Grazing Mr. A

"Clatter."

The two Rose Bishop were cut in half at the waist and fell to the ground.

After unleashing his sword, Luther did not stop his attack. He knew very well the Rose Bishop's vitality and knew that such damage would not kill them. So he looked down at the chunks of flesh, a glint of light flashing in his eyes.

"Mental Piercing!"

"Ah!"

The two Rose Bishop, now only half-bodied, let out painful howls, unable to continue. Taking advantage of this opportunity, Luther stepped forward and pierced them with his Sword of Lava, impaling them together.

"Hiss--"

The scorching magma burned their bodies, easily Destruction much of their Flesh. Their screams lasted only a short time before their Spirituality were extinguished, and they died completely. Only their mangled bodies remained hanging on the Sword of Lava, slowly releasing their Characteristic.

Not just the two of them, but the ground of the Temple was also covered with mysterious, the Star lights. These were lights of Beyonder Characteristic, emanating from the corpses of the slain Aurora Order members.

The Secrets Suppliant's Characteristic as semi-illusory black lips, the Listener's as strange, jet-black ears, the Shadow Ascetic's as a gray-black Characteristic, and the Rose Bishop's as a piece of filthy Flesh with fascia. The Characteristic of these Characteristic were all eerie and disgusting.

"What a bumper harvest, isn't it?"

Luther said to Mr. A with a smile.

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Mr. A's lips were sealed with a bloodstained nail, preventing him from speaking. He could only stare intently at Luther with eyes full of extreme resentment and hatred.

Luther admired his expression with satisfaction, then placed his head squarely on the altar, directly facing the statue of the True Creator. Next, he gathered up the Beyonder Characteristic and piled them on the Altar as well. Mr. A's head was surrounded by the Beyonder Characteristic of his subordinates, these Characteristic were incredibly fresh and bloody, creating a comical and bizarre scene.

"Do you think your lord would be satisfied with such offerings?"

Luther asked with a smile.

"Waaah."

Mr. A struggled violently, the nails snapping off one by one, his lips tearing. Blood streamed down his chin, his teeth turning bright red, and he cursed in this horrific state:

"I Curse you! Blasphemer! The Lord will punish you, and Angel will deliver His Judgement in His place."

"Okay, okay."

Luther said dismissively, and with a light touch on Mr. A's lips, the wound on his lips immediately healed, and even the original mouth grew back together, turning into a flat piece of skin from the nose down.

Listen carefully.

He grabbed Mr. A by the hair and pulled him up so that he was facing him directly.

"I'm just an ordinary person. After I transmigrated here, I didn't initially intend to be your enemy."

He said softly.

Mr. A, of course, didn't understand what "time travel" meant. Hearing Luther say this, his eyes showed not only anger but also a hint of confusion.

But Luther continued talking regardless.

"I originally thought that living a low-key life with my younger sister like this wouldn't be bad. I could slack off at work every day, occasionally go on missions, and have the team leader handle anything that comes up. I could earn £4 a week, slowly save money, buy a house, and gradually improve our lives."

Luther's voice gradually lowered, a smile playing on his lips, as if he were reminiscing about the past.

"But your Aurora Order, your so-called master, has no intention of letting me go. First Sirius, then Hanass, then Ms. M, Ince Will, and you, and your bastard who only knows how to scream—you bunch of bastards are determined to ruin my life, determined to make me sink little by little on this crazy Sequence, determined to destroy Blackthorn Security Company, determined to kill Cecilia."

His voice rose in anger, to the point of clenching his teeth.

"If you won't let me have a good time, then I'll kill you all."

After venting for a while, Luther regained some of his composure. He chuckled softly and said gently to Mr. A:

"I will wipe you all out. First the Aurora Order, and other organizations that believe in the True Creator, then His Angel, and finally Himself. After you get there, don't forget to tell your Lord that I will be going to find Him soon."

After saying that, Luther walked toward the statue behind the Altar.

The dim candlelight faintly illuminated the statue, a Hanged Giant with crisscrossing bloodstains on its naked body. An invisible, terrifying aura enveloped the statue; any extraordinary person who looked directly at it would immediately suffer a mental shock.

Luther looked at the entire statue from top to bottom without fear.

"By the way, I've always had a question I'd like to ask you believers."

He seemed to have thought of something and suddenly said to Mr. A in his hand.

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Mr. A was speechless; he could only stare at Luther with hatred in his eyes, listening to what Luther would say next.

Luther asked softly:

"Tell me, when your Lord was hanging upside down on the Cross, was His penis upright or drooping down?"

Mr. A paused for a second, as if slowly trying to understand Luther's words.

Then, he exploded.

"Waaaaah! Waaaah!"

He couldn't speak, he just stared wide-eyed desperately until the corners of his eyes burst open and his eyeballs almost popped out of their sockets—that was his madness and anger.

How dare you blaspheme the great Lord with such words!

I'll kill you, I absolutely will!

"Wait, something's not right."

Luther deliberately ignored Mr. A's strong reaction, and walked up to the statue with an air of nonchalance, examining a certain part of it. "Oh, so He doesn't have a penis."

Having said that, he grabbed his head and slammed it hard against the statue's crotch.

"Click!"

Mr. A's nose collided with the metal and was instantly reduced to dust.

"Bang!"

His facial bones, in close contact with the statue, also cracked. The shattered bones pierced deeper into the Flesh, mingling together.

"Crack!"

The skull was completely flattened, the eyeballs ruptured, and viscous Flesh and bone fragments clung to the statue, with grayish-white splattering everywhere.

"Boom!"

Luther used all his strength and smashed it one last time, completely smearing Mr. A's head onto the metal statue, his scalp and hair becoming a sticky, filthy mess.

"Call"

Luther let out a long breath, took a step back, and stopped somewhat listlessly. His face and body were splattered with blood, and his eyes were indifferent.

The Temple was empty except for one person who still stood before the statue.

He remained silent for a few seconds, savoring the sensation of the touch, before opening his palm towards Mr. A's mangled head:

"Grazing!"

A howling wind suddenly arose, the airflow was icy cold, swirling over Flesh, and quickly pulled out a phantom figure wearing a blood-red robe.

Mr. A's soul.