The Strange Man Who Won't Leave Shirou Alone / Shirou's Church...

"I'll cut off his nose, fingers, and toes, and stuff them all into his mouth so he chokes to death!"

The next group began a competition of their most bizarre killing methods.

Yamada was devastated. Although he had made some mistakes in the past, he was terrified of killing people; just thinking about it gave him nightmares.

Bang!!!

Buzzing!!!

Strange noises came from outside the door.

"What's the matter?"

A young man dressed in a white religious robe walked in, carrying a chainsaw. The engine was roaring, and the chainsaw was spinning at an extremely fast speed.

The pristine white robe looked exceptionally fitting on the young man, who walked calmly and leisurely into the room.

"Excuse me," the man in the white robe said politely in Japanese, after glancing at Yamada, who was closest to the door.

"Ah... yes! I'm sorry." Yamada realized he was blocking the way and quickly moved aside. To be honest, he didn't want to get close to the car at all.

"Damn it! Who let you in?!" one of the assisting staff members cursed.

"Of course they came in. Those who deserved to be killed have already been killed." The man in the white robe said calmly, lifting a large chainsaw with one hand, demonstrating extraordinary arm strength.

At this moment, the interviewer sitting in the middle suddenly changed his expression.

"Wait! That white robe is... Oh no! It belongs to the bishop of that church!"

"Damn it, the information was leaked!" the transvestite cursed, immediately leaving his seat and turning to run away. However, there were no other doors in the room, so he ran towards the window; at this point, jumping out the window was better than staying there.

"Interviewees! Get moving, kill him! Anyone who's helped out, I'll hire them immediately! You'll get paid accordingly." The man in military pants flipped open his gear, pulled out his gun, and threw it to the interviewees below, shouting loudly.

Upon hearing this, all the interviewees turned their attention to the man in the white robe.

One by one, they picked up the weapons thrown by the interviewer, taking up guns and knives, their eyes gleaming with menace.

So what if you have a chainsaw? What can be faster than a gun? Even the best fighter can't take on more than ten people.

The interviewees decided to use the white-robed man's life as a blood sacrifice for their new jobs.

The visitor was Shirou. After arriving in the City of Sin, he established a church to fight against the place with the highest crime rate and the lowest happiness level in the world. There was no specific god; people only needed to pray and repent to what they believed in their hearts.

Normally, he manages the church, giving alms to the poor who come to it and helping lost sheep. But when he receives accurate information, he will set off to wipe out dens of thieves or drug dealers' farms.

"May the necessary evil of death be bestowed upon the lost sheep of the criminal; may they be reborn as good people!"

Shirou walked into the room like a ghost, approaching the people who had pointed their weapons at him, and then... without blinking, he pushed the chainsaw into their bodies.

Chapter 1136 The Strange Man Who Becomes Entangled with Shirou

Have you ever witnessed the dance of cranes that died for love?

It is said that there is a special kind of male crane in the Northeast Plain. It dances gracefully on the snow in winter to woo a female crane it likes. Cranes are said to be the most devoted creatures in the world, dancing only for one female crane. If the female crane does not accept its advances, the crane will keep dancing and dancing.

Until it starts coughing up blood, the blood will flow down its mouth, onto its chest, and onto its wings, turning its snow-white body pink.

The dance performed at this time is said to be the most beautiful dance in the world, and an art form that humankind can never reach.

At this moment, Yamada had a strange sense of disorientation, as if the man in the white robe was the crane, performing a beautiful and artistic dance.

Blood plasma was everywhere, turning the four walls and ceiling into a sticky red mess.

The man who barged in wearing a white robe was now dressed in blood and pink.

Yamada felt that the man in the white robe wasn't killing, but rather creating a work of art; even the blood-soaked room seemed pleasing to the eye.

Shirou moved with light steps, easily dodging the incoming bullets; the modern firearms seemed to pose no threat to him.

A man wielding a machete lunged at Shirou, then was sliced into seven or eight pieces along with the machete by a chainsaw.

"Your Bishop Lord, please save me! I was forced to come here."

A woman with bright red lipstick approached Shirou in a sweet voice, a small knife hidden on her back. She flirted with him as she got closer, then had half of her face sliced off by a Shirou.

Shirou snatched the knife from behind the woman and threw it towards the bedside without even looking.

The transvestite who ran to the window was stabbed in the back of the head by the dagger thrown by Shirou and fell to the ground.

A man who was about to throw an iron ball at Shirou broke down and ran outside.

"Waaaaaah!"

However, Shirou didn't let him off the hook and cut him into a cross shape!

Those who initially thought they had a chance of winning remembered the legend of the City of Sin, a corner of hell where an apostle of God preached, the most dangerous being for the wicked. Murderers would be killed, and perpetrators would be punished accordingly.

"Damn it!" the interviewer in military trousers cursed under his breath, overturning the table and lifting a cylindrical Gatling gun from underneath. The cartridge cases were connected to a long row of.58-inch brass rim-fired ammunition.

The man in military trousers, his face contorted with rage, shouted at Shirou, "Take this! I bet you can't dodge it!"

The Gatling gun barrel fired a barrage of bullets at Shirou. Shirou raised his robe to shield himself, and the bullets struck Shirou white robe as if hitting a wall.

Shirou grabbed a bullet and threw it back, piercing the forehead of the man in military trousers.

All the wicked are crying out in despair at this moment; they have nowhere to escape.

The last villain in the room fell to the ground, and the roar of the chainsaw was turned off.

"You monster, you've ruined so many people's plans... You'll die a horrible death sooner or later, tortured beyond recognition by the big shots behind you, uh..." The bald interviewer let out his last mournful cry as his shiny, mirror-like head was slashed off and sent flying to the ceiling, spinning round and round.

"Those who deserved to die are all dead. The punishment is complete. May this world become peaceful again." Shirou said calmly, surveying the blood-stained room with indifference.

"..." Yamada stood frozen at the exit, unsure whether to stay or leave.

For some reason, the man in white robes let him go. Yamada looked at him in surprise, just as the man was about to step aside and go to the other side.

"Wait!" Yamada called out to the departing man.

"Hmm?" Shirou stopped in his tracks.

"Wait!!! I almost killed someone before!" Yamada looked at the corpses around him; it seemed he was the only survivor in the entire building. For some reason, he suddenly felt an impulse and called out to Shirou.

"When I was in high school, I was on the baseball team, and our school was a well-known strong school in the Kanto region. I was the team's ace pitcher." As he spoke, Yamada's tone unconsciously became proud, but his tone quickly turned somber again.

"In another game, I threw a dead ball that hit the batter in the head. He immediately collapsed and couldn't move. He was carried off the court on a stretcher and rushed to the hospital. Because the spot where he was hit was dangerous, he even fell into a coma."

Later, the batter miraculously recovered, but I gave up baseball, and as a result, my school failed to make it to Koshien. Everyone became a loser.

"I was terrified back then, afraid that I had killed someone. Because I was so scared, I developed a psychological trauma. Since then, whenever I hold a ball, I feel like I might accidentally kill someone, so I can no longer control the ball steadily. If there is someone in front of me, I dare not shoot. I even started to hate shooting and catching practice. Then I graduated from high school, and I accomplished nothing. I was even tricked into coming here."

Yamada recounted his story in a low voice, unsure whether he called the man that way because he was the only one spared and not yet dead, or because he had been abandoned.

"I see. It seems you're not suited to stay in this city," Shirou said, nodding slowly.

"Hmm..." Yamada lowered his head, unable to refute. In the end, he shouldn't have thought about making a fortune just by going abroad. It simply didn't exist.

"Then I'll take you back," Shirou nodded and said.

"Huh? Huh! Huh! Huh!" Yamada was stunned for a moment, then turned to look at the man who had just carried out a massacre, letting out a strange cry. Could he not be a demon king, but a god?

"I'm not going back to Japan! Please let me follow you, Master!" Yamada said, looking at Shirou with reverence.

"Huh?" This time it was Shirou's turn to look at the man in surprise. He had originally planned to help him since the man wasn't a hopeless villain and was a fellow countryman he met in a foreign land. But he turned out to be another weirdo.

Why does his Church of Necessary Punishment always attract some eccentric individuals?

"Hehe!" Yamada laughed excitedly.

At that moment, Yamada found his purpose in life. He may never become a great person who realizes his ideals and changes the world, but he stays by the side of that great person and becomes a part of building a better world.

Chapter 1137 Shirou's Church

When Shirou is the consciousness of the white god, his experiences and actions are very different from those of other Shirou, perhaps even violating his original beliefs and principles.

Because the world Shirou initially arrived in was different from other places, namely this city of sin.

If killing one evil person can save a thousand lives, then you should kill them.

There are too many villains in the city of sin. Even if he worked day and night, it would take months to kill them all. And that wouldn't solve the problem.

So Shirou thought of making up the rules.

He wanted to establish a rule in the darkest place in the world that even evil people would have to abide by. So Shirou founded the Church of Necessary Evil Punishment here, to judge those who violated the rules.

First, one cannot make a living by killing.

If it was just manslaughter, a moment of impulse, then as long as one can make amends, accept the punishment properly, atone for one's sins, and still be able to find redemption and start anew.

However, if it's a professional assassin, or a powerful figure in a gang who specializes in killing, Shirou will never let him go.

The entire city of sin is filled with Shirou's spies.

Because every moment, people encounter all sorts of situations, becoming destitute, robbed, swindled, or trapped in honey traps. Because everyone living here often harbors ill intentions, there will always be someone who suffers misfortune.

Those who succeed should not be complacent, for they might run into their enemies right at the church door. Like the mantis stalking the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind, at this point, without money or food, sleeping on the streets at night in this city of sin is practically tantamount to losing their lives.

At this point, the only thing these destitute people could rely on was the only church in the area.

Although the people in the church are all terrifying, especially the bishop who founded it, even the bigwigs of the City of Sin have to give way to him. Those who didn't believe in it back then have all been purged. Because of the bishop alone, the various forces in the City of Sin have been reshuffled no less than ten times.

After that, the big shots learned their lesson, since the disobedient ones had already been taken down.

Although the church may be terrifying to some, it has always opened its doors to those who come seeking help in times of distress.

Therefore, many people would provide Shirou with relevant information. Since all sorts of people come and go from the church, it is impossible to confirm exactly how many people are there. Trying to guard against them is like using a large net for tuna to catch small fish and shrimp—it's simply impossible.

Some people, like Yamada, were taken in and taken back.

However, Yamada still had the identity of being Shirou's fellow townsman. This time, walking down the street, Yamada was completely uninhibited, feeling as if he had reached the pinnacle of his life.

When he came here with his boss before, he always hunched his shoulders and looked at the ground, never really taking a good look at the Solomon's seal here.

At that time, Yamada couldn't go back. He was also completely confused about his job of just following his boss to clients. To be honest, even now he doesn't know what his boss was doing, even though that person is dead.

Shirou, walking ahead, wore a blood-stained white robe and carried a chainsaw, making him particularly conspicuous. He strode forward with measured steps, drawing the attention of everyone on the street. Behind him, a stirring background music seemed to play, as if the God of Gamblers had entered the arena, drawing all eyes to him, making him seem like the sole protagonist.

Shirou paused, then turned around curiously, only to see Yamada standing behind him, holding up his phone and playing background music from old Hong Kong movies. It seemed he wasn't just a casual observer, but a big fan of Hong Kong films.

"Why did you do this?" Shirou asked.

"I thought Lord Emiya's entrance would need some different background music," Yamada said, scratching his head with amusement.

"There's no need for that. Come on, let me introduce you to the members of the church." Shirou has always taken an attitude of not refusing those who want to follow him, so sometimes he attracts some strange and eccentric people.

As he spoke, Shirou led Yamada to a vast area enclosed by a wooden fence. At the far end, a tall tower with a white conical dome could be seen, and in the very center stood a church without any specific sign. Around the perimeter were rows of houses, and many people were standing outside, chatting leisurely. Further out were animal pastures, with chickens, sheep, and dairy cows.

Yamada followed Shirou inside, looking around. If it weren't for the church in the center, this place would feel more like a street near a market, where people were doing small barter business.

"Shirou, welcome back." A peasant woman with brown curly hair and a burlap turban greeted Shirou warmly. A bamboo basket covered with a cloth was hanging on her plump arm, as if she was going to deliver food to someone.

"Yes, I'm back. Are you going out now?" Shirou greeted the peasant woman.

"Yes, our stock is running low, so we have to go and buy some more," the farmer's wife said with a smile.

"Okay, be careful on the road." Shirou nodded.

"Of course, I've prepared everything." The peasant woman lifted the cloth lid of the bamboo basket and winked at Shirou.

"I haven't seen this face before, a newcomer? You were taken in by Shirou, huh? Life here is wonderful. With Shirou's protection, everyone lives a peaceful life without any danger. I suggest you live in the yard too," the farmer's wife said to Yamada as she passed by.

"Haha, I think so too," Yamada replied to the farmer's wife with an embarrassed laugh.

It would be even better if the peasant woman's bamboo basket contained food like eggs, instead of a dark, gaping gun barrel.

This area was originally a wasteland in the City of Sin, used to dump garbage. After Shirou arrived, he started using it. Shirou fenced off the surrounding area and made good use of it. Recently, the cows have produced milk, which can provide enough nutrition for the children he took in, but meat is more difficult to obtain.

"Shirou ~! You're back. I've come to get your torture instruments." A shirtless, blue-eyed black boy.

"Oh, thank you, Worei." Shirou handed one of his seven great execution weapons to the boy.

Yamada sized up his thin, frail body, his stomach sunken in, revealing his bones clearly, but he possessed a pair of jewel-like eyes.

The eyes were even clearer and brighter than those of nobles and politicians; such eyes would have been perfectly suited even to a prince of a King. In fact, his eyes were far more beautiful than those of the Britain prince.

"What a lovely child. Chainsaws are dangerous, let me carry it for you," Yamada said with a smile.

The blue-eyed Black boy Miher, frowned as if offended and said:

"What are you talking about, newbie? I'm your senior! You're not qualified to touch Shirou's torture instruments."

"Eh?"

Chapter 1138 Shirou's Followers

"Ah, Worei is my third follower. He's been with me for three years now," Shirou said to Yamada.

"By the way, you're the seventy-third, a newcomer," Worei said, looking at Yamada with a mocking expression.