Casting Out a Lamb? Who Can't Do That!

Within the pale world.

"Praise the Lord!"

The Aurora Order Beyonders wore fanatical expressions as they shouted hymns to the True Creator, fearlessly launching an assault against the Red Gloves.

Among them, the lowest Sequence was Listener, possessing bizarre abilities bestowed by the True Creator. There were also higher-Sequence Shadow Ascetics, lurking in the shadows and waiting for opportunities, as well as Rose Bishops who had no regard for bullet wounds, continuously hurling Flesh Bombs at the Red Gloves.

"Don't let them escape!"

The Red Gloves maintained their encirclement, but their battle line was forced back again and again by the cultists' frenzied attacks.

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"Damn it... Captain, please allow me to pull them into a dream!"

Feeling the pressure ahead, a Red Glove gritted his teeth and spoke fiercely.

"No!"

Soest coldly refused. "Are you trying to lose control and die?"

These cultists' dreams carried madness and Degeneration, perhaps even remnants of the True Creator's aura. Careless contact could easily destabilize one's mind. For them, with a large portion of their members belonging to the Sleepless pathway, this was hardly good news.

"Are we just supposed to watch them break through the line and go interfere with the deacon?"

The Red Glove said unwillingly, "For victory, I'm willing to take some risks!"

"Don't worry."

Soest reassured him in a deep voice, reaching out to pat his shoulder. "The deacon already made arrangements before the operation."

He raised his voice and issued an order to all members. "Group One, fall back! Group Two, prepare!"

"Yes!"

The members of Group Two, who had been standing by in the rear, immediately rose and hurried forward. Their attire was rather peculiar. None of them carried weapons; instead,