Fierce Battle (Seeking Collection! Recommendation!)

"You... wait!"

Watching Rhode sprint away, Sulu was speechless.

While this might have been a deliberate arrangement by Rhode, was it really okay to leave his inexperienced younger brother behind to deal with a demon worshiper all alone?

"You!"

At this moment, Galan let out a beast-like roar, his eyes bloodshot, white steam venting from his nostrils: "You want to harm my daughter? My lovely daughter?"

"No... sir, I think there's been a misunderstanding!"

Sulu skillfully unslung his strap, drew his double-barreled shotgun, disengaged the safety, and aimed it at Galan: "You're just sick, believe me... you need 'treatment'!"

Yes, the Inquisition of the Church of the Goddess of Light had passed down a unique 'fire therapy' for generations, refined and perfected—you—are worth it!

The Church of the Goddess of Light had always maintained an uncompromising stance toward demon worshipers.

He knew Mr. Galan wouldn't have a good ending, but Sulu's finger on the trigger just couldn't bring itself to pull.

After all, in two lifetimes, he had never killed a person before!

I need a bit of mental preparation. According to Rhode, believers seduced by demons, even if they look normal now, will commit all sorts of horrific acts in the future.

Killing him is for his own good, allowing his soul to escape the clutches of the demon.

Besides, I can also test out my attribute panel.

Sulu took a deep breath and prepared to pull the trigger.

"Ah!!!"

Just then, a scream came from outside the door.

It was a middle-aged woman wearing a white nightgown, her lips painted an unnaturally vivid red, like a blooming rose: "What are you... what are you doing to my husband?"

"His wife... didn't she die a long time ago?"

While Sulu was stunned, Galan lunged forward.

In order to protect his family, this craftsman erupted with terrifying combat power.

Unfortunately, in front of Sulu, it still wasn't enough.

Slap!

He knocked Galan to the ground with one blow, his eyes fixed on the woman who had suddenly appeared.

'Could she have really been resurrected by a demon? But according to Rhode... even if resurrected, they should just be rotting corpses or evil spirits!'

Sulu shifted his aim, ready to blast the woman the moment she made a move.

"Elisa, run!"

At this moment, Galan scrambled to his feet, shielding the woman.

Sulu's pupils suddenly constricted.

In his vision, the ordinary woman in the nightgown had her bright red lips stretching wider and wider, splitting all the way to her earlobes, a long tongue protruding and writhing like a snake.

At the same time, her figure began to blur.

"Evil spirit? A ghost!"

Sulu took a deep breath and pulled the trigger.

Bang!

A powerful recoil surged through him; an ordinary person might have dropped the weapon, but with his extraordinary physique and strength, he stood firm, staring into the smoke.

The mist quickly dissipated, revealing Mr. Galan, who had been shielding the woman, his body riddled with holes, and behind him, the increasingly translucent evil spirit.

The woman no longer possessed her former charm. Her face was deathly pale, like a freshly dead corpse, her mouth split open, a scarlet tongue lolling out.

On her originally plain white nightgown, a splash of bright red rapidly spread, transforming it into a red dress.

At the same time, the blood flowing on the floor was absorbed as if by a sponge.

It was as if... this red dress had been dyed in blood.

"An evil spirit! A real evil spirit!"

Seeing the evil spirit's gaze fix upon him, Sulu couldn't help but shiver coldly.

The Portley Family was a lineage of Witch Hunters, mastering the [Witch Hunter] profession. Transcendentals of this class possessed powerful physical stats and resilient spirits, but they performed poorly when dealing with spiritual entities.

Of course, they could use special potions and bullets to inflict damage on spirits, but compared to physical monsters, the effect was much worse.

Not to mention, he only had one anti-magic bullet left in his shotgun.

[XP+40]

A generous amount of experience popped up on his attribute panel; this was the reward for killing Galan.

'As expected... the experience from killing monsters is much higher than defeating someone in a spar... Galan was just an ordinary person, yet the experience is higher than anyone in the Combat Club... No, he worshiped a demon, perhaps he was already 'not ordinary'...'

"Ah!"

At this moment, the malevolent spirit stared at him and let out a howl.

The piercing sound wave caused the surrounding window glass to shatter instantly, turning into countless fragments.

No... trying to deal with an evil spirit alone is suicide!

Sulu didn't even think; he retreated continuously.

The malevolent spirit's feet were nothing but void, hovering as it advanced, seemingly wanting to reach out and choke his neck.

"Go!"

Sulu swung his arms rapidly, activating Crane Style, attempting to escape out the door past the malevolent spirit.

Hiss, hiss...

The next instant, he felt as if his left arm had been stung by a bee.

First came a burning pain, and then it immediately lost all sensation.

"Damn it!"

He looked at his left arm, where three purple fingerprints had appeared—a gift bestowed upon him by the creature as he had dashed past it.

"Rhode, where are you?"

Brother, I can't hold on much longer, give me a hand!

He rushed to the first floor, only to discover that three small monsters, identical to the one from before, had appeared around Rhode and were launching continuous attacks.

This is... simply a trap!

Sulu's scalp went numb.

At the same time, he threw away his useless fire poker and, without a second thought, grabbed a chair from nearby and charged at one of the small monsters besieging Rhode: "Get lost!"

Bang!

Exerting all his strength, the chair shattered directly against the small monster, splashing a spray of emerald-green pus.

Sulu looked at the remaining chair leg in his hand, a fierce glint flashing in his eyes, and lunged forward, stabbing it into the small monster's stomach.

Pfft!

Amidst the splashing blood, the monkey-like monster with bat ears collapsed to the ground, twitched twice, and finally stopped moving.

[XP+50]

"Watch out, there's still a malevolent spirit upstairs!"

Sulu couldn't care about the changes in his attribute panel and shouted rapidly.

"I know... this combination is very strange..."

Rhode's pressure eased instantly; he shoved a dagger into Sulu's hand, while his other hand gripped his revolver, jammed it into the mouth of another small monster, and pulled the trigger hard.

Bang!

The wall behind the small monster was splattered with a layer of disgusting pus, and the corpse slowly slumped to the ground.

"Finish the last one, then use the holy water to deal with the malevolent spirit!"

Rhode smiled grimly and pulled back his hand.

Just then, Sulu felt a chill run down his back.

Without him noticing, the woman in the red dress had already reached the ground floor. Her hands emerged from the wall; one hand covered Rhode's mouth, while the other wrapped around his neck, hoisting him into the air.

"Mmph!"

Rhode's face turned a deep purple, his legs kicking continuously.

"This evil spirit... can actually suppress a Tier 2 Witch Hunter?"

Sulu was shocked.

Although Witch Hunters were not particularly adept at dealing with spirits due to their class nature, their inherent "resistance" was still very high.

But looking at it now, it seemed Rhode wouldn't be able to hold out for long under the creature's grip!