The Savior of American Comics? I'm the Subspace Evil God!

Chapters 447, 810, and 811: A Fierce Battle Against the Executioner

"Oh, I see……"

With Lyon's seemingly reasonable explanation, the look of doubt on Sheva Allom's face immediately disappeared.

Then she pointed the gun at the man lying on the ground opposite her, retching like a drowning person, and asked:
"What about him? I just saw that it looked like those two infected people stuffed something into his mouth."

Perhaps wanting to show Sheva Allom what a person infected with the [Praca Parasite] looks like, Leon didn't immediately blow the infected person's head off.

Instead, it allowed the other party to complete the entire process of parasitism and transformation.

After all, when infected by the [Praka Parasite] is not attacking humans, they appear no different from other normal people, except for being a little dull.

If Sheva Allom's perception isn't changed soon, and she doesn't realize the parasitic nature and horror of this parasite, she might become a hindrance in the upcoming missions.

Therefore, before the official operation, Lyon had to take the opportunity to give Sheva Allom a "lesson," since she was Lyon's guide for this operation.

"Hoah... Uh ah..."

The male Moron who had just been forced to ingest the [Praka Parasite] quickly completed the parasitism and transformation in a painful struggle. He then stood up straight from the ground, his eyes bloodshot, staring at Leon and Sheva Arom with a ferocious expression.

"Die! Die! I'm going to kill you all..."

Suddenly, four small, petal-shaped mouthparts with sharp spikes split from the male Moren's mouth. Then, like a madman, he desperately rushed towards the direction where Leon and Sheva Arom were.

However, no sooner had it made a move than Leon and Sheva Allom on the other side skillfully pulled the trigger.

Two bullets struck its head and thigh respectively, instantly killing the 'zombie'. After swaying for a moment, the 'zombie' crashed straight to the ground.

"Phew, I didn't expect this parasite to complete its parasitic process so quickly..."

Sheva Allom secretly breathed a sigh of relief, glanced gratefully at Leon beside her, and reminded him:
"It looks like we'll have to speed things up. The rebels in the surrounding area will find us soon after they hear the gunfire."

Leon didn't speak, but simply nodded. Then the two of them quickly left the two-story building and continued on their way to the designated location as planned.

Along the way, the two encountered several waves of armed rebels, almost all of whom were parasitized by the [Praka Parasite].

However, for a veteran like Lyon, these scattered ruffians are no threat at all.

So after circling around, the two finally arrived near their target assembly square without any major incidents.

However, as Lyon and Cheva Allom prepared to move forward, they were suddenly drawn to the cacophony of shouts coming from the assembly square.

Looking through the glass, one could see that hundreds of rebels had already gathered in front of the square.

They were brandishing their knives, guns, and clubs, cheering and roaring incessantly as the 'inciter' on stage, holding a megaphone, delivered his speech.

“Lyon, look! Isn’t that... isn’t that Mr. Fisher, the man being held down and awaiting execution?”

Sheva Allom pointed to the figure on the stage, being forced to kneel on the edge by two burly men, and exclaimed in shock.

Lyon looked over at the sound and found that the person was indeed Leonard Fisher, the contact who had provided them with weapons a few hours earlier.

For some unknown reason, the other party was captured by the rebels so quickly after leaving the butcher shop.

It seems that the rebels have been eyeing him for a long time and now intend to execute him here.

“We must save him!” Sheva Allom said urgently, her eyes bloodshot.

"That's too late."

Leon patted the other man's shoulder and said softly, "Besides, the two of us alone are simply not enough to deal with all the infected in the square..."

"But...but we can't just stand by and watch him die!"

Sheva Arom slowly lowered her head, her face filled with grief and indignation.

However, she knew very well that Leon was right. Facing the hundreds of infected people in the square, the two of them going out would be tantamount to committing suicide.

Meanwhile, on the stage in the assembly square, Leonard Fisher, whose identity had already been exposed, struggled desperately while shouting loudly:

"I don't understand a word you're saying! You damned terrorists, you'll all be going to hell one day!!"

"Kill this white devil."

As the 'instigator' holding a megaphone gave the order, an infected man wielding a giant axe, wearing a rough cloth mask over his head, standing over two meters tall, and pierced by countless iron nails, swung his giant axe and directly chopped off Leonard Fisher's head.

“Huha!!”

"Good kill..."

"Freedom, this is freedom..."

The rebels in the square cheered and jumped for joy, while the 'instigator' on the stage seemed to sense something and accurately pinpointed the location of Leon and Sheva Allom standing by the window from a distance of dozens of meters.

He immediately waved his hand and shouted, "There are two intruders there. Go and kill them!"

"Kill..."

Hundreds of bloodshot-eyed rebels charged toward the building where Lyon and Sheva Allom were, like maddened beasts.

"Damn it, how did that guy spot us from dozens of meters away?"

Sheva Allom could hardly believe her eyes. She and Leon had been careful enough, and with buildings all around, it was impossible for an ordinary person to accurately spot them from such a distance and in such a short time.

Unless the other person's vision and hearing were both enhanced after being infected with the [Pulaca parasite]?

Wait a minute, among these infected individuals parasitized by the [Praka Parasite], could there really be many of these special individuals with sensory abilities?
If that's the case, wouldn't the Alpha Squad, which went undercover first, have a very high probability of being exposed?
Sheva Arom was suddenly startled by her own absurd idea, and immediately shook her head violently, muttering to herself:

"Impossible, absolutely impossible, this should just be an isolated incident... Otherwise, we should have received news of the attack on the Alpha Squad long ago?"

Just then, Leon's urgent voice rang out, "Sheva, stop standing there! We have to get out of here right now!" "Okay, sure."

The two immediately left the house and headed towards the warehouse at their destination along the designated route. However, they were ambushed and killed by a large number of rebels along the way.

Just as Lyon and his companion used the terrain to shake off some of their pursuers and were about to pass through the area, they were blocked by a large gate that appeared in front of them.

"Damn it, there are even walls separating each area in this godforsaken place?"

Lyon stepped forward and gave it a push, only to find the door locked. He immediately looked at Sheva Allom with annoyance, seemingly blaming her for not having familiarized herself with the terrain beforehand.

But when she saw the exhaustion on the other person's face, she forced herself to hold back.

"Leon, I'm sorry, this door has always been open, I didn't expect... it would be locked today."

Sheva Allom clearly noticed the expression on Leon's face, and after explaining something, she immediately started calling her companions through the communicator.

"Kirk, we need urgent air support. There's been a massive riot in this area, and we're trapped by a gate. Blow it up for us..."

Leon and Sheva Allom, relying on their extensive combat experience, skillfully utilized the advantageous terrain to repeatedly deflect and counterattack the rebels' offensives, while simultaneously calling for air support via communicator to break through the enemy's blockade.

"Received, Xiewa, you two hang in there, we're coming right away."

A helicopter pilot named Kirk replied over the communicator that he was specifically responsible for providing air support and coordinate information during the operation.

"Did you hear that, Lyon? Air support is on its way."

Sheva Allom and Lyon fought and retreated. After Lyon accurately shot down a rebel in the distance who was attempting a sneak attack with a blood-stained crossbow bolt, he looked at the 'executioner' slowly approaching with a giant axe and said with some helplessness:
"Hopefully he can hurry, otherwise we might really be unable to leave."

Boom boom boom——

The gigantic 'executioner' dragged a giant axe taller than a man, surrounded by a large group of rebels, and continued to approach the alley where Lyon and Sheva Allom were.

With each step taken, the ground trembled slightly.

bang bang bang-

Faced with the overwhelming pressure of the 'executioner,' even the battle-hardened Leon couldn't help but feel a little nervous.

It wasn't because he was afraid, but because the terrain they were in was extremely unfavorable. In addition, rebels wielding melee weapons would occasionally jump out from the alleys and houses around them. Under such adverse conditions, Leon wasn't very confident that he could defeat the 'Executioner' without taking any damage.

Even so, this is based on the premise that those rebels are all carrying relatively primitive cold weapons. Otherwise, if these people were like the government troops guarding the city, each carrying an AK47, Naryang would probably turn around and run away without saying a word.

After all, no matter how important the mission is or how precious the friendship is, you still have to survive first, right?

After thinking for a moment, Leon turned to Sheva Allom beside him and said, "You can handle the small fry around here for now. I'll deal with that behemoth!"

"Ok."

Despite her nervousness, Sheva Allom remained composed, firing her gun in quick succession at the surrounding rebels with one hand, while pulling the MP5 submachine gun, which had been slung across her back, to her chest with the other, ready to provide heavy firepower to Leon at any moment before the situation spiraled out of control.

bang bang bang-

Leon pulled the trigger, scattering the rebels surrounding the 'Executioner'. He then charged forward, closing the distance to the 'Executioner' and exploiting the opponent's massive size and slow reaction time. As he moved quickly, he pulled the Hydra shotgun from behind and aimed it at the 'Executioner's' large head, which was covered by a burlap veil, before pulling the trigger.

Brake boom boom—!!!
The three barrels of the Hydra Shotgun almost simultaneously unleashed three dazzling jets of fire, accompanied by a deafening explosion. Three large-caliber slugs, made of soft lead, slightly hemispherical in shape, and hollow at the bottom, struck the 'Current Being's' head with pinpoint accuracy in the blink of an eye.

puff--

Foul black blood splattered, and the left half of the 'Executioner's' head was smashed to pieces. Half of the skull, held together by the scalp, drooped behind the head like a small hat blown over by the wind. The left brain, which had been mostly shattered by the three [slugs], was exposed in mid-air.

The burlap mask on the 'executioner's' head was also blown off by the powerful force of the attack, revealing the mutilated, grotesque head beneath.

"Phew, thank goodness it worked..."

Seeing this, Leon let out a long sigh of relief, then looked at the Hydra shotgun in his hand, shook his arm which was sore and swollen from the impact, and said with a wry smile:

"But the recoil of this gun is a bit too much, isn't it?!"

But at that moment, an unprecedented sense of crisis suddenly struck from behind, and at the same time, Sheva Allom, opposite him, pointed behind Leon in a slightly trembling voice and exclaimed:

"Leon, watch out... that guy's not dead!!!"

"what?!"

Leon was startled; the conditioned reflexes his body had developed over years of combat played a crucial role at this moment.

Lyon's physical potential exploded at its limit, causing him to lunge straight forward the instant he realized what was happening.

boom--! ! !
Almost simultaneously, a huge axe crashed down on the spot where he had just been standing.

If Lyon had hesitated even a second longer, he would have been cleaved in two by the 'Executioner'.

WTF? ? ?

Σ(⊙▽⊙“a???

When Leon scrambled to his feet, looking disheveled, and saw the 'executioner' behind him, an expression of disbelief crossed his face.

The 'executioner' whose head had just been smashed in half had a huge gray-green abscess growing on the damaged left side of his head, completely covering the damaged brain tissue inside.

A nauseating stench emanated from the enormous abscess.

Every now and then, some dark green pus would trickle out from the edge of the abscess.

No one has any doubt that when this boil is burst, a lot of disgusting pus will splatter out.

(End of this chapter)