Does the mechanical girl dream of the Messiah?

The slender figure remained motionless. Just when the zombies thought she had completely given up resistance and were about to pounce on her from behind, they found that her figure had disappeared from the original place without a trace.

The next moment, five slender black fingers had pierced into the back of its neck. The metal skeleton reflected a faint light under the red moon. There were no words in her mouth, no feeling in her eyes. She simply tightened her fingers, and crushed the cervical vertebrae of the zombie as easily as walking and breathing.

puff.

From the beginning to the end, there was not a single unnecessary sound, except for the slight noise when the five black iron fingers were pulled out of the flesh.

——So fast…

Lunicia looked at what was happening in front of her with a look of shock.

She could only "see" the girl's movements, and could not even accurately grasp the trajectory of her actions. The girl was much faster than the ghouls, ghoul priests, and gog giants. She was very sure that if she were to become an enemy of them, she might be able to hold on for a short period of time with her giant sword and magic, but in the end she would definitely be no match for them.

——No, now is not the time to think about this...

There are more important things to do.

She gritted her teeth, and tried her best to move her broken body, dragging the giant sword with her hands wrapped in cloth strips.

She didn't intend to just stand there and wait until the girl wiped out all the enemies before doing something. This was not her style, not for her as a rookie, immature and somewhat impulsive girl.

She walked down the mountain of rubble step by step, approaching the ghoul priest who was staring at the battle situation.

On the other side, the battle has officially begun.

One ghoul lost its life silently, but the remaining ghouls had no intention of retreating. The idea of ​​retreat had long been lost in their rotten and corrupt brains. As a branch favored by the Twins of Blasphemy and as members of the "Holy Family" with strict hierarchy, the meaning of their existence, apart from greedily eating living things, was to fight for the wishes of the Twins of Blasphemy and senior family members, and fight until death.

Since going it alone is unlikely to be effective, let's do it together.

With this idea in mind, the zombies that had been waiting for an opportunity nearby rushed forward together, intending to tear the broken body into pieces in a round of encirclement.

Even so, she still didn't move.

She just stood there, her high-heeled feet tapping the ground. She looked up at the black sky, gazing at the blood-red moon with her golden eyes, muttering to herself in silence, letting the blood on her fingertips drip slowly.

The world seemed so small in her eyes that it could not accommodate those ugly figures.

In the eyes of the ghouls, this attack was bound to succeed - the unevasive figure was simply unable to cope with the sharp claws attacking from all directions. They were the best hunters in the darkness underground, and such a simple hunt was impossible to fail.

The reality is that they came up empty-handed.

This is simply not possible.

It looked like the girl hadn't even left the spot. Even so, the impenetrable encirclement of sharp claws had no effect at all. Their vision, which was only gray and white, didn't catch what was happening.

In fact, if you replay what happened just now at a slow speed, you can easily understand what happened - the girl was not motionless, she just moved her body with the smallest amplitude, and her slender body easily got into the narrow blind spot between the claws. Just relying on such a simple movement, she completely avoided the "almost watertight" attack of the zombie.

Then what needs to be done becomes even simpler.

Her feet stepped on the gravel in an elegant rhythm, and the black iron high heels splashed a dignified dance music, and her body also walked with the music. She stepped on the pace of the round dance, and in a flash, she had already come behind a ghoul. In the moment when it had no time to react, the black iron fingers had gently grasped its forehead from behind and gently pinched it, and then the skull shattered, the eyeballs popped out, and blood and black mucus that was the brain splashed everywhere.

Her feet never left the ground, but she drew circles on the earth with each step. It was clearly a killing, but the scene did not make people feel bloody and terrifying at all. There was only sadness and a kind of cold beauty, just like the ballet she was performing.

But Lunicia had no time to appreciate the beautiful dance.

She had arrived in front of the ghoul priest, struggling to support her body with the giant sword, her brown eyes fixed on the strange face that had lost half of its face.

"Oh... I didn't expect you could still move..."

Its attitude remained contemptuous. Even though it could not understand the strange thing that had just appeared, it had no feelings towards the holy warrior in front of it who was just hanging on to his last breath - at this point, it just felt that this overly tenacious life was really annoying.

Its huge body crawled on all fours and slowly climbed down from the rubble-filled ceremony platform. It looked down at Lunisia, its eyes filled with anger, and smiled as it raised its right claw, wanting to tear her into pieces.

"That giant sword... will collapse halfway through the next swing... right?... You have no chance..."

"What are you talking about..."

She spat out the last of the blood in her mouth, which made her words clearer.

"Do you know the name of this sword?"

"……what?"

The giant claw stopped halfway through its swing.

The ghoul priest was confused again. It didn't mind killing this human who bothered it too much a little later. Before doing so, it wanted to understand why the human in front of it could still say such meaningless nonsense even though it had become like this.

"The Avenger... its name is The Avenger..."

It has no powerful protection and no terrifying strength, but even so, this giant sword, together with its sister sword "The World-Wearer", has left its name in the huge armory of the Glorious Divine Court.

To seek justice for the injustice in the world and to seek justice for the sorrow in the world.

She chose such a weapon, chose the oath of dedication, and set out on a journey as a white knight, and thus gained the power to give a name to her Holy Slash.

The moment he heard the name, the Ghoul Priest's expression froze.

——The mark of the avenger.

It was just a moment, just the feedback of the last bit of strength in her body, just the last attack opportunity of the heavy sword, and she chose to bet everything on this sword as proof of her rebellion against tragedy!

The light is shining, the light is beating, the light is expanding, and the light is turning into the rhythm of life.

In the dazzling light that burst out, the blade and the hilt separated, and the structure of the giant sword could no longer be maintained by the roughness of the forced combination. With the sound of metal breaking, the giant sword once again turned into a shield and a long sword.

You've given it your all, but in the end you still end up failing?

--no.

In the joyful sight of the Ghoul Priest, the separated sword and shield did not do as it expected, causing it to lose power when the Holy Slash was halfway through. Not only that, behind the sword blade that was transforming into a shield, the light burst again and again, each time brighter than the previous one, each time more dazzling than the previous one, and the blade of the giant sword actually hit it straight at it like a cannonball!

boom!

Penetrate, penetrate——

Driven by the light, the blade of the giant sword blasted through the chest of the ghoul priest, turning it into a cavity surrounded by shining glass-like fragments!

Chapter 29: God's Power, Human Will

——How long ago was that?

The rotten brain has long lost its meaning of existence. The things in the chest cavity take on the function of thinking. After the cells in the intestines replace the function of the brain, the sticky turbid fluid in the head really only has the function of decoration.

However, now that the chest cavity was crushed and the false life was rapidly draining away, the mass of decayed mucus began to stir, as if it had regained its former function. Even though it was already broken and tattered, it still worked hard, squeezing itself, extracting what was sealed there and flowing it through the body that was about to be unable to move.

——A long, long time ago, I have forgotten how long it was, there was an ordinary town. The pioneers left the land on which they depended for survival, came to this uninhabited forest, and built this town bit by bit with their own hands. Since the first large equipment they built was a waterwheel, this place was eventually named "Waterwheel Canal".

——There are two young men in the town, one is called Elaine and the other is called Anders.

——One of them was born handsome and sunny. Although he was born into a family that was almost as poor as a poor peasant, he won the love of everyone around him, whether they were rich businessmen or soldiers, farmers or beggars, kind people or evil people, they all thought he was an amazing person and believed that he was capable of running for the next mayor. People felt that he could shoulder this responsibility and bring everyone a happy and stable life.

——One of them was born gloomy and had a hunchback. Even if he had an average appearance, coupled with that annoying expression, he was simply unbearable to look at. Although he was born into an enviable family, originally a noble family, and later changed to business, he had a great reputation both in big cities and here. However, he was not the son of the main wife, nor even the son of the concubine or the concubine. He was just the blood between the master of the house and the servant. As such, he was born to be hated by others. It can even be said that no one wanted him to live in this world. No matter who he was, he would speak ill of him and beat him up.

——There was another woman named Judy. She was also the daughter of a noble family, but a fallen noble. Even so, their family tradition was still serious and they were always thinking about when they could regain their past reputation and wealth.

- Although it sounds incredible, these three boys and girls of similar age have become close friends. They play together, play pranks together, and study how to write homework together in the nearby forest. Although their parents strictly forbid them to contact each other, they still become partners who swear to never separate.

——As they grow older, their abilities also improve. In the beginning, they just did some interesting things together, but later on, they even did big things like saving the town. With flowers and applause, everyone would think that they would become the most dazzling group of people in the town, right?

——But it’s so ridiculous that in the end, only one of them is dazzling.

——As for the other two, one remained unknown, while the other simply became the target of all malice and slander. Just as all the merits were given to one of them, and all the blame was given to the other, people slandered him for just seeking fame, or for having ill intentions towards the beautiful lady, but he just endured it silently, as always.

——And then... that day...

——He made a small mistake in the job he found because of a friend, and his boss showed a devilish look. He first called his colleagues to beat him up, then forced him to eat the wrongly written documents, and then fired him directly. He thought, "Is that it?" and returned home, but his mother died. Although the woman was sarcastic, there was still some blood-based affection. The father didn't take him seriously at all, and ordered his mother's belongings to be burned, and kicked him out of the house. He thought, "This is acceptable," and left the big house with his savings and gifts, but was dragged into an alley and beaten up, and all his money and gifts were robbed...

——That’s it…that’s all…

——When he thought about it, he couldn't help but hope to be comforted. His friends must be willing to accept him, help him, and soothe his soul. With this thought in mind, he ran to the church in a daze. He remembered that Judy was there to help. He couldn't wait, almost begging, to run to the church. He wanted to pour out the words buried in his heart, the short sentence he had been brewing for who knows how many years, "I love you", this should be enough, it doesn't matter whether he is accepted or not, she must understand what he is thinking.

——Everything will be fine...it will definitely be fine...

——Then, it was that scene.

——Anders saw Judy and Elaine hugging and kissing in the middle of the church.

——Anders heard a sound.

——With a “pop”, that was probably the sound of his brain splitting.

Astonishment, anger, and despair entangled on the face of the ghoul priest. These complex expressions were like being thrown into a cauldron of chaos and boiled, devouring each other, merging with each other, and in the end, only indifference like a black hole remained.

It's like accepting something.

As light pierced through its chest, a language incomprehensible to human intelligence poured out of its mouth.

That is the spell that pollutes the land favored by the gods, and it is the signal to begin the sacrifice.

That was the first and last spell bestowed by the Twins of Blasphemy.

——"Contact Nago and Yebu, the twins of blasphemy."

"Varied……?!"

Lunicia stared into the air.

This kind of thing was simply unheard of in her memory.

The dark creature was hit head-on by the Holy Slash and received fatal damage, but it did not die immediately. Instead, it still had the energy to recite the filthy and evil name, stealing the life of the world by using such horrifying spells!

A spell that can directly bring the power of the evil god here!

"What do you think... could have made me... overnight..."

Its words became weaker and weaker, until finally they disappeared into thin air, along with its huge and deformed body, which turned into scattered points of light, like a mirror shattered in the light.

It didn't get to say the last word.

"Let's die together."

Why do we have to work so hard to live in this hopeless world?

Be it love, hope, or that naive sense of justice, in the end they will only become fuel that makes you physically and mentally exhausted. People like you should not be born in this world where there is no salvation.

Since you don't want to become a carefree immortal like me, let me give you a ride.

As a farewell gift to awaken my memory -

A shriveled piece of flesh and blood collapsed from the dissipated chest cavity. At first, the thing could still twitch and wriggle, and grew winding tentacles as if trying to do something, but it soon withered and shrank completely, becoming part of the dust.

That thing is not a simple piece of meat.

Just by seeing that, your thinking will be distorted. You will see things that don't exist in front of your eyes and hear sounds that don't exist in your ears. It's as if the world has appeared out of thin air with hundreds of unheard-of colors, interweaving between the sky and the earth, weaving into one hanging "cocoon" after another.

There is no doubt that it is the flesh and blood of "God".

Only this kind of thing can cause such horrific pollution and provide such terrifying power. It was with the help of this fingernail-sized piece of flesh that Anders Amommian was fortunate enough to come into contact with forbidden knowledge, and he went from being a simple cultist to a "magician", transforming his body into something inhuman, learning the spells in "The Corpse Eater Fragment", rewriting the operation of the fragments of the Goddess of Death's kingdom, and turning himself into a priest with great power among the ghouls.

It is precisely because of this that it can release the spell of contacting the Twins of Blasphemy in this land that has not yet been destroyed by the "divine disaster".

After all, that is the flesh and blood of the god Nago!

The sky was darkening at a speed visible to the naked eye. The gloomy sky, which originally saw nothing but the blood moon, was now pitch black. Countless thick dark clouds were swirling in the sky like living things, gathering into a black sea of ​​the sky. Even so, they were unable to cover the bloody moon. However, they did not care about this. The black cloud woven by the deformed locusts only existed as a messenger and did not have its own consciousness.

All they had to do was respond to the call of the spell and weave into a black sea of ​​clouds—and then twist into two huge whirlpools.

It was as if two holes extending upward appeared in the sky. Even though the surrounding black sea of ​​clouds was oppressive enough, the two black cavities looked even deeper and more terrifying. Just by looking at them, instincts would begin to burn and wail, thoughts would become cloudy, eyes would become bloodshot, indescribable terror lingered there, and the things at the end of the holes could even tear apart the terror itself.

The change happened almost instantly.

Lunicia was barely given time to react. By the time her hazy consciousness responded, the terrifying spell was almost complete. The terrifying and powerful negative energy was growing and expanding, forcibly opening a crack in the sky.

——In fact, she did have measures to deal with this situation.

In her waist bag, just as the ghoul priest expected, there was a "Dispel Magic Spell Scroll".

Moreover, as a true "preparation to counter accidents of the level of the God's Descent Ritual", it is not just an ordinary three-ring dispel magic - as a "super-limit spell scroll" that allows people to release high-ring spells much more powerful than their own abilities at no cost, this precious scroll seals the "nine-ring super-ring dispel magic" released by the highest priest himself.

As long as it is torn apart, any spell that may cause the advent of evil divine power will be eliminated without a trace - this should be the case in theory.

However, Xiyeli would never have thought that the object of "invitation" would be the "blasphemous twins".

The "Blasphemy Twins" have a very famous and troublesome feature.

Any kind of divine magic or ability they release... is "twin".

As the name suggests, it means "twice as much" as other existences.

The last bit of strength that Lunisia had recovered was almost gone. She tried her best to take out the spell scroll, but she could only stare at the sky, biting her lips in shock and anxiety. There, in the terrifying black vortex, two huge balls of light were wriggling, one was a dirty earthy yellow, and the other was a greenish gray. They were trembling like living creatures, waving their tentacles, and disdaining everything in the world.

Of course, no matter how disdainful they are, they are still willing to serve as God's tentacles to satisfy the believers' prayers.

Anders Amoumian's prayer is also simple.

kill.