“And then? What is the purpose of luring it here? Surely you are not finding a place with good feng shui to use as a graveyard.”
Pasa ignored Igris’s sarcasm and instead turned to look at Constantine.
“You said the moon can control them, but will the moon’s influence also affect us at the same time?”
Constantine’s expression was somewhat ugly.
As the mark bearer, he could to a certain extent be immune to the moon’s own mental contamination, but apart from him, Constantine had no way at all to protect everyone, to keep them all from being affected.
After all, the moon itself was uncontrollable contamination.
If he could pause it, he would have paused it long ago.
Seeming to see Constantine’s difficulty, Pasa unhesitatingly turned his head and looked toward Igris.
“Later, stay far away from here. That moon will very likely affect you.”
“The moon? So you came here for that thing? Ling gave me her necklace.”
Igris raised the pendant hanging at her collar.
It was precisely the Necklace of Fear, exactly an anomalous item that could avoid being affected by the moon’s mental contamination.
It seemed Ling had already explained the general situation to her.
“But the church simply cannot contain so many people. We need to find a way to release the moon!”
Constantine set his sights on the clown.
Perhaps he could destroy the church’s roof through explosion, letting the moon rise into the air and control the growing number of flesh monsters.
“The clown can of course do it! But the sky is full of dark clouds. The moon cannot be seen.”
Indeed, even if the moon were allowed to rise, if this moon was also covered by dark clouds, then their only and last remaining chance might also disappear, falling into true despair.
“Although I very much want to join your discussion, I must remind you of something.”
Igris casually raised her hand cannon.
Accompanied by the strange sound of gears turning, the bullet instantly burst out with an enormous noise and directly hit the flesh monster pouncing toward everyone.
The powerful kinetic energy directly shattered its already fragile body, but when it fell into the standing water, the remaining body continued to writhe and struggled to stand up.
“We do not have that much time. It has already come.”
Igris was not sure whether it was because of her special goodwill title, but the monster before her seemed especially interested in her, like a point of light in the darkness, continuously writhing its bloated body and advancing in Igris’s direction.
Igris tried giving it two shots.
It was useless, so she simply stopped wasting bullets, because the hand cannon’s ammunition capacity was originally not much, and carrying ammunition on her person was even less convenient, so much so that Igris currently had only seven bullets left in her hand.
Of course, she could also pray to the weapon in her hand, praying it would put in some effort and trigger the Lucky Trigger a few more times, although that still would not be of much use.
“Clown, how many more times can you blow it up?”
Pasa once again set his sights on the clown.
After all, the only one here who could truly cause damage to that kind of enormous creature was probably the clown’s chain explosions from his boxes. This story is hosted at g.com.
“Let me count…”
The clown extended both his hands, frowning as he began counting on his fingers, and even feeling it was not enough, prepared to count on Constantine’s fingers beside him, but was dodged.
“One more time!”
“This damned madman… He is wasting our lives!”
Constantine was so angry he almost cursed, but the current situation was indeed not optimistic.
If the clown’s attack could only take effect one more time, then it absolutely could not be used for something as meaningless as slowing the other side’s movement.
After all, this was their only means of severely wounding it.
“Fine… Can someone tell me whether you plan to tire it to death or what?”
Igris frowned, looking at the crowd who still refused to attack, completely unable to understand what exactly the predicament they spoke of was built upon.
“That fellow will be healed by the rainwater… All the damage we cause to it will turn into this kind of undying flesh monster, and we simply have no means to ignore its recovery ability in a short time and directly kill it.”
Constantine truthfully told Igris everything, and looked forward to whether this young girl, whose temperament already seemed extraordinary, could think of any good idea.
“How about avoiding the rain?” Igris said something that sounded only natural.
“Where to? Are we supposed to pray for clear weather now? Or simply build a super huge rain shelter and cover it underneath?”
Facing Constantine’s questioning, Igris was not angry, because she knew these fellows indeed thought she was joking, even though she was serious.
“What is beneath our feet?”
“Ground?”
“Wrong.”
“The clown knows! Below is the sewer!”
Do not forget, they had crawled up from down there.
Pasa seemed to vaguely understand something and slightly frowned.
“But the sewer space is too small. Even if we really could lure it into the sewer, it might also destroy it at any time. When that time comes, the rain will still fall on it, and even because of the sewer’s destruction, there may be more water flows converging together.”
No one knew whether this fellow would only heal itself through rainwater, or could heal itself through any water flow, including sewage.
If that was really the case, then doing this would be no different from putting themselves into a beast-fighting cage, facing a ravenous beast.
“The moon is in the church, the sewer is below the church, and the clown can again destroy its body… You know, maybe it is not as big as it looks.”
For example, a large part of its bodily structure was composed of tentacles.
That might have been what Chrisuna once looked like, though she might be dead?
Who knows.
If the chain explosion could successfully occur inside its limbs and hit all the tentacles, then it, having been completely destroyed, was not necessarily impossible to trap in the sewer.
“Also… have you seen it?”
Ling, staggering on her feet, had at some point also come over.
But because her injuries were too severe, after just two steps she was supported by Igris to prevent her from falling to the ground.
“Thousand Faces Hundred Aspects… is right down there.”
“Thousand Faces Hundred Aspects… so what? Do you really think that kind of anomaly that only targets humans can affect that monster?”
Pasa looked at Ling.
Although her injuries were severe, the fact that she could barely hold on to a breath made him somewhat relieved, but he also felt increasingly worried.
“Do you think that monster… can distinguish what is real and what is fake?”
Ling’s meaning was already very clear.
What Thousand Faces Hundred Aspects wanted had always been only an explanation, an explanation for the countless undead who had died in the sewer.
Ling once again looked toward Constantine and could not help but smile, though because it pulled at her wound, the smile looked somewhat ugly.
“Priest, guess. What crimes did the church you inherited commit?”
“…”
Constantine said nothing, but he had long known everything.
But he had no choice.
It was impossible for him to go back to the past and stop everything from happening, so he had also never been that radical in carrying out large-scale massacres of the townsfolk.
Unfortunately, the darkness buried in the sewer was still dug out by a certain detective with ulterior motives.
That was the sin belonging to predecessors, and also everything he had inherited.
“All right, Ling.”
Igris gently patted Ling’s shoulder, drawing the attention of this intelligence operative, who was so injured she was almost hanging on to life by a single breath.
“Next, leave it to us.”
“…Heh, saying that in your current state does not make people feel assured.”
“Right…”
Igris, however, unconcernedly looked toward the enormous figure getting closer and closer to her, brushed the wet golden hair from before her eyes to the side, and said in a low voice.
“But I am not the only one here, am I.”