Chapter 2740 - 1853: The Curtain Rises (Realizing I Can’t Even Write Anymore)

Chapter 2740: Chapter 1853: The Curtain Rises (Realizing I Can’t Even Write Anymore)

For the soldiers, this was a tormenting battle. Even when facing those Infected earlier, they were mentally prepared to strike. After all, those people seemed deranged, like lunatics with aggressive tendencies.

However, when a group of girls is crying and begging you to stop, most people would unconsciously hesitate.

"Why aren’t you shooting?"

"But, they are not attacking us, they just hope we can stop!"

That’s right, this is the dilemma the survivors faced. They already knew these girls were not human, and their bodies would melt after being killed. Yet, the humans of this world did not hold the extreme human supremacy ideology like the Tribunal. So, although they knew these girls seemed not to be human, it didn’t mean they could harden their hearts to act against them.

Thus, after charging into the school, the survivors quickly divided into three factions: one group firmly supported the Tribunal’s orders, another remained neutral, and yet another firmly opposed such inhumane practices.

This rapidly intensified the three-sided conflict, forcing the short-haired woman to report to Duanmu Huai.

"Many people think this is wrong. They strongly refuse, even preferring to be punished rather than harm those... students."

"Because they didn’t fight back?"

"Yes."

The short-haired woman nodded with a troubled expression.

"Even when facing gun barrels, those girls did not attack but only pleaded... Great Judge, continuing this way might make things worse. Do we really have to kill them? No matter how you look at it, they haven’t shown any threat at all?"

"The reason these Demons haven’t shown any threat is simply that you have not threatened them."

"Not threatened them?"

"That’s right."

Duanmu Huai nodded.

"The girls you see were indeed once human, but now, their bodies have become nests for Demons. To put it in terms you understand, it’s like in horror movies where Evil Spirits occupy human bodies... Do you understand what I mean?"

Duanmu Huai didn’t cut off the communication, so he knew the other survivors also heard his conversation with the short-haired woman. He also acknowledged that the Obsessive Sin trick indeed had its effect. After all, a plain laser gun might destroy these demon host bodies, but it wouldn’t affect the Demons themselves much.

On the contrary, mercilessly torturing them would instead give these Demons an unusual thrill and excitement.

Hmm, total perverts.

But luckily, Duanmu Huai had ways to deal with perverts.

"I understand... but in that case, we can’t perform an exorcism like in the movies..."

"That’s artistic expression, and as you’ve seen, the girls’ original bodies have long mutated. Even if, by a stretch, we could exorcise the Demons and awaken their original Souls like in the movies, it would only trap their consciousness in a pile of decaying flesh—off-topic, let’s get back on track. The reason these Demons do not retaliate is because your attacks have essentially no effect on them."

"Huh? But we clearly killed those Demons..."

"You’ve only killed their hosts. Once they lose their host, they simply cannot remain in the real world and must return to Subspace—or you could call it Hell; you wouldn’t be wrong. Therefore, in a sense, these Demons are immortal, so they don’t care if you destroy their hosts. Thus, even if you shoot them full of holes, they won’t fight back. Because this only deepens your guilt, leading to unrest and division just like now... This is the Demons’ trick, an old ploy."

"So... what should we do?"

It must be said that hearing Duanmu Huai’s explanation, the short-haired woman’s expression shifted slightly. Although Duanmu Huai only gave a simple explanation, she realized that these Demons were far beyond their imagination. Even if they do nothing, they can still divide these soldiers... Can that even be possible?

"It’s very simple."

Duanmu Huai sneered.

"I’ve said it before, these Demons play around because they’re not afraid of death, but if you can actually kill them, that’s another matter. You know, the more long-lived something is, the more it fears death, especially creatures like Demons that basically can’t die. When it knows it will face death, that resistance would be fiercer than anything."

This is even more so for the Obsessive Sin. Duanmu Huai didn’t know what it personally thought, but Destruction represents the void of everything, which means the Obsessive Sin and the Demons could no longer experience any emotion. For them, who draw Strength from intense emotions, that would be the most terrifying, wouldn’t it?

"Then... what should we do? Do we need Holy Water?"

"No need to bother with that, what you need to do is very simple, that is, aim at the enemy, raise your gun, and then shout out..."

"Blood Sacrifice War God, Skull Sacrifice to the Throne!"

The cry of Mianmu Zuoniao abruptly burst from the communication loop, and Duanmu Huai shrugged his shoulders.

"Just that, and then attack them, and you’ll know if these guys are truly unafraid of death."

For Duanmu Huai, this was a last resort. The people of this world had never truly believed in deities, so their faith was not devout, and thus their use of the Power of Destruction was far less intuitive than those Tribunal warriors in other worlds.

However, Mianmu Zuoniao’s madness gave Duanmu Huai an excellent idea. It’s like a password—if you don’t respond with the password, no one knows whose side you’re on. But if you shout the password, at least I know you’re on my side, and then I can grant you the Power of Destruction.

This slogan... Duanmu Huai thought it was fine and didn’t need changing.

He originally wanted to create some slogans like "Balala Energy, grant me strength" to see if those who believed in the Tribunal would choose dignity or life in the face of a demon’s mortal threat.

But Mary desperately stopped Duanmu Huai from pursuing this idea... even seriously stating that if he went through with it, she would quit the Tribunal.

So Duanmu Huai had to reluctantly abandon this choice and instead used Mianmu Zuoniao’s relatively standard slogan.

By the way, Mianmu Zuoniao claimed that he suddenly thought of this slogan, like some kind of revelation...

"Just like that?"

Although the short-haired girl felt that the Tribunal’s religious attributes were already maxed out, it still seemed to have untapped potential.

"Just that simple."

Duanmu Huai shrugged his shoulders.

"Practice makes perfect, you’ll know if it works by trying."

And these statements naturally reached every soldier’s ears through the communication circuit. They glanced at each other, and some of their expressions began to waver.

This method was simple and crude, but also straightforward, as most people vaguely understood that demons, indeed, felt pain or were expelled when hearing spells.

But this spell was just too simple.

"What to do?"

"You’ll know by trying,"

An old soldier coldly replied, then raised the laser gun in his hand, aimed at a shivering, terrified girl curled up not far away. He had once been just an ordinary person, but the apocalypse changed everything, and now he had become a loyal believer of the Tribunal. Especially after learning that the plague that devastated the world and harmed his family originated from an Evil God, he was even more determined to avenge his wife and children immediately.

Now, he had become a loyal follower of the Tribunal, for this old soldier, anyone who stood in the way of his revenge must die!

"Blood Sacrifice War God, Skull Offering Throne!"

The old soldier tightened his grip on his weapon and shouted at the girl in front of him, yet at that moment, he suddenly felt the spot on his chest with the Judgement Court Badge heat up. It felt as though a searing iron branding appeared there, the heat coursing through his body into his hands, and soon, the old soldier felt his cold gun seemed to become an extension of his flesh and blood.

At the same time, the expressions on the girls opposite changed instantly.

One moment, they were playing the role of shivering, harmless, and pitiful girls, but in the next moment, they opened their mouths wide—the mouths were as large as three heads put together—and emitted an ear-piercing scream. The noise rushed like an angry wave, and many soldiers, caught off guard, felt as though they had been struck by a thunderbolt, losing control of their bodies. In the next instant, the girls who seemed innocent, kind, beautiful, and lovely began to transform.

Their fingers became sharp and slender, their bodies hunched together like firewood dogs. A long tail swung in front, exuding a vile and dirty aura. Then they let out a sharp laugh, leaping forward like beasts lunging at their prey!

"Die, you monsters!!"

The old soldier roared, pulling the trigger, and a beam of light shot out from the muzzle.

Compared to the usual beam, the red laser seemed more vivid, although the old soldier wasn’t sure if it was just his imagination. But when the beam struck the approaching demon, it let out a heart-wrenching scream—not the pretentious act from before, but filled with uncontrollable fear and despair, desperately flailing its claws while glaring at the old soldier with vengeful eyes, reaching out its twisted, deformed claws. An ordinary person would be scared just witnessing this scene, yet the old soldier at that moment was filled with rage.

He roared, ignored the demon’s claws, and rushed forward, jamming the gun into the demon’s open mouth.

"Die!!"

With a shout, he pulled the trigger again, this time, the demon completely exploded, consumed by the blazing flames.

The old soldier stared at the fire in front of him, took a breath, and stepped back. He glanced around, the other demons were also utterly destroyed, with several survivor corpses lying on the ground. At that moment, they had turned their backs on these demons, entirely focused on protecting them, so when the demons shed their guise, they had no time to react and became the first casualties.

The old soldier caught his breath, glared fiercely at the other soldiers, some had determined expressions, while others appeared regretful and frightened.

But he said nothing, simply tightened his grip on his weapon and raised it high.

"Blood Sacrifice War God, Skull Offering Throne!"

With this slogan, a battle commenced.