Suddenly, the smile on maid Mary's face froze.
Because the door was not pushed open as she imagined, forget opening, it didn't move a little bit.
Others rushed over to her side as well. At first, they thought Mary was just causing trouble, but even when they push her aside, and tried together, and the church door showed no sign of moving, their expressions turned grim—as if they had eaten shit.
The old priest, noticing everyone crowding in front of the door instead of going out, squinted his eyes and asked with a hint of anger in his voice,
"What's going on?"
"The door won't open. It seems like sothing is blocking it from the outside," Soone replied in confusion.
"Push it open together, idiots," The old priest yelled, wondering if, because of staying away from the world, his people's brains stop working.
In order to hide the town's biggest secret, even the windows in the church were sealed tightly, and the space inside was not large. Even if the townspeople rushed forward one by one, they could only squeeze in.
After a lot of effort, the door was finally pushed open a crack.
Soone looked through the gap and saw a blood-stained agricultural machine leaning against the outside of the door, with three heavy oil tanks placed on it.
"It's the harvester from the warehouse."
Although it was a machine ant for harvesting crops, it had never cut grass. It was a prop they used during the carnival. Putting people in it and listening to the cracking sounds—blood and flesh flying out—was considered very interesting. This was the upgraded version of fireworks for them.
"I'll knock it open!"
The butcher was covered in fat and was obviously the most impatience among all people. He slamd the wooden door hard and cracked it. After hitting it a few more tis, the crack grew wider and wider.
The hunter looked into the darkness outside.
"This guy seems to be very smart. Maybe there'll be sothing interesting tonight. Where has he run off to now? The entrance of the town? Or already fled into the jungle?"
The woodcutter was an old man with wrinkles on his face and a grey beard, but his muscles were still solid, completely mismatched with his age. He rolled up his sleeves, revealing his thick arms, and said in a hoarse voice:
"It's useless to run anywhere. I'll chop him in half with my axe."
"That's so boring. I have to do it again." The butcher was panting. He had already opened enough space to pass through. His fat jiggled as he squeezed himself out first. He grinned:
"Cutting him a hundred tis while keeping him alive and strong enough to scream... now that's the real art. You illiterate scum can never understand real beau—"
The butcher's words stopped suddenly, his eyes frozen.
Outside the church, a figure stood next to the harvester. He held a big axe, a knife the butcher was sowhat familiar with, and had a shotgun slung over his back.
He was looking at him with a playful smile.
"If it's so interesting, then why don't you show your work of art?"
The butcher was dumbfounded, his fat face trembling slightly.
The first thought that ca to his mind was—how dare this guy show up here? And why did he have his knife?!
The next thought was—what is he going to do?
Because he saw Myne, still smiling, swing the axe high under the dark night sky. It glinted coldly as he brought it down with a snap, cutting the rope tied to the harvester.
The next mont—
The three heavy barrels of oil tanks on the harvester lost their balance and toppled over!
Not only did they knock the butcher back—
"Wow!"
But a large amount of liquid poured out from the oil tanks, splashing onto the bodies and feet of the people standing in front of the door. The pungent sll left many looking dazed.
"Is this gasoline?!" Maid Mary raised her head, ignoring the liquid on her body, and stared ahead.
She let out a sharp screech: "It's you, you pervert!!"
All the people, who had no idea where the gasoline ca from due to the butcher's fat body blocking their view, looked over when they heard her voice. Their pupils widened.
The prey they had been talking about wasn't hiding or running away, but was standing right there, at the door of the church!
Facing so many eyes, Myne seed perfectly at ease, maybe even proud.
He leaned against the harvester, looked at them, sighed slightly, and spoke in a complaining tone:
"You left the guest outside and started partying on your own. Is this how you entertain visitors? This kind of bullying... It's not okay."
Myne's figure looked a bit thin in the dark. As he watched a bunch of killers slip and struggle with feral eyes, ready to pounce,
He pulled out a match and smiled:
"But it doesn't matter. I'll add a little atmosphere to the party and join you. The more people at the party, the more joyful it becos."
Whoosh!
The burning match fell onto the gasoline.
The next mont, the raging fire leapt up directly and quickly, spreading at an unbelievable speed!
Not only was the front area at the church door stained with gasoline, but the circle around the church quickly transford into a sea of fire! Obviously, Myne hadn't let the other barrels of gasoline gather dust in the warehouse.
"Ahhh! It's so hot! It's burning to death!"
"Damn beast! Kill him! Kill him!"
"Ahhhhhhh!!!"
Constant screams and curses filled the air.
The fire seed to consu everything, enveloping the entire area around the church.
However, these killers were no ordinary people; every one of them was a madman.
Soone, ignoring the flas engulfing his body, struggled to break through and rushed towards Myne, wanting to drag him down to death.
"Bang!"
As he reached close, Myne brought down an axe without hesitation. Combined with his supernatural strength and the fact that the axe was powerful and sharp enough, the man was cut in half as easily as cake.
"Bang! Bang!"
Because Myne wanted to try sothing new, he simultaneously raised his shotgun, aiming not at the person already engulfed by the sea of fire, but at the others behind who were hiding from the flas, their faces a mixture of shock and anger.
One shot, one head – no bullet missed its mark.
Flas surrounded the church, the walls were also cracked, and thick smoke filled the air. The person at the front was already emitting the burnt sll of barbecue, and the people inside were constantly collapsing or roaring as they burst out through the thick smoke.
As for those who attempted to escape the inferno, Myne struck them down with his axe without rcy.
Except for the hunter, the woodcutter, and the butcher, who seed to be the main force dealing with outsiders and gaining the most from the sacrifices, the others were just ordinary people. After being attacked by the fire, their fighting power was significantly reduced. At most, they could only beco disoriented before having their heads chopped off.
The butcher had already fallen, his fat body sizzling as oil rendered out from the flas.
The woodcutter had also been shot in the stomach by Myne with a shotgun and lay on the ground, most certainly dead.
The hunter, however, was very alert, using the thick smoke and the bodies of others as cover. Then, while Myne was busy dealing with the people running out, he found an opportunity to leap over the sea of fire by stepping on the corpses.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
Seeing his action, Myne quickly fired three shots in a row, but the hunter dodged them all.
He frowned because this guy's physical attributes seed to have received a short-term boost due to the adrenaline surge.
"Die!"
The hunter, a tall figure, held a board studded with iron nails and rushed towards Myne with a terrifying expression, his eyes literally spitting fire with hatred. It was as if Myne had killed his entire family and was his lifelong enemy.
Myne waved his hand, and a butcher knife appeared in it, which surprised the hunter a bit, but he didn't have ti to think about it.
The mont he swung the knife, Myne suddenly felt his body speed and strength increase, and a rough idea ford in his mind.
The cold glint of the butcher knife passed directly under the hunter's suspicious gaze! He tried to block it with the wooden board in his hand, but no obstacle could withstand the power of this knife!
A lot of blood splashed out like a fountain!
The hunter's head fell to the ground first, followed by his body with a heavy thud.
"Not bad, not bad at all. I seem to have started falling in love with these kinds of knives," Myne nodded with satisfaction, observing the power boost and sharpness of the butcher knife.
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