Old Gods, Rapid-Fire Guns, and Prohibition

Chapter 245 [Gift]

"Are you only bringing this many people to see me?"

Karst looked at Vasini.

"These few people are enough."

Vasini's tone was very confident.

Karst simply shook his head.

Then, in the next moment, several vines shot towards Vasini and his men from an angle.

Vasini remained still, but the black light was already dancing and spinning.

Neil the Throat Slitter is back in action.

Several vines have been completely chopped up.

Meanwhile, his subordinate, Winster, was firing his typewriter as he retreated.

The bullets naturally couldn't harm Karst, and he showed no emotion at the fact that his vines had been cut off, as if it were just an appetizer before a main course, simply enjoying the moment of leisure.

Valenzo was still struggling, as if asking, "Where are my family?"
"Family? This guy is asking where his family is, isn't he? Haha, sorry, I've already eaten your whole family. Thank you for the meal."

Karst sounded rather embarrassed.

With his near-perfect face, it seemed that he really hadn't done anything wrong.

Valenzo was going crazy, but there was nothing he could do. He could only struggle violently, almost suffocating.

Vasini rescued him with a single slash, his eyes still fixed on the karst.

His men have already withdrawn; that's about it.

His eyes narrowed, and the knife whistled towards Karst's front.

"Is this the trick again?"

Karst paid no heed; several vines rose up, about to entangle Neil, the throat-slitter.

The fact is, he successfully entangled him.

"Is that all?"

I seem a little disappointed.

Then, the glass window behind him shattered suddenly, and a figure rushed out with unimaginable speed, striking him directly in the back.

Karst's reaction was already quite fast; the vines had already risen the moment the glass shattered.

However, while the vines could block Neil the Throat Slitter, they couldn't stop the figure at all.

The vines were easily torn apart.

It was struck by a massive, blood-red battle axe.

After tearing the vines apart, the battle axe did not stop for a moment and continued forward, slashing towards Karst's fair neck.

The karst itself naturally rose up with that layer of wooden armor.

However, the wooden armor that could stop Neil the Throat Slider could not stop the great axe from swinging.

In an instant, half of Karst's neck was severed.

The sheer force of the impact was like an unstoppable whirlwind.

Karst couldn't help but burst into laughter: "That's right, that's more like it! This is the kind of blood food that tastes right!"

Only then, by the dim light, could one barely make out what the person wielding the giant axe looked like.

He was a full two meters tall, and it didn't seem out of place for him to wield that giant axe. His muscles were bulging all over his body, and he wore only a black vest. He also wore a strange iron mask on his face, making him look exceptionally fierce.

One axe blow failed to completely sever Karst's head, and the giant tried to pull it out and strike again.

But the vines in the karst landscape are also growing rapidly.

It wasn't just growing around the giant; it was growing throughout the entire room, and vines were even breaking through the windows from the outside.

It seems that the entire building is growing.

Vasini had barely freed himself from the previous vines when he was enveloped by new ones. The giant's body was also somewhat restrained.

The main problem is that there are too many vines.

"You prepared a gift for me, how could I forget? Do you like this gift?"

Karst's tone was full of joy and satisfaction.

All his hard work in preparing this was worthwhile. He didn't even eat the best blood of young girls, offering it all to that thing. He even managed to get a drop of ancient god blood, supposedly from the black market, from the blood of Morma.

Now it seems that it might not be a fake after all; its power is extraordinary, even stronger than he had anticipated.

Now, it's time to reveal the truth. Let him see what kind of deity almost harmed his soul that day.

He looked at Vasini, completely ignoring the giant axe still embedded in his neck.

Vasini was also entangled and was now in a precarious situation, but his eyes remained firm. Since the last time, his faith had become incredibly strong. He firmly believed that God was omnipotent and that no one could defeat Him.

Even now, given the current situation.

"Oh? You still believe in your God? Now I'm really interested."

Karst pulled at the vines, trying to drag Vasini over.

It was at this very moment.

Light came on, illuminating the entire room and making the karst landscape so dazzling that nothing could be seen.

He also felt a tremendous stinging and burning sensation from the light.

The vines were instantly set ablaze.

Both Vasini and the giant broke free from their restraints.

The giant, in particular, drew his massive axe and brought it down with another swing, without the slightest hesitation.

When the light faded, they saw that Karst's head had flown up.

He screamed in agony, "No!!! My body! My perfect body!"

But instead of words, he was met with a barrage of bullets.

The bullet came from the light, and the light came from a walking stick.

The person who fired the shot was Ethan, and his bullet was also unusual.

These bullets were blessed by Saint Quantica.

As Saint Quantius began to recover, he was able to do more things, such as infusing his power into bullets and weapons.

The staff of asceticism was far more lethal than imagined, rendering Karst almost instantly incapacitated.

Ethan's subsequent bullets also had a significant effect.

Karst's head, which had been severed but was still alive, had its skin completely shattered and withered under the bombardment of bullets.

Karst let out an unimaginable scream.

"My face! My face!"

Ethan didn't stop, he moved forward quickly, and grabbed Neil, the still-flying throat-slitter.

"Can I borrow your knife?"

He said to Vasini.

Vasini naturally dared not disobey and allowed Ethan to wield the knife.

Ethan's current strength as a True God is roughly equivalent to an advanced version of a Saint of the Underworld, so he also has the power to blaspheme. Within a sufficient range, his melee weapons have a very strong boost.

Neil the Throat Slitter is an excellent cold weapon.

Holding the knife forward, giving Karst no time to breathe, Neil the Throat Slider wielded his knife with even more ornate lines, almost becoming an ink painting as he chased after Karst's already shattered head.

Karst was still struggling, summoning more vines to protect himself.

But Neil the Throat Slitter severed everything, and ultimately shattered his own head.

(End of this chapter)