Chapter 226
Chapter 226
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 226
Chapter Title: Holy War Army
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It was pure, unadulterated pandemonium.
These fuckers were eating people!
And not just any way—they'd thrown in carrots and potatoes, simmering it all up into a goddamn stew like it was the most delicious thing! I'd seen all sorts of bullshit since coming to this world, but nothing had shocked me as much as this. Not once!
"You motherfucking bastards! You're all fucking dead!!"
So much rage was pumping through me that the world looked blood-red. My body trembled at the inhuman atrocity. Even that vile Demon Hitler hadn't stooped to this shit...!
People eating people!
It was evil that shattered my common sense!
I wondered if this was how those cops felt busting KKK bigwigs cooking up black boys.
I felt true "rage" itself.
"This is!!! Something that should!!! Never, ever happen!!!"
Elise was foaming at the mouth, thrashing about. "Kaaaaak!!" Screams echoed from inside the tent. Blood gushed from the severed ankle stump, splattering everywhere as the thing flailed.
"Elise, you fuck! Drag all these bastards out! We need to punish them properly, by the book!"
"Got it!!"
Blinded by fury, I grabbed the ankles of the double-legless bandit and hauled it outside. Elise roughly yanked out the one next to it.
"Uwaaaaaak—!!!"
"Kaaaaak!!!!!!"
Screams erupted. But they weren't human. Just the disgusting howls of monsters.
"Ejasu's emblem!"
Elise bellowed at the revealed bandit's face. That's right! Both had tattoos etched on them! Ejasu cultists!
Hetics!
And strangely, they were crying. Faces twisted in agony, tears streaming down.
...They can cry?
These things can shed tears too!?
I was starting to lose grasp on what this world even was. Filled with malice, suffering, and wickedness! You bastards have no right to tears!
"H-how! How can you shed tears and do such evil!"
"Crocodile tears! Crocodile tears! Even now, these fuckers are mocking their victims!"
Elise raised her mace high.
The bastards, lives hanging by a thread, just writhed and screamed about their crushed ankles. These motherfucking shits! Worrying only about themselves even now!
A kind of terror hit me at their selfish depravity.
Ultimate psychopaths.
These maggots wriggling in the blood pool—they were the real monsters. Crocodile tears to mock victims, feigning pain to fret over their own safety.
Dizziness washed over me.
Can people...
Can people really be like this?
"Hold on, Elise!"
I grabbed her arm as she swung the mace down.
"Don't stop me! Punishment! Retribution! Saint! Why are you stopping me?!"
"That's not it! Killing them now would be mercy!"
"Mercy...? Mercy, you say?!"
"Yeah! It's saving them from their torment!"
"No way!!!"
Exactly. Killing them quick would violate every law. They had to pay for eating people, no matter how!
⚙ SYSTEM NOTIFICATION ⚙ [Well thought. Buddha Kim Katt. Save the sentient beings with your ideology.] Even the inner Buddha, appearing only in extreme chaos, agreed I was right. Something hot boiled up inside. Exploding mana surged through me, heart pounding wildly.
"Elise! The legs! Smash the legs more, make 'em suffer!"
"Fitting punishment! Understood!"
—Thwack! Thud! Thud!
—Thwack! Thud! Thud!
Rational thought was impossible.
Elise and I unleashed merciless beatings on the writhing heretics. Each mace strike shattered bone; I stomped the severed stumps, squeezing out blood.
"Kr, aaaaaah—!!! If you're gonna kill me!!! Just do it quick!!! You fucking bitch!!!"
"Fuck! Fuuuuck!!! Fuuuuuuck!!!"
Finally snapping to, the two started screaming curses, advertising their bandit asses. No apologies to victims—just filth...!
Ultimate evil!
Just breathing the same air made me want to puke!
"Bullshit! You pay for cannibalism before dying!"
"Even death's too good for you!"
"Keurghaaaa...!"
I whipped out my knife, jammed it into its thigh, and twisted like a devil's club. "Tzzzzzzzaaak!!!" Like Heungbu's gourd spilling treasures. Twisting this thigh birthed filthy screams!
The wicked's pain—my gold and jewels!
—Slice it nice and slow.
Then it foamed at the mouth, eyes rolling back!
"Th-this fucker! Possession! Spirit possession! Kill it!"
I'd heard of evil heretic arts summoning wandering ghosts for massive power boosts. Foaming and rolled-back eyes screamed that spell!
"Elise! Time to kill 'em! These fuckers still ain't right!"
"Understood! Lord of Order, Izermart! Burn these wicked ones with radiant light, annihilate even their souls!!!"
—Thwack!
Elise smashed the bandit's skull with her violent prayer. I ended mine by driving the knife from its thigh straight into its forehead.
—Squelch.
The blood-spewing bodies went limp.
"Haa... haa..."
Hot breaths burst out.
The red world normalized.
"Calm down, Saint."
Mana flooding my brain receded inward. Calm... Deep breath, and it worked. As I exhaled, Elise patted my back; Winia poked my waist.
"Damn, darky, you're one crazy motherfucker. Thought you lost it."
"Haa... haa... Winia. Anything else?"
"Nah, just those two. And whatever that sis brought, I guess."
"Claudy?"
I glanced where she nodded. Claudy trudged over, two severed heads dangling by hair in one hand, dragging a burly squirming man with the other.
"Hng... No strong ones, huh."
"Grrrrk! Let go, you whore!"
"Oh my."
—Flash!
That word shook my brain again.
Claudy casually flung the big bandit our way. Light toss, but monstrous force. It flew up, crashed into the ground.
"Guhak!"
It flopped around.
Can't stand?
"Katt. This one said nasty shit to me."
"You motherfucking son of a bitch! There's shit you say to people and shit you don't!!!"
Who talks to my girl like that!
Eyes rolled back again; I drove a judge's elbow into its broad back! —Thwack! Full body weight in brutal strike!
"Kahak!"
It puked air!
"You fucker! Didn't your mom teach you manners?!"
"Wh-what crazy fuck is this...!"
"Still yapping! Elise! Interrogation!"
"Interrogation! Got it!"
Elise and I laid into it bare-handed, no mercy. One's enough for questioning. Beat 'em senseless first, then they talk. Pound away!
"True strike!"
"Holy blow!"
"Ku, kuhak! Stop! Stop it!"
Ejasu tattoo on its face, cannibals too. No need to see 'em as people. Calling them human would downgrade humanity itself.
I couldn't bear that sin.
So, they're not human.
"Elise, step back a sec! Gotta instill some proper mindset!"
"Proper mindset?!"
"Yeah! You'll see!"
I hit the bandit with the forbidden armbar I'd always wanted to try. Grab arm, hook leg. Claudy'd sliced its tendons—it couldn't resist.
"What the fuuuuuck are you dooooing!!!"
"Heavenly Demon Art Hyper Armbar!"
"Hrkkkkuuuugh!!!"
—Crack!!
Arm bent grotesquely! Its eyes rolled back. N-no way... possession too?! Fury rising, I shifted to rear naked choke when Winia hooked her staff on my neck.
"Darky, you'll kill it. Interrogation, right?"
"Oh, right."
"Kghk...! K-kill me! Please kill me! I don't know shit!"
"Lying sack of shit! Where do you get off?!"
Still bullshitting, clueless!
No guilt in these fucks at all!
Despair hit deep!
Lying still? Born evil, no goodness! Innate demons, ultimate psycho fiends!
That was this monster's name!
—Ah, despair.
Anyway, interrogate.
Luck out, maybe find other camps. I stood, laid it flat. The gasping bandit grimaced, moaning human-like.
...Mimicking people.
"...Elise. Let's interrogate. Might learn other bandits' spots."
"Yes! It's only right!"
"Show 'em our Divine Torture skills from sweeping slum heretics."
"Of course! Saint! Chant the slogan! Divine!"
"Friend!"
"Holy Torment!"
"Justice Sadism!"
—Slap!
I thrust arms out, forming ultimate cross.
Winia sighed, clucking her tongue.
Winia, you don't get style or justice.
Claudy tidied up, lining severed bandit heads. Kicked the pot into bushes, spilling contents... Return to nature, victims.
"Heh heh heh, now, you heretic fuck. Time for honest talk, so cooperate. Smooth trip to the afterlife."
"Heh heh heh... No forgiveness. No mercy. No salvation, no rest—just hell awaits. But cooperate, and you can close those filthy eyes."
Familiar threat, and it started bawling like a baby.
"Y-you're killing me anyway, you fucks...! Sniff, heuk!"
Amid chaos, it nailed the point sharp.
Yeah.
It's dying here no matter what. Painful death or more painful—pick one.
No talk? Torture to death. Talk? Less torture, then death. Either way, torture to make it pay.
"What? Fucker? Elise, chop fingers first. Not chat-ready yet."
"N-no!"
"No? Since when you on first-name with me?"
"P-please don't...!"
Death certain, spirit broke—attitude softened. Good. Torture basics: beat first, then extract info.
Elise shoved mace toward its mouth.
"Where are the other bandits? Don't say, and this mace goes down your throat in Order God's name."
"Sniff... Don't know, I don't knooow...!"
Crocodile tears soaked ground; Elise roared. I danced to soothe eaten victims' spirits.
Jazz melody from somewhere, outdated tune on wind?
Anyway, ancients danced to commune with heaven. Dance to calm souls, send to god.
"Hiiik...! Hnguuuuk!!!"
My random move dropped terror vibe; bandit bawled hard.
Claudy clapped, grinning at my dance. Winia, bored, perched on rock, sighing.
In this mad world, I danced and sang to god.
"—Libera Nos." Deliver us, Lord.