A surge of frenzied malice rose within him.
"It was you..."
"It's all your fault!"
The patrolman's expression twisted.
Extreme terror turned into extreme hatred.
To him, this entire catastrophe had been brought about by these monsters.
If these little monsters hadn't existed, the Gastrea wouldn't have come, God wouldn't have gotten angry, and he wouldn't have to die!
"This is all your fault!!"
At that thought, the patrolman roared and, finding strength from somewhere, shakily raised his service pistol.
If he was going to die anyway.
Then he would take someone down with him!
Killing one would make it worth it!
He raised the gun, aiming its dark muzzle at the little girl who was crying as she searched for somewhere to hide.
She was less than twenty meters away.
At this range, he could hit her no matter how badly his hand shook.
"Die, you little monster!"
The muscles in the patrolman's face twitched as he bared a savage smile, his index finger moving to pull the trigger.
But then.
Just as his finger was about to exert pressure.
A drop of viscous liquid.
Landed on the badge on his chest with a plop.
The viscous drop was highly corrosive. The badge instantly released a wisp of white smoke with a sizzling sound.
The patrolman froze for a moment.
Was it raining?
He instinctively looked up.
The moment he did.
He went rigid.
That savage expression froze on his face as well.
He saw the last sight of his life.
Directly above his head.
On the pole of that streetlight.
A pitch-black Jumping Spider Gastrea with four compound eyes hung upside down.
Less than two meters above the patrolman who wanted to kill someone.
Its four compound eyes gleamed scarlet as they stared fixedly at him.
Two enormous