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

"Sit on it, bastard!" "No, don't—"

The remaining two people, one holding a red-hot iron and the other holding a copper tube with a rat in it, pressed them against the team leader's belly. Driven by the heat, the rat kept scratching the belly in front of it.

The ordinary people sitting nearby watching, although unfortunately not chosen by Neos to torture the team leader, were enjoying the show and were happy. They drank the few holy wines in the cellar in big gulps and laughed wildly at the current situation.

"Don't stop him! Evan, poke his ass with the branding iron! I want to see if this human traitor, being stirred by a red-hot iron block, will get excited and raise the flag!"

"Don't kill him! This beast has slaughtered so many of our compatriots. We can't let it die too soon!" "Ugh———Kill me! Kill me!"

“Hahaha… It went in! It went in! How do you feel, traitor? How do you feel?!”

"Archon Barut! Save me!!!"

On the other side, Governor Barut, who was thinking about the attack plan in the abandoned town, seemed to sense the heretic captain's cry for help.

"What's going on?"

After hesitating for a moment, the Archon continued with his new plan, looking at the plague flies that were gradually spreading into the distance in the sky. Perhaps his feeling was wrong...

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At this moment, on the previous battlefield

"Crack!"

A flash of lightning struck the sky, and a fissure suddenly appeared on the battlefield. Snow and wind burst out from the colorful fissure, and a woman wearing light armor and carrying a huge sword walked out.

The Dominican swordsman makes a brilliant appearance!

"Who am I?" She is Dominican.

"Where am I?" God only knew where she was.

"What should I do?" Expel the Black Holy Grail and shed the last drop of blood to protect everyone.

"What should I do?" She didn't know, she only knew that she had to start killing heretics.

After just a few seconds of thinking, Dominic set his first goal after being thrown into this hellhole by God:

Kill all heretics in sight.

"Heretic! Crawl over here and die!!"

The iron mask was completely unable to block out her angry shouts. Dominican's provocative voice echoed in the empty battlefield. The plague flies that once covered the sky had long since departed, leaving behind only the broken limbs of humans and heretics, and—

"What is this?"

Dominic saw the huge pile of monsters in the center of the battlefield. A hermit from some monastery had a big hole in his chest and fell to his knees. The indestructible Catherine wheel on his right arm was broken into several pieces.

Opposite the hermit in the shrine was a pile of scrap copper and iron, which could barely be seen together in the shape of a car. The huge demon head on the top of the turret lay on the ground with its eyes closed.

She carried a huge sword, and her battle robe floated off the ground under the influence of psychic energy. The crowned demigod drew her sword on the battlefield, looked around in a daze, and wandered around like a lion patrolling her territory.

"Crack!"

She raised the giant sword, peeled off a relatively intact wooden stake from the entanglement of barbed wire, and with a few strokes, cut it into a stick that was quite easy to use. She had practiced this stick-cutting technique for hundreds of years and had already mastered it. Dominica carried the giant sword in one hand and the stick in the other and began to dig out the pile of rubble.

“Whoa—Kalah!” “Ding!” “Crack!”

The indestructible diamond Catherine wheel was actually shattered by the collision of the small wooden stick, and the many crosses and holy relics hanging on it fell down. The Dominican used the stick to poke into the hole in the hermit's chest in the shrine and stirred the monk's body.

"Hmm... Judging by the feel of it, it looks like it hasn't been more than 48 hours since death, but why..."

"Strange...why is all the power of God gone?"

Hundreds of years of rich combat experience told her that if a shrine hermit was destroyed, the sacred ornaments on its body that were used to communicate with God's power would be destroyed before its body, such as the Holy Grail, the cross, the crown of thorns, the reliefs of Old Testament angels, etc. All of them would be destroyed first, and then the shrine hermit would be destroyed.

But the remains of the shrine hermit in front of us have all the sacred ornaments intact - except for the Catherine Wheel. And the "intact pilgrim body" chopped into several pieces next to the wheel also indicates that the shrine hermit also made sacrifices.

"The body is too intact—did the sacrifice fail? Could it be that the heretics have begun training soulless beings to break through the battlefield?"

Generally speaking, a corpse that is successfully sacrificed by being hung on the Catherine Wheel will turn into a pool of meat paste instead of being broken into several large pieces.

Perhaps the clue lies in the strange remains of a weapon nearby. The remains seemed to have been destroyed and then violently disassembled. Based on the traces, she determined:

"Someone cleaned up the battlefield, but the evacuation was very hasty. If the heretics had won, this shrine wouldn't have been preserved so well. If the church had won, why didn't they clean up the monks' bodies?

They must have evacuated in a hurry. This must be enemy territory, so the remaining church members should have evacuated to the nearby church."

Indeed, the overturned oil drum on the ground and the charred bloody handprint on it indicate that a fierce battle had definitely taken place here! (This incident is also recorded in Chapter 8)

"I have to go find them."

　"Ah!" "Pa!"

The sound of her rummaging through the wreckage attracted a Black Grail Hound, which panted and pounced on Dominica's seemingly defenseless back before being slashed into a compressed form by Dominica's sword. The other Black Grail Hounds following her didn't dare approach, instead following her from a distance.

"??~"

Dominica carried a sword in one hand and a stick in the other, humming a folk song from his hometown as he staggered towards the abandoned town in the distance.

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"Archon, my hound just told me that reinforcements from the church have arrived outside the town."

The wizard, as always, hovered above the ground, his arms stroking the stone slabs, and spoke absentmindedly to the anxious Archon Barut.

"How much? Which direction?" "Here, over there."

Barut cast a spell, and the air in the sky changed slightly. The scene outside the town was refracted in front of it by the light - there was only one person!

"Only one reinforcement from the Church? What are you thinking? Maybe they are just refugees fleeing from the occupied area. Don't bother me with such things!"

Governor Barut waved his hand to dispel the spell and pondered over the map.

Dominica, who was outside the town, was keenly aware of the blasphemous power and narrowed her eyes.

"The stench of hell....die!"

After saying that, she put the wooden stick behind her back, picked up the giant sword, and rushed towards the position of the Archon and others with her inhuman physical fitness!

"Heretic..." "Who's talking? Wizard, how about we try to have all the artillery witches launch a saturation attack?"

"Archon, I suggest an immediate evacuation." The wizard's pale fingers scratched scorch marks on the stone slabs, and the hem of his flowing black robe suddenly condensed into ice crystals. "I have glimpsed a glimpse of the future in the Aether Sea. We must return immediately!"

"Return?!" Archon Barut slammed his scaly palm on the table. "My legion just captured this hub! Those lowly animals are still trembling in the church, and my troops are ready to go! You make me look like a coward..."

"Then stay and be buried with your legion!" The wizard suddenly screamed and tore through space. Sulfur flames gushed out from the cracks, and he fled into the gap at full speed. The archon noticed something was wrong, but by then the cold light had already split the rotten wooden beams of the headquarters roof.

“Prepare to die!” “Snap!!” “Ahhh——”

The moment Dominicana leaped, the giant sword traced a crescent moon in the air. Seeing this lackey of God's tyrant, the Archon fell back in terror!

"Why are you here?! Butcher!!"

He was still a little slow to dodge, and Dominicana's sword cut off the huge wings on his back! He rolled and crawled into the crack in reality created by the wizard. The archon's exasperated roar could be heard from the sulfur smoke:

"Butcher! Just wait! I'm going to make your head into... Ugh!"

"Shut up." The swordsman turned his hand and swung his sword at the crack. The tip of the sword, powered by God's power, hit the object on the other side of the crack, causing a splash of blood.

"What a shame, he ran pretty fast." "Roar?" "Uh?"

She lifted up the half of the chain she had cut from the Archon on her toes. Suddenly, there was a roar of brick and stone collapsing behind her. The synth beast in the backyard of the headquarters crashed through the wall and pounced on her, its foul saliva dripping onto her boots.

Seeing that the woman was not afraid at all, these synthetic beasts, who were bored and could only tear mortals apart for entertainment every day, let out a puzzled roar, and then their last memory was their body being cut in two.

"Who are you? Tell me your name quickly, or I will send you to see the Lord of Hell!" "You can go see it now."

Dominica cleared out the heretics in the town one by one. No matter what kind of soldiers from Hell, even the synthetic beasts as powerful as a mountain, or the most ordinary fill-in-the-line baby heretic soldiers, they only had one chance to be killed by her.

A mortal hiding behind a blood-stained curtain covered the eyes of the young man beside him. Through the torn hole, he saw the woman in the iron mask weaving through the hordes of hellish monsters like a waltz of death.

The light that burst out when the giant sword cut off the synthetic beast's spine and the splattering foul blood formed a strange scene.

"Uncle, is she an angel?"

The bruised and battered boy pried open Mortal's fingers, only to see Dominic crushing the throat of the last heretic soldier with his knee, with blood crystals condensed on his battle robe falling off.

"Shh—don't let her find us. Who knows if she'll kill us? She's something scarier than a demon."

Fanfu trembled as he reached for the dagger at his waist, only to find the woman turning her head to look toward their hiding place. Her breathing became heavier beneath the iron mask, and the greatsword dragged sparks across the ground.

"Come out." The cold voice froze their blood. The moment Dominica raised his sword, Fanfu closed his eyes and shielded the boy beneath him. The expected pain didn't come, but instead he could hear the muffled sound of metal slicing through flesh.

The three Assault Beasts that attacked from the rooftop were split into six pieces by a single sword strike. Dominica shook off the filth on his sword and extended a chain from under his robe to pull the two men behind him.

"I only kill traitors. If you don't want to die, follow me closely."

So far, no soldier of hell has been able to survive a blow from her sword. Only those surviving mortals are allowed to follow her. The mortals follow this evil star trembling with fear, and the simple weapons in their hands cannot bring them any sense of security.

"Is this the last room?" "Yes... yes! Sir!" "Sir, be careful!!"

"Chi——" (01); Lingyi lacquer 飼五+~jiu silk leek thread

Behind the door, a heavy infantryman wearing heavy armor and a Roman helmet pressed the flamethrower switch at the swordsman, and the raging flames in the hellfire lake gushed out. Anyone who was touched by the flames would be burned forever until they were destroyed!

The hell runes on the fuel tank glowed, and Dominic plunged the giant sword into the ground at the moment the heat wave hit him. The barrier formed by God's power collided with the flames and burst into dazzling light. The mortals huddled behind the lioness like a group of quails, shivering.

Suddenly, a woman hiding in a shelter in the distance screamed - a young man was knocked to the ground by the air wave.

"Hide behind me!"

The swordsman's pupils suddenly constricted. The Hell Heavy Infantryman smirked and turned his gun. Dominic flung his battle robe behind him, and the sacred scripture engraved on it shone brilliantly, forcibly pushing back the flames for a moment.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, she dodged, grabbed the boy and threw him into the crowd.

"Burn! Maggots, let the world tremble in the flames of hell!!"

The heavy infantry grinned as they aimed their flamethrowers at the mortals who, on the fetid, tar-soaked shores of the Hellfire Lake, meditated, chanted, and performed sickening rituals in the burning temples scattered along the shore. The flames seared the pilgrims' skin, but they cared little, reveling in the magnificent spectacle afforded by the twisted black flames.

The world will burn forever in the flames of hell.

“You will all—” “Shut up, heretic!”

Dominica used the giant sword as a shield and stuck it into the ground with one hand. With the other hand, she pulled out the stick from behind her back. She aimed at the disgusting burned face under the helmet and threw it hard!

“Puff—” “No—you damn—” “BOOM!”

The hell soldier fell straight down, the wooden stick pierced his visor and poked through the fuel line behind him, causing a big explosion.

"Ah-"

Dominica heard the sound of flesh colliding with lava behind him—mortals used their bodies to block the flying slag, and puffs of green smoke rose from their backs. They spontaneously formed a human wall, using scavenged iron sheets to protect the wounded in the team.

The corners of Dominican's mouth curled up slightly under the mask.

"Your Excellency, Saint..." A mortal trembled as he handed over the burnt robe. "Your..."

Dominica pulled out the stick: "Wipe it clean and I'll take you home."

“Thank you…thank you!!”

The mortals knelt down and bowed to her. Dominica turned around, waved her hand while holding her stick, and walked slowly towards the church with a group of mortals behind her.

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At this time, inside the church

"Alright, brothers, I'm going to tell you how to dispel the plague. In an emergency—like right now, if you're stranded in an abandoned church—how do you make some disinfectant?"

Neos, wearing a priest's robe that he had just dug out of the cellar, explained some basic life knowledge to the pilgrims sitting cross-legged on the ground in front of him.

"Use disinfectant! Mr. Saint Neos, just like this... like this... and then turn on the power like this!"

A pilgrim stepped forward under Neos's approving gaze and demonstrated to everyone the steps that Neos had just taken to make the disinfectant.

"Hey? Why are there no bubbles? I'm powered on?"

Seeing that he failed to achieve the effect that Saint Neos wanted when he tried to make it, the pilgrim was so anxious that he almost cried.

"Is the generator broken?" Valentine asked.

"Broken? That would be a big trouble... Let me take a look. I'm not a professional, and I don't know how to repair it. How about this, my family has a way to communicate with machines--" Neos was also a little at a loss, so he could only repair it himself.

"Watch out, gentlemen! This is how my hometown communicates with machines—" "Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Neos slapped the generator casing twice. The sound of his palms colliding with steel echoed in the church hall, and everyone stared at the generator on the stage.

"Buzz-buzz-!"