had not yet recovered to their senses. Only the squad leader was left kneeling on the ground with a mental breakdown.

"Uh...now...can you surrender?"

"Now? What were you doing before? Tie him up!"

Neos broke free from Valentine's stronghold of ♂man and immediately ordered the pilgrims to tie up the idiot.

...Jiuqi Liujiuyi (Three) Eight #! (Six)...

Ten minutes later.

In a church crypt that even God cannot explore is where the heretic captain is.

"Clap!"

A strong light shone on the face of the tied-up team leader, making it impossible for him to open his eyes.

Neos sat across from the squad leader, his legs draped in gold. Beside him stood a nearly two-meter-tall Russian who was serving him tea. On the wooden walls of the cellar were painted with the blood of heretics:

"Leniency for those who confess, severity for those who resist"

The pilgrims chopped off the heads of several heretic soldiers, cut off their ears as military merit (this incident is also recorded in the first chapter), and the mutilated heads that were chopped off by ordinary people out of anger and could not be seen were hung next to the electric lamp.

Neos originally felt a little uncomfortable, but after hearing the horrific experiences of the liberated mortals, he immediately supported this behavior.

"Which unit of yours is attacking us from outside? Which Hell Lord is behind this? What is your battle plan? Tell the truth! Otherwise—"

A trace of fear that was engraved deep in the soul appeared on the face of the heretic captain. He knew that the wizard had already carved curse symbols on his people, and his life and death depended on the wizard's thoughts.

"I—I can't possibly tell you anything—"

"I see... Actually, I just want to go through the motions, so let's skip all that nonsense, music!"

Neos snapped his fingers.

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(Mygo+Bong Lao Tuan+K-ON+Umineko. Umineko provides the chaebol background, which will be involved in the plot, but if you haven't seen it, it won't affect your reading.)

The famous philosopher Dutch van der Linde once said that people cannot go against their instincts, just as they cannot resist gravity.

It is true that instinct cannot be violated, but is gravity really impossible to resist?

Ushiromiya Katsuto, who was once a veteran of the C Group and the adopted son of the Hirasawa family, said.

"My childhood friend Mashiro Kurata asked me to help, Hello+Happy+World wanted to continue playing Makoto, Popipa kept saying I was their sixth member and asked me to go to their live show, and Sakuragaoka's after-school tea party also asked me to go to drink tea."

"I'm having fun supporting the musicians. The Ushiromiya Foundation, the Yamabuki Bakery, and the girls and assets of the Hirasawa family are waiting for me to inherit. As the first male student council president of Tsuki no Mori, I have a lot to do. I also have to form a new band with my niece, Yoju, who is a year older than me."

With so many things to do, I naturally can't take a break.

"Well, be well, everyone."

When Shengren turned his back to the others and prepared to leave.

A terrifying aura came from behind.

In Flames: 1914: Chapter 15: The Generator Must Work! (6.5k)

A hand reached out from the darkness where no light could reach, and placed a disc on the record player. Driven by the sacred current—

A powerful and noble music sounded, like a very old song, which seemed to be quite popular in the Roman Empire in the past. At this moment, four figures appeared behind Neos.

The heretic captain wasn't entirely sure of the song's origins, but a strange feeling suddenly arose in his heart as he sang, and goosebumps immediately spread across his body. What kind of interrogators were these four people?

“Gloria in excelsis Deo!” (God is highly honored in heaven!)

Valentine stood up and shouted towards the electric light above his head, and the pilgrims began to sing in chorus - it was the most popular hymn of the church in the 5th century AD, "Gloria". (With a history of nearly 1500 years, it is indeed a very old song)

"Lord, God, King of Heaven, Almighty God the Father, we praise you for your supreme glory—"

Accompanied by the harmonies of this impromptu choir, who had learned everything by themselves, the four of them finally walked slowly into the light:

They turned out to be four mortals covered in wounds! Their hateful eyes, their sinister grins, and the incantations of hell branded deep into their skin showed they were the pinnacle of torturers!

"No—cursed one! You can't let these beasts near me!"

Facing these four mortal torturers who were definitely out for revenge was, for this heretic captain, even more terrifying than the Emperor who was a billion times more terrifying before him—the Cursed One...!!

"Hmph, I still can't bring myself to torture you, even though I deeply hate you traitors to humanity—but I know there are definitely many people who want to take revenge on you, so I found these most oppressed people, the 'beasts' you call them, to deal with you!"

Neos saw that this heretic captain had not changed his bad habits. Even after being captured, he still dared to call these ordinary people "beasts" in front of him. He deserved to be burned at the stake!

"I nicknamed them the 'Four First Class'. I believe these mortals whom you despise the most can bring you endless suffering. Don't underestimate them... The pain and torture they experience at your hands is a thousand times worse than under the Church's rule!"

Priest Amos, standing behind Neos, had an awkward but polite smile on his face.

"These four mortals I carefully selected each possess extraordinary abilities. Through personal practice, they have mastered hundreds of Hell's torture methods. Their use of punishment against the Church is truly astonishing. The secret techniques they've privately developed will give you, the traitors of humanity, unexpected surprises!"

The heretic captain could only shout helplessly and furiously, "Bastards... I... I'm going to throw you into the lake of fire in hell... I'm going to burn you to death!!"

The mortals who were thirsty for revenge had already rushed over. The muscular mortal in the lead pulled off the captain's mask, put on a pig's head stained with urine on him, and began to urinate into the pig's nose.

"Wow!!!! Take your dick away!!! Cough cough! Cough!"

Before he could finish his words, the second mortal, whose face was disfigured by the acid, had already pulled up the rope and stripped the captain's lower body of clothes.