Praise Society 4

"What does that mean?"

The Praise Society members were stunned by Syd's strange greeting. Before they could react, two figures suddenly burst out nearby.

The first was a girl with orange-red twin tails. At the end of one tail was a red handgun that could talk.

She looked so cute and timid, so why did killing come as easily to her as chopping vegetables? In an instant, several members were torn apart.

"Orphie! Enemy at two o'clock! They're trying to flank you! Focus!"

"Got it, Ghostfire!"

"Orphie! Use my title when we're working!" Ghostfire roared. A tongue of flame shot from the handgun, leaving the cultists wailing and clutching their faces.

"Captain, the [Firearms] Squad has arrived!"

The second figure had white hair tied in a ponytail and wore yellow goggles.

Soldier 11 drew her standard-issue weapon. Flames blazed along the blade as she swung it, muttering, "Makka Pakka..."

And there was a third figure, though she was a sniper who appeared and vanished like a ghost.

Bang!

Bang!

Amid the fighting, cultists fell one after another. None knew where the bullets had come from before they died.

"Syd, suppressing fire!"

"Roger that, Mother Hen Captain!"

Syd answered obediently, then climbed back into his mech and sent Old Syd on the attack. Fifty-caliber high-explosive rounds and military-grade high-energy lasers tore through the air. Nothing survived in their path.

Why did these girls look so innocent and beautiful when they killed without a shred of mercy?

A-Cheng was scared out of his wits. There was no trace of his fervor for the First Lord left in his eyes. He had only one thought: Survive!

He darted around like a fly.

He dodged Orphie's dagger, Ghostfire's flames, Soldier 11's burning blade, Trigger's shots from above, Syd's cannon fire...

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