“Is that moon of yours not useful for anything else?!”
“What else do you want it to be useful for? To smash people with?”
“Then can you not make it stop first!”
“If I could do that, I would have done it long ago!”
In the narrow church, enormous tentacles wrapped around countless unconscious police officers and cultists, sweeping across all the objects within.
Wooden pews and lamp posts broke and fell one after another, like a giant blender.
Ling held up the sidearm in her hand, holding it up for a long time but never daring to fire.
“What are you standing there dazed for!”
“Shut up! My people are still hanging on it!”
Constantine, filled with frustration at her failure to meet his expectations, rushed forward wanting to snatch the gun from Ling’s hand, but was instead pinned back by her, with the gun pressed against his head.
“If you do not dare shoot, then give me the gun! My people are on it too!”
“How can they be compared?!”
“They are all people!”
Constantine no longer wasted words.
He directly pushed Ling, who was pinning him down, away backhanded, and took the opportunity to pick up a machete dropped by some cultist on the ground.
“If we let it block here, we will have no way out! We have to kill it!”
“…You cannot do it!”
“You think I do not know this is suicide?”
Constantine took a deep breath, looking at the enormous monster rampaging at the door, and could not help but draw a cross on his chest.
“May the Lord bless me…”
“You still believe in God?”
It seemed this cult leader was not especially devout in his own faith.
“I only believe in whoever can protect me. If you told me that converting to the Deep Sea Church right now could directly kill the other side, I would not hesitate for a single moment.”
Constantine had never been a competent priest, because he never lived for faith, only for himself.
Ling grabbed Constantine again, receiving an angry glare from this priest who had already prepared to die.
“What else do you want! Are you expecting someone to come save us?!”
“No… Honestly, if you really want to charge up there with that thing and die, I will not stop you either. But right now you are my only helper.”
Under Constantine’s puzzled gaze, Ling directly tossed the sidearm in her hand to Constantine.
“Can you use it?”
“What are you going to do…?”
Ling tied her hair behind her head and said quietly.
“You are a priest, without systematic combat training. Even if your true identity is a cultist, that also cannot mean you have experience dealing with this kind of monster. And now, standing before you is Special Task Force Intelligence Division operative—Ling.”
Her gaze continuously swept over the monster before her, which had completely lost its reason and was only continuously destroying all objects, completely blocking the entrance and exit, and she chuckled lightly.
“Do not shoot the wrong person.”
“…!”
The next moment, Ling directly grabbed the machete in Constantine’s hand and charged forward.
The instant Ling approached, a tentacle wrapped with enormous force directly whipped toward her body, and the cultists and officers hanging on its body also fell to the ground, their lives uncertain.
Without any hesitation, Ling directly deliberately fell to the ground, using this to barely dodge this whip.
The machete in her hand also followed through and chopped at the tentacle that had not yet had time to retract.
The machete was not sharp.
Facing a tentacle with relatively high muscle density, it only left a wound, and did not directly cut it off.
But this was enough.
Because it indeed bled.
“Do not stand there dazed! Shoot its body!”
Bang!
A bullet instantly burst out, barely grazing past Ling’s body, directly hitting its body full of eyes and sharp teeth, splashing out strange yellow-brown liquid. Read the latest chapters at novelping.com.
“You almost hit me, damn it!”
“Shut up! I have never used this thing!”
“Why did you not say so earlier?!”
But Ling had no time to care about these things now.
The monster, having received an attack, was now officially falling into madness.
All the tentacles on its body moved, simultaneously whipping toward Ling on the ground.
“Good chance! While it is now! Shoot its body!”
Without the protection of tentacles, the fragile body was completely exposed to Constantine’s gun muzzle, but Ling’s crisis at this moment was also growing greater and greater.
She alone had no possibility of simultaneously dealing with more than a dozen tentacle attacks.
Bang!
Another bullet shot out, directly hitting one of its eyes, and also causing one of its waving tentacles to suddenly retract, blocking the injured eye.
“It is injured! The weak point is the eyes!”
“Can you hit them?!”
“I am lucky!”
Probably at a time like this, one could only rely on luck.
Ling took two steps at a time, charging head-on toward the incoming tentacles, neither dodging nor avoiding, holding the machete horizontally before her chest, directly using her own body to embed the machete into its tentacle, but still failing to cut it off.
The enormous impact almost made Ling’s scalp go numb, and her wrist also felt as if it had been twisted, suffering a very serious injury, but her goal had been achieved.
“Keep going!”
Bang!
Another bullet shot out.
As expected, the bullet once again hit its eye.
Seemingly because of the pain, it actually actively gave up attacking, trying to once again use its tentacles to protect its body.
But it forgot, there was still a person embedded in its tentacle.
“I cannot hit it anymore!”
“Leave the rest to me!”
Ling climbed directly up its body along the retracting tentacle, and the next moment she got close to its body, she directly pulled the machete out of its tentacle and fiercely stabbed it into the gap between the tentacles.
Unlike the obvious obstruction when hitting a tentacle, the machete in her hand was like cutting tofu, easily hitting its body, which was protected layer upon layer by tentacles.
A large amount of liquid also began continuously pouring out from within.
Ling did not stop there.
The machete in her hand was inserted very deep, so she actively pulled it out and stabbed it in again.
Continuous attacks made its enormous body begin to tremble uncontrollably.
Countless wild tentacles madly whipped its own body, vainly trying to drive Ling off its body, but all they could bring were more wounds on its body, and even more severe injuries.
A brainless monster was the easiest to deal with.
“It is almost done for. Reload! Empty all the bullets!”
“I am reloading!”
Continuous gunshots, accompanied by the monster’s piercing screams, rang out.
Constantine’s ammunition was quickly used up, but he did not hesitate at all.
He directly charged toward the officer who had been flung off by the tentacles and fallen to the ground, snatched his sidearm, and continued pouring out ammunition.
Ling’s body was almost drenched from head to tail by the blood flowing from its wounds.
Even after she pulled the machete out again, the blade in her hand directly fell off.
“Can you people not switch to some better weapons?!”
“Otherwise?! Am I supposed to fight with my fists?!”
“Tch… Hey, watch out!”
Just as he was about to find Ling another weapon, Constantine suddenly noticed a tentacle flying toward her.
Ling also noticed it, though because the speed was too fast, she ultimately only had time to let go of her hand, trying to jump off the monster’s body.
Constantine directly raised the gun in his hand, aimed at the tentacle, and pulled the trigger, but his luck would not continue forever.
“No bullets left!”
Bang!
The tentacle directly sent Ling, who was in midair, flying.
And after that, it directly hit its own body.
The enormous impact caused the body, already covered in wounds, to directly split into pieces.
Piercing screams and howls rang out endlessly, making Constantine painfully cover his ears, and in desperation even begin reciting prayers.
Fortunately, its sound barely stopped right when it was about to shatter Constantine’s eardrums.
The enormous body also quickly went limp, and endless stench also began filling the church.
They succeeded.
They had really killed this monster.
“Success… success! Next, as long as we find that woman…”
He stopped halfway through his sentence and began looking around for something.
“Hey? Hey! Are you still alive! Say something!”
Constantine searched everywhere for that familiar figure, but among the countless cultists and officers similarly collapsed on the ground, finding her was truly somewhat difficult.
In addition, their time really was running out.
“Say something! Let me know where you are!”
His lone shouting echoed in the church, but for a long time he received no reply.
Under an attack of that force, did she really still have a chance to survive?
“…Damn it, it hurts so much…”
A moan suddenly sounded from a corner of the church, and Constantine also looked over, seeing Ling collapsed in the corner, clutching her mangled abdomen.
She was violently vomiting blood, her brows tightly furrowed, severely injured, seemingly possibly dying on the spot at any moment.
Constantine slowly walked toward her and slowly chambered a round in the sidearm in his hand.
“…Are you going to kill me, kill your savior?”
Ling weakly looked at Constantine, who was raising a weapon at her, and smiled somewhat mockingly.
“I knew it. You damned cultists… not a single good one…”
Constantine said nothing, only silently turned the gun muzzle around and handed the grip to Ling.
“If you want to curse me, there will be plenty of chances later. Now, stand up for me. There is no doctor here who can treat you.”
“…It seems we are comrades now?”
“I had no choice, and neither do you.”
Ling laughed again, but her injuries were indeed very serious.
Although the tentacle had not directly hit her body, merely grazing her abdomen had almost torn her body apart.
Honestly, she had already reached her limit.
Who could have thought an intelligence officer could do this much?
No one, not even herself.
She really had tried her best, but the continuously draining blood could no longer support her body’s movement.
Sleep for a while.
No one would blame her.
The world never expected her alone to save it.
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T/N: The title couldn’t any truer.