The world has turned into Hell's Game, why should I stay human?
Chapter 285 - 278 Quack! I don’t want to listen, I don’t want to listen! (Combined into one)_2

Chapter 285: Chapter 278 Quack! I don’t want to listen, I don’t want to listen! (Combined into one)_2

In an instant, the surfaces of his four tentacles completely carbonized, turning into ash upon impact and scattering with the wind.

The rest of his body also sustained various degrees of burns, looking as though it had been fished out of an iron smelting furnace.

The tentacles, with some charred remains attached, were at least half as thin as before, and his body was currently prioritizing the repair of his brain, unable to attend to the tentacles at the moment.

Despite the basic structure being intact, in such a state he definitely couldn’t withstand Dickens’s next strike.

But Liu Zheng was not panicking; he even took the time to shake the charred ash from his tentacles.

Because Dickens, who had been raging just moments ago, was now shaking his head like a drunkard.

And stuck in the withered flesh of its chest was a black USB device.

"Name: Internet Giant Slang Dictionary"

"Effect: Upon insertion into the target’s body, causes cognitive disruption in the target with a mass of jargon from internet giants. The less the target understands the jargon, the more effective it is."

Dickens, who had never even heard of the internet, naturally didn’t know what the internet was.

The vocabulary infused into its thoughts was as incomprehensible to it as the prattle of higher beings, if not more so.

"Quack! I don’t want to listen, I don’t want to listen!"

Dickens cried out just like a human being.

"Get out of my head, you demons with your filthy language!"

It cried nonsensically, waving its beastly claws wildly.

However, its target was not the close-at-hand Liu Zheng, but rather the floor of the sacrificial hall.

Deep claw marks were left on the stone floor, the splintered rocks melted by the high-temperature flames carried by the beast’s claws.

Of course, being so close, Liu Zheng could not entirely avoid being affected.

The splintered rocks and flames created gashes on his body, which looked frightening.

But this incidental injury was negligible compared to taking a direct hit from Dickens.

"Don’t want to listen? That won’t do. These are all profound maxims, mastering them could mean dying from overwork a good ten to twenty years earlier."

Liu Zheng said with a smirking grin.

Of course, although he was smiling on the outside, his heart was bleeding.

This Internet Giant Slang Dictionary was a powerful single-target control tool, one of the best in high-quality props; he had originally planned to use it against Peacock, but now it had been expended here.

Although using it to complete the deal with the Blood Healing Church was not a loss, Liu Zheng was still a bit annoyed.

Who knew that just by saying the word "Gospel," this guy would have another freak out?

Indeed, the thought processes of these heretical followers were truly peculiar.

With his four tender tentacles, he tightly grasped the Slaughter Knife, the hard metal pressing against the exposed flesh bringing waves of dull pain.

Liu Zheng ignored the pain coming from all over his body, lifted the Slaughter Knife high, and thrust it toward the wound in Dickens’s chest.

The effect of "Spirit of Self-Consumption" activated, and a large chunk of flesh disappeared from his back.

Fortunately, it did not affect his strength.

The knife tip smoothly penetrated Dickens’s body, flames bursting from the opening, scorching two more of Liu Zheng’s tentacles.

"Aoow!"

Dickens let out an agonized roar, instinctively covering his wound.

Liu Zheng was prepared and jumped back before he could be grasped.

He looked at his tentacles; the other two now had only a quarter of their original thickness.

Not to mention that the Slaughter Knife was still embedded in Dickens’s chest, even if he pulled it out, he would have difficulty unleashing its power.

Fortunately, Liu Zheng had another weapon.

A boning knife about a foot long, about two fingers wide, and weighing about two pounds.

Normally it felt a bit light for him, but now it was just right.

Liu Zheng pointed the tips of his hooves, leaped high into the air, and drove the gleaming knife tip toward the right brow of Dickens.

There was a long, narrow wound there, looking as if it had been made by some kind of dagger-like weapon.

And Dickens, having taken a heavy blow, regained some semblance of consciousness, raised his beastly paw to swat at him, like swatting at a fly.

Liu Zheng did not dodge, instead twisting his waist in midair, extracting the last bit of strength from his body, channeling it into the boning knife.

The wounds that had started to clot cracked open, and blood spurted uncontrollably from his body.

For a moment, his surroundings were filled with the stench of rotting plants.

The Beast, highly sensitive to the scent of blood, naturally smelled it too.

"Bang!"

Liu Zheng was sent flying again, while the boning knife penetrated Dickens’s beast claw and stabbed into the wound on its forehead.

He crashed to the ground, the pain of broken bones radiating throughout his body.

He struggled for a moment and failed to get up right away.

So, Liu Zheng quietly drew the pistol from his waist, chambered a round, and aimed at the wound on Dickens’s forehead.

"Name: Fake Walther PPK (Disposable)"

"Effect: Fires one high-power bullet, granting a guaranteed hit if the target has leadership status. If the target also possesses leadership status and Germanic blood, it grants both guaranteed hit and instant kill effects."

As the founder and first Grand Patriarch of the Blood Healing Church, Dickens should have leadership status.

However, Dickens didn’t counterattack while holding the wound; instead, his face contorted in retreat.

By relying on the surprise of dealing with the non-humans from Metropolis, Liu Zheng barely recognized that as an expression of fear.

"Ah! Filth, filthy blood. Go away, go away!"

Dickens used his other beast claw to cover his eyes, retreating and shouting as if he had seen something dirty.

"No, although my blood indeed isn’t clean, isn’t it a bit disrespectful for you to just blurt that out?"

He was somewhat speechless.

"Plus, what could possibly be in your blood that’s any good? I at least still have a human form, you don’t even have that anymore."

Liu Zheng mocked.

Dickens paid no heed to what he was saying and kept retreating until he reached the main altar.

It looked up at the headless angel.

"The secret blood, glorious and fleeting."

"Greatness enduring through eternity, I beg you to grant me the Holy Meal."

"So vigilant, so desirous."

"My only reliance, my sole support."

"That Holy Blood, the sweet dew of profanity."

Dickens, ignoring the blood of flames flowing from his two wounds, prayed in a low voice to the headless angel.

A blood-colored moonlight pierced through the ceiling and illuminated the neck of the headless angel.

"Damn, it’s going into the second phase."

As a seasoned ARPG gamer, how could Liu Zheng not understand what this scene meant.

If it were a real game, he would have to wait dutifully for the cutscene to finish and then plunge into the next round of arduous battle.

But this wasn’t a game, so he chose to interrupt decisively.

"Bang!"

A gunshot rang out.

An armor-piercing .50 AE bullet flew out of the barrel, aiming at Dickens.

Dickens, in the midst of praying, sensed something and swung its beast claw to block the bullet.

However, just as they were about to collide, the bullet that was flying straight suddenly arced upwards, bypassing the beast claw and striking the wound on its forehead.

Dickens, with a muddled consciousness, could not have expected such an event and watched helplessly as the bullet penetrated his skull.

His skull, strengthened by the Holy Blood and harder than steel, became the source of his doom.

The bullet pierced through the shrunken brain tissue but could not break out of the skull and was deflected by the occipital bone back inside, causing secondary and even multiple injuries within Dickens’s brain, mashing it into a mess.

Even Liu Zheng, who possessed "Blood and Flesh Rebirth," could not withstand such damage, let alone Dickens, whose robustness was far inferior to his.

The earnest and eerie prayer came to an abrupt halt, the huge beast lowered its claw, its head tilted to one side, and the fire within its body slowly extinguished.

"Phew~"

Liu Zheng breathed a sigh of relief.

Although he had spent two quality disposable items, thankfully the target was successfully killed.

As long as Amelia fulfilled her promise and helped him get the Blood Gem, Holy Grail, and Divine Son’s umbilical cord, it would be a great profit.

Even if not, as long as the Blood Healing Church helped him gather the bizarre ingredients from the Bloody Restaurant, it would not be a loss.

Just as Liu Zheng was about to move forward to collect the sawtoothed butcher knife and boning knife, he suddenly stopped in his tracks.

Dickens’s prayer had stopped, yet...

The blood-colored moonlight still hadn’t disappeared and even became brighter.

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