About the time I was picked up and adopted by Tallulah

"It exploded... But I don't have time to find a shooting range right now, so I'll just use those things as training."

Orson sighed. If possible, he really hoped to go to the quiet streets to find Captain Olga to learn a round of shooting. He would practice as a novice at the shooting range before officially taking up his post.

But it was obvious that there was no room for that now, as the sharp howls of those things rubbing against each other outside the monastery were becoming more and more obvious.

"Hey-"

Orson secretly summoned the Rest Symbol and attached it to his arm to amplify it.

After his physical ability was greatly improved, Orson easily picked up the revolver with one hand and buckled the strap of the ammunition box around his waist with the other hand. His aura instantly became 40K.

"Ok?"

After preparing the Gatling gun, Orson noticed that there was an automatic rifle lying in the secret compartment behind the bookshelf. However, what Orson was concerned about was not the rifle itself, but the fact that the part of the rifle that originally belonged to the handguard was actually wrapped with an extra chain saw on the outside.

——This should be able to be used by Laurentina.

Thinking of this, Orson took the chainsaw gun over.

"Although these bullets seem like a lot, considering the Gatling gun's rate of fire, they probably aren't that abundant.

Orson estimated the amount of bullets in reserve, and it was actually not enough for him to fire at will.

Since these bullets are AP bullets that are extremely expensive in other countries, they must be used more efficiently.

There is a certain depression angle between the second floor of the monastery and the ground, and the distance is too delicate to carry out vertical attacks, so it would be better to move to the first floor of the monastery to meet the enemy.

"Well, it's decided then."

After making the decision, Orson nodded to the dean, and then prepared to return to the monastery lobby again. At this time, the indescribable army of creatures from the deep sea was slowly approaching the Pala Monastery.

Boom! !

The door on the first floor of the monastery was pushed open, and the national idol Jeanne d'Arc, who had previously said "I'll be back in a while", appeared in front of everyone again as expected.

But this time, her appearance seemed a little... too "explosive".

“——Wow.”

Almost everyone's attention was instantly drawn to Sister Joan of Arc, and everyone spontaneously uttered various exclamations.

At this moment, the "Sister" was holding a chainsaw gun in her left hand that looked too rough and violent, and in her right hand was a revolver that was usually only seen in the hands of religious knights parading on major festivals. On the back of her small body was an ammunition box that was almost as tall as herself.

All in all, at first glance, no one can equate the existence of this "nun" with idolization. At this time, the style and equipment of "Miss Jeanne d'Arc" would not be out of place even if it was thrown into the set of Alien/Predator/Alien vs. Predator next door.

"Um... well, everyone, for an idol, carrying a box of ammunition on his back and a Gatling gun in his hands, this kind of scene is actually quite normal, isn't it~?"

'Miss Jeanne' seemed to have sensed the crowd's overly glaring gazes, and she immediately repeated her old trick, winking at everyone and speaking with a somewhat coquettish smile.

"..."

Everyone was silent. Orson sighed softly. It turned out that the so-called "idols" were not omnipotent. At least he couldn't fool these people. Now he looked like he was doing some kind of "idol activity". This explanation was too far-fetched.

However, just as Orson finished sighing, the crowd, which had been silent, burst into cheers at the same time the next second.

"Ohhhh! As expected of our Miss Jeanne!" "Look! That small, fragile body and the ultimate embodiment of violence in her hands, at the same time, create such a contradictory yet beautiful picture!" "Although I'm not an idol otaku, I have to admit that the moment I saw that nun holding the revolver, I was BOKI"

—Woowawawa…

Orson was shocked by this group of people who came to realize the situation and started celebrating. Their enthusiasm seemed to be even more intense than before.

Perhaps it's because the Laterans themselves are very interested in firearms, and the so-called "idol" is really a basket that can hold anything, coupled with the adrenaline secreted due to fear, a series of factors lead to the fanaticism.

But it's better this way. Instead of trembling with fear and losing their minds, they can remain calm and hopeful because of their existence. This is much better than the former.

"Tina, go on."

Orson threw the chainsaw gun in his hand to Ghost Shark. Ghost Shark reached out and took the strangely shaped gun with a chainsaw embedded in the front end, revealing a bloodthirsty and terrifying smile.

"Hehehe... You have really good taste, Miss Jeanne~ You really want to see it, don't you? You want to see blood and bones splattering everywhere, turning into a beautiful picture of blood rain..."

Ghost Shark smiled coldly, stroking the chainsaw with a cracked mouth.

"Wow, he's still a monster!" "Why would Miss Jeanne d'Arc recruit a fellow like that as a nun?" "Could it be that Miss Jeanne d'Arc is the passive one?"

The crowd started chattering about the ghost shark again.

Under normal circumstances, Orson would have certainly refuted these prejudices, but there was no time to do so now.

"Everyone! We're surrounded by deep-sea monsters, and more of them are approaching the monastery from the border. I will meet them here, and please trust me. Do not leave this temporary fortress no matter what!"

"Idol Joan of Arc" declared so, and then he came to the side of the monastery facing the border of the wilderness, smashed the frosted glass, and placed Gatling's heretic on the edge of the window frame that was still covered with broken glass.

“…Then, what are those…!?”

As the glass broke, everyone saw the scene outside the monastery, and at the same time, the "heart of fear" that had originally stabilized once again engulfed everyone.

Outside the monastery, the scene that meets the eye is "distorted paleness".

Those strange-looking monsters from the deep sea have two things in common: they are twisted and pale.

Twisted movements, twisted roars and screams.

Pale 'skin', pale meaning of existence.

Countless such individuals were linked together, and they approached the monastery together, like a wave that could swallow people.

Yet something always has to fight against the waves.

"Boom boom boom boom boom!!!"

Suddenly, a burst of sound erupted from the monastery hall. The barrel of the revolver began to rotate, spewing flames, and the feed port was like Ceobe who had sneaked into the cafeteria, swallowing up the armor-piercing bullets transported from the ammunition boxes without end.

The sound coming from the muzzle of a Gatling gun is actually essentially the sonic boom that triggers the bullet to explode and fly away again and again.

But because the rotation speed of this thing was so outrageous, those "individual gunshots" were connected together, and finally merged into one.

That sound... if I had to describe it, it was more like the sound of a [large chainsaw used for logging] being started.

In exchange for the eardrum-piercing sound of a "timbersaw", the "white waves" that were about to approach the monastery were indeed torn apart in large pieces as if they were "cut" by a timber saw.

The Gatling gun kept spinning and spewing out tongues of fire, and the shells fell to the ground with a clanging sound.

An armor-piercing bullet was fired from one of the muzzles of the revolver. It penetrated the center of the first "flower", twisted and tore the upper jaw of the pincer-like monster behind the "flower", then pierced the shell of the pale red incubator further back, and finally embedded itself into the body of that thing.

And this scene is being repeated dozens of times every minute and every second.

The revolver in Orson's hand was like the wooden stick in Moses' hand that opened the sea. He used his own strength to suppress the terrifying "white wave".

—Wow… So this is what it feels like to use a revolver!?

On the other side, Orson, who was fighting against the wave, didn't even have time to breathe. He pressed the trigger with one hand and held the handle of the Gatling gun with the other hand, constantly fine-tuning the direction of "felling", not daring to relax at all.

To give an example, Orson at this moment is like being on a motorcycle speeding downhill at 200 miles per hour at an angle of nearly 45 degrees.

The hand holding the trigger was like holding the handlebars of a motorcycle. At this moment, all I could do was use all my energy to try to maintain my balance.

Orson knew that if he relaxed even a little, he would fall off the motorcycle, which was on the verge of overturning, and hit the ground at a speed of 200 miles per hour. The result was obvious.

The Originium skills were triggered at such a high frequency with almost no rest time. Orson's vision was not sure whether it was due to full blood or excessive tension, and even his visual range became smaller.

Just like a motorcyclist can only pay attention to the downhill slope in front of him, Orson's eyes were now fixed on the still surging white wave.

And because of this, at the edge of Orson's original sight, a pure white "white flower" with a spear at its center that could penetrate iron suddenly rushed out from the very edge of his vision, which had now become Orson's "blind spot".

"——!?"

—I had clearly just cleared that place out…wait, those eggshell-like corpses…did this guy use his companions’ bodies as shields, hiding behind them and finding a blind spot in my vision, then seize the opportunity to attack!?

These things are not purely brainless. Some of them already understand the operating principles, power, and even... the flaws and blind spots of the revolver in Orson's hand.

The learning ability of these things is stronger than originally expected...!

The opponent's attack was completely unexpected. After all, Orson had no energy left to activate the frequency detection at this moment. He was even about to lose the strength to maintain the rest in his muscles.

Because of this, when the sharp 'spear' of that thing was aimed at him, Orson suddenly realized that he didn't even have any means of 'counterattack'.

It was obvious that he didn't have time to slowly turn the muzzle of the Gatling gun in his hand, and the pause that was usually used for self-defense was now used to increase muscle strength.

Is it possible to just temporarily release the revolver... But if I do that, the already shaky defense line will probably be completely swallowed up in an instant?

Orson couldn't find a way to avoid the attack, but before he had to make a choice, the roar of the chainsaw beside his ear gave Orson the answer -

“Buzz—boom boom boom!!!”

"Hahahaha! How funny! The guys from the deep sea have actually come onto the land. Has your home been swallowed up as well? But this place has already been occupied in advance!"

For a moment, it was impossible to tell whether it was the chainsaw or the ghost shark's almost insane laughter that was even more deafening.

When he came to his senses, the ghost shark had already come close to Orson, and the chainsaw accurately blocked the intersection of the pale sea monster's spear, bursting out bloody fragments of flesh and blood.

"Hahaha, that's right, dance, wail! Just like that, turn everything into pieces!"

The ghost shark laughed loudly, and she raised the chainsaw gun from bottom to top with both hands, and the sea monster that was originally hanging on it was forcibly torn into two halves.

"Be careful... No, now is not the time to be careful."

Seeing the ghost shark suddenly rushing out, Orson instinctively wanted to stop it and tell it to be careful and not get hurt.

But Orson soon realized that this was no longer a situation where "caution" could be used. Those things had a clear goal, no hesitation, and even a certain degree of intelligence.

The only result of being cautious is being surrounded and having even your bones eaten away. What you should do at this moment is -

"Crush all that stuff, Tina!!"

Orson pulled the trigger again, and the sharp blade formed by the bullets tore the white waves apart again, and Orson also roared with all his strength at the ghost shark that rushed into the enemy group.

“——Ahh, leave it to me.”

The ghost shark surrounded by blood and flesh was stunned for a moment, then smiled at Orson and waved the chainsaw gun in his hand again.

On the other side, several fangirl nuns inside the monastery lobby looked at the two people in front of them who no longer belonged to the category of "human beings" with extremely nervous and worried expressions.

"I-I should go help too, right? Miss Jeanne looks so pale... and Miss Tina is walking on the edge of a knife!"

One of the nuns looked worriedly at Joan of Arc, who was constantly manipulating the Gatling gun to fire armor-piercing shells at the edge of the window, and at the Phantom Shark, who was slightly ahead of the battle line, constantly fighting and disintegrating the white monsters.

Although Orson never stopped firing the revolver, it was obvious that this weapon was not designed with "continuous firing" as its selling point.

Orson's face was extremely pale, a sign of exhaustion caused by the continuous use of Originium skills.

On the other side, the ghost shark's body was covered with wounds, but the broken flesh and bright red liquid were all mixed together, making it impossible to distinguish whose blood and whose "incompleteness" it was.

"Yes... Being able to wield a revolver with bare hands is already an incredible miracle, but if this continues, Miss Jeanne will definitely collapse first... We have to do something!"

"But... Lateran law prohibits the use of guard guns in monasteries—"

The nuns were cautious and hesitant, thinking about what to do in this situation. At this moment, the abbess of the Pala Monastery appeared in the lobby, dragging a box full of strange long metal strips behind her.

“Those are…!”

The nuns' eyes widened, and some civilians also noticed the true nature of the "things" that the abbess brought - in the box were more than a dozen Lateran rifles of different models and performances.

"Those who are still able to fight, come to me and receive weapons!"

The dean yelled at the dazed people, raising his weapon.

"But, but Abbot, the creed of our monastery—"

"Human life is paramount! If you don't want to die, take up your weapons. Don't let Miss Jeanne and Miss Tina break through alone, and don't let them protect all of us!"

The dean's words were like a flame that ignited straw. In an instant, dozens of civilians rushed to the box and picked out their own weapons.

Several nuns looked at each other, lifted the floor tiles of the small underground storage room, and took out the Originium bullets that could be traded as precious metals in other countries.

In almost an instant, the originally isolated and helpless monastery suddenly turned into a fully armed "battle fortress".

Although the monastery itself had a certain amount of weapons and bullets stored, if Orson had not acted as the "Joan of Arc" to stabilize the initial panic, these people would probably have been slaughtered without even being able to resist.

The people who had previously been crouching and defending themselves with their heads in their hands loaded their guns and instantly transformed into the sturdy and authentic Lateran people. They flocked to the windows on both sides of the church and pulled the trigger at those indescribable objects.

The scene finally changed from a shaky suspension bridge to a tit-for-tat "offensive", and this time the white waves hit the unshakable reefs.

The barrel of the Gatling gun had exploded due to overheating at some point. Orson, who was holding an automatic rifle and constantly pulling the trigger, noticed a pincer-shaped monster hiding among the corpses and suddenly attacked a nun next to him.

"careful!"

Orson pulled the nun aside, pointed the gun at the pincer-shaped monster and pulled the trigger.

Puff puff puff!

The monster's body was pierced by bullets, but in this moment of gap, several scattered, eggshell-like monsters surrounded it.

--Oops!

Orson instinctively protected the nun behind him, ready to take the attack with his back, but——

brake!!!