"Blade Killing Array, arise!"
Twelve sword phantoms blossomed like lotus flowers.
In an instant, they slashed in every direction, cleaving swarms of Corpse Worms in two.
'Experience sufficient. Current Rogue level: Lv51.' 'Experience sufficient. Current Rogue level: Lv52.' 'Experience sufficient. Current Rogue level: Lv53.'
The notifications kept appearing, but Allen never stopped swinging his blade.
As his Rogue level rose, his physical abilities were strengthened across the board, though the most basic four-dimensional attributes were not displayed directly.
At the same time, Weapon Mastery and Shadow Blade leveled up through repeated use, further increasing his combat power.
"Don't stop. I want more."
Allen was over the moon.
It was like that business between men and women—one thrust doubled the pleasure, and once it started, it became impossible to stop. That was why it was called a chain reaction.
His class level soared like a rocket.
In less than fifteen minutes, both skills that needed leveling had been maxed out.
Lv10 Weapon Mastery: Accuracy +10, Strength +10, Armor Penetration +10 Lv10 Shadow Blade: As its level increases, speed and damage are increased by 100%.
As he swung and chopped, silver-white sword light flickered in and out of view. The Corpse Worms had no chance to approach him, while the sword phantoms sealed off the space around him so tightly that not even water could pass through.
"Hehehe... the more wild and surging it gets, the more fired up I become."
Suddenly, the insect tide stopped attacking.
The darkness receded.
Corpse Worms fell like raindrops, but before they could hit the ground, formless flames ignited around them and reduced them to ash.
Under the assault of the firelight, the restroom walls returned to their Manifest World appearance in the blink of an eye.
"I haven't even taken my pants off, and you're already done."
Allen muttered gloomily, still not satisfied with the thrill of farming experience as though he had cheats enabled.
He looked around. The Twisted Monster's severed corpse still lay where it had been.
"I wonder if Batsy and Green Arrow are in danger."
Allen suddenly remembered that he had gotten separated from his companions when they faced the insect tide.
He immediately decided to find his teammates first.
Walking alone through the decrepit school, Allen occasionally shouted, "Batsy, I can see you. Stop hiding."
Or he would lean over a dried-up glass fish tank and say, "Green Arrow, your dad isn't dead. Get out here and acknowledge your father."
Allen passed an office, then tilted his head back and called, "Batsy, I've got a parent redemption coupon here."
Just as he was about to leave, an old photograph hanging on the wall caught his attention.
In the photograph, two middle-aged men stood shaking hands. A line of text beneath it read: 'Thanks to Mr. Osborn for his support of education.'
"Osborn Industries!?"
Allen recalled that the Green Goblin's surname was Osborn.
Allen had no way to verify the history of the Osborn family, but based on information from the films and comics, any family capable of cooperating with a nation's military had to be an old-money capitalist family.
Such old capitalist families often amassed wealth through energy.
Silent Hill was a typical energy-producing town.
After one glance, Allen continued onward to search for Bruce and Oliver.
After all, the Green Goblin was the enemy of 'Aunt May,' not his enemy.
Using his Grappling Hook Claws, Allen swung between buildings in search of his companions.
The cultists hiding in the shadows stared wide-eyed, their expressions full of disbelief.
They had set traps at every exit, only to encounter a wild young man who refused to take the usual path.
Meanwhile, inside the church.
Krista gestured with her hand. "Splash them awake."
Bruce and Oliver, whom Allen had been painstakingly searching for, were now tightly bound and unconscious.
A basin of cold water was thrown over them, and the two slowly came to.
"Welcome, honored guests."
With an amused expression, Krista took out the treasured Blade of Redemption and said, "The Ninja Master couldn't be bothered to retrieve it himself, so he sent you two. Isn't that looking down on us a little too much?"
Bruce and Oliver twisted and struggled, but the ropes were tied far too tightly. Even their concealed weapons had been stripped away, leaving them no chance to escape.
Thinking back, they had waited until the Inner World receded, then decided to scout the church's location ahead of time.
Who would have thought they would encounter a trap, fall through it, and immediately be stunned by a group of burly men wielding electrified staffs.
By the time they woke up again, they were already inside the church.
"There are three of us."
What Bruce meant was that Allen would come rescue them.
Suddenly, Krista laughed. "That idiot is having far too much fun. He may have already forgotten about you."
Indeed, given Allen's unreliable personality, saving themselves was the more sensible option.
"We shouldn't be enemies. We can choose to cooperate."
Oliver said seriously, "We're all trapped in Silent Hill, and you need the Blade of Redemption to lift the curse. We can handle it for you."
Krista fell silent for a moment at his words.
They had tried more than once to kill Alessa, but Alchemilla Hospital was simply too dangerous.
Once the Blade of Redemption was lost, they would have no weapon capable of killing Alessa.
Besides, even after obtaining the Blade of Redemption, the others had not struck at Alessa. They had merely demanded to be sent out of Silent Hill, meaning they would remain trapped by the curse in the end.
That was why Krista did not dare take the risk lightly. She declined, saying, "You know nothing about Samael's power."
"There's one problem."
Bruce analyzed, "The source of the power is the child of the Fallen Angel Samael, yet you want to kill her. How could Samael possibly continue protecting you?"
By normal logic, how could parents protect the killers of their own child?
Of course, that logic was not entirely appropriate when applied to demons and fallen angels. The only explanation that made sense for causing mortals to become pregnant and bear offspring was that they were being used as vessels for descent.
But the problem was that the cultists wanted to kill the vessel. It made no sense that Samael would not punish them and would instead continue protecting them.
Some contrarian would definitely jump out and argue, could demons not fall in love with mortals? Wolves and sheep walked together in nature, so what was impossible?
The key was that Samael was a Fallen Angel.
By common knowledge, angels did not have dicks.
"I didn't expect you to know so much."
Krista spoke without reservation. "At first, we worshipped Samael. Since the ritual failed, dark power descended, and we were cursed, we have converted to worshipping Flauros."
"That still doesn't make sense. Samael is one of the Seven Kings of Hell, while Flauros is merely one of the seventy-two demon gods. You should have converted to Belial to fight against him," Bruce said doubtfully.
Krista could not help rolling her eyes, clearly unwilling to dwell on the matter.
At that moment, Oliver speculated, "Maybe Hell runs on personal connections. Belial is also one of the Seven Kings, so out of consideration for their relationship, he didn't want to take over Samael's followers rashly. He arranged for a subordinate to act as a shield instead. If Samael truly came to demand an explanation, he could push the subordinate out and claim he had acted without understanding, thus calming the conflict."
In truth, Oliver had guessed correctly.
Flauros really was a scapegoat.
The Seven Kings of Hell all belonged to the Fallen Angel faction and retained a shred of goodwill toward one another. If things truly came to the point of tearing relations apart, they would have stepped in long ago to drive away Samael's power. Why would they merely shroud a single church?
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