May Your Lord Bless You

"Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang!"

Aiming at the slumbering Hainas, Luo Yao pulled the trigger. Six silver Demon Hunting Bullets, carrying the prayer power of the Goddess of the Night, roared into Hainas's degenerate body.

"Ahhh!"

Hainas jolted awake from his sleep, letting out a heart-wrenching scream. The skin hit by the Demon Hunting Bullets instantly turned black and failed to recover, resembling rotten wood struck by lightning, before the blackness rapidly spread and collapsed. He clutched his abdomen, knelt on the ground, curled into a ball, and stopped moving.

Did I finish him off...

Klein thought nervously.

"Ding, ding..."

Luo Yao skillfully ejected the casings and reloaded, then leaned close to Hainas, pointing her muzzle directly at his head. She was not prepared to harbor any wishful thinking; instead, she took advantage of Hainas's weakness to fire another round of Demon Hunting Bullets!

But the moment Luo Yao's muzzle pressed against Hainas's head, he suddenly raised his head.

"Praise the Lord."

Hainas said with a crazed smile.

Something hidden beneath his black robe stirred. Only when she was close enough did Luo Yao clearly see what it was—it was actually two human faces! One large and one small, embedded into Hainas's chest and abdomen. Through the black robe, the two faces twisted and twitched, their frozen agony as tangible as reality!

Following a prayer from Hainas, the two human faces opened their mouths simultaneously:

"Praise you, my Lord, Your will shall be done on earth, As it echoes within our flesh..."

It was an indescribable language of the Degenerate. The two mouths opened and closed continuously, forming a duet, and blasphemous, insane prayers poured out!

Boom!

Klein felt his brain buzz, as if a bomb had detonated inside, and his consciousness went blank for an instant. When he regained his senses, he was already lying on the ground, blood from his nose dripping onto his chin, his mind filled with dizziness and pain.

What the hell...

The sharp, blasphemous language was still echoing. Klein struggled to lift his head and saw Luo Yao lying on the ground, bleeding from her nose and mouth, unconscious. She had been closer to Hainas and had taken a greater impact. In the hall, now littered with bullet marks and flesh, only Hainas remained standing. The two faces beneath his black robe were still chanting, and accompanied by the language of the Degenerate, the wounds caused by the Demon Hunting Bullets had already healed.

With a look of fanaticism and piety, he spread his arms.

"This is the supreme power of the Lord! In my dreams, I received his revelation!"

Damn it...

Klein cursed silently. He wanted to struggle to get up, but his body was completely beyond his control. That degenerate voice stimulated his brain every moment, leaving his limbs weak. If he hadn't already adapted to the Whispers above the Gray Fog, he would likely have fallen into a complete coma just like Luo Yao.

The two faces under the black robe prayed, and in the gaps between their words, they emitted desperate pleas and cries.

"Dear, please stop..."

"Daddy, it hurts so much..."

Klein discovered that Hainas, who had been in a state of ecstasy, suddenly froze upon hearing the cries of the woman and child, and a look of pain surged onto his face. But soon, those few traces of emotion dissipated, and he laughed again.

"Hahaha... This is... this is the Lord's grace! This way, our family can be together forever!"

Tears streaming down his face, Hainas wore an expression of joy and despair. He had completely discarded the last shred of his humanity, fully immersed in his faith in the Evil God. He gently stroked the two human faces on his abdomen, yet ignored their screams and wails, blindly offering the most purely insane prayers to his "Lord," forcing those two faces to continuously utter the words of the Degenerate amidst extreme torture.

This madman, did he sacrifice his own wife and child!

Klein felt his scalp tingle, disgust and anger surging in his heart. He had never seen this side of Hainas before; as expected, once one becomes a believer of an Evil God, no matter how normal their behavior, they have essentially become a monster wearing human skin!

Hainas muttered to himself for a while before suddenly moving again. He looked at the fallen Luo Yao, his eyes flashing with hunger and greed, his mouth split to his ears, his sharp white teeth stained with bloody mucus.

"Daddy, I'm so hungry..."

"Dear, let's eat her..."

The two human faces on his abdomen also spoke in unison, encouraging him to proceed.

Oh no!

Klein gave a violent start; this guy was going to eat Ms. Luo Yao! He had to stop him!

But Hainas's blasphemous language continued, and he couldn't stand up at all. Seeing the other party crouch down and open his mouth toward Luo Yao, he gritted his teeth and whispered:

"Fortune..."

"Bang!"

Just then, a crisp sound drowned out Klein's self-talk. He saw an exquisite teapot fly across the hall, striking Hainas squarely in the head and shattering into pieces.

"Go to hell!"

A roar came from behind. A figure quickly crossed the distance, rushed in front of Hainas, and swung the sturdy cane held in both hands in a full arc, slamming it fiercely into his face.

"Splat!"

It sounded like smashing a watermelon or crushing a bug—it was that satisfying of a sound. Hainas fell backward, a deep indentation from the cane left on his face. Klein looked at the figure in surprise; it was the person they were supposed to protect, Luther Rondal!

"Scream! Keep screaming, you bastard!"

Luther's eyes were bloodshot, and blood was streaming from his nose and ears. He cursed Hainas through gritted teeth, his cane smashing into Hainas's head again and again. The splashing blood landed on his face and hands, hissing and burning, sending up wisps of smoke, yet it could not stop him from dealing the lethal blows.

"Ahhh... praise the Lord..."

Hainas, who was being whipped, spoke in a slurred voice. Immediately after, the two human faces on his abdomen opened their mouths in unison.

"Watch out!"

Klein hurriedly shouted a warning, but it was already too late. A piercing shriek, accompanied by the language of the Degenerate, erupted from those two mouths once more, crashing toward Luther. Klein, who was standing behind, felt as if his brain had been hammered hard just from the shockwave, leaving him dizzy and in pain.

Through his blurred vision, Klein saw Luther stop his movements, standing frozen in place.

"Hehe..."

Hainas looked at the seemingly dazed Luther and let out a chilling laugh. "On your body, there is the Lord's oh-oh-oh—"

Before he could finish his sentence, Luther raised his foot and kicked him hard between the legs!

"Crack!"

It sounded as if something had shattered, and Klein, watching from the side, felt a chill in his own crotch.

"What's wrong? You were screaming so loudly, did your Lord not bless your junk?"

Luther sneered and raised his leg for another kick. Blood was gushing from his nose and ears, but his mind remained clear. Although he wore a fierce expression, he was thinking rapidly inside, trying to figure out how to deal with this monster.

First, let me explain why Luther appeared at this moment.

Because from the very beginning, Luther had no intention of leaving his life entirely in the hands of others. After hiding his sister Cecilia, he had slipped out of the lounge and hidden behind a partition to observe the scene. The battle had been intense, and the two Night Watchers present had not noticed him. Hainas seemed to have discovered him, but he had been beaten to the point of being unable to move.

Thus, at first, Luther was relatively safe as a bystander.

That was until Hainas awakened the two faces under his black robe, using them to amplify himself and corrupt others. The filthy words of the Degenerate had dealt a heavy blow to Luther at the start, but just as his mind was about to collapse, the illusory ocean he had felt when drinking the Potion appeared once more. It was as if non-existent tides were gently cradling his brain, resisting the chanting.

However, this power seemed to be limited. While it resisted the erosion, that cooling sensation was gradually fading. If he did not resolve Hainas, the end awaiting him would eventually be falling into madness.