She is not an investigator.

Its body was covered in tentacles, with no other limbs in sight. Its rounded body was completely enveloped by tentacles, and as it moved its tentacles, its scarlet pupils and sharp teeth appeared before everyone.

Now, they must face their real enemy.

……

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The Fools of the Gods—The Worship of Eternal Night: Chapter Twenty-One, The World Never Expects One Person to Save It

"Isn't your moon any good for anything else?!"

"What use do you have for it? To throw at people?"

"Then why can't you make it stop first!"

"If I could do it, I would have done it already!"

Inside the narrow church, enormous tentacles, enveloping countless unconscious police officers and cultists, swept through everything in their path, causing wooden benches and lampposts to shatter and collapse, resembling a giant blender.

Ling held up her sidearm for a long time but hesitated to fire.

"What are you standing there for!"

"Shut up! My men are still attached to it!"

Kang Siling, frustrated and disappointed, rushed forward to try and snatch the phosphorus gun from Shan Ling's hand, but she grabbed his hand and pressed the gun against his head.

"If you're too scared to shoot, give me the gun! My men are up there too!"

How can they be compared?!

"They are all human beings!"

Constantin didn't waste any more words. He simply pushed away the person who was pressing down on him and picked up the machete that a cultist had dropped on the ground.

"If we let it block our way here, we'll have no chance of getting out! We have to take it down!"

"...You can't do it!"

"Do you think I don't know this is suicide?"

Constantine took a deep breath, looked at the enormous monster raging at the door, and unconsciously made the sign of the cross.

"May the Lord bless me..."

"You still believe in God?"

It seems this cult leader isn't particularly devout in his beliefs.

"I only believe that Erlin Er Er Yi San Ling VIII can protect me. If you tell me that converting to the Deep Sea Church now can directly kill the other side, I will not hesitate at all."

Constantine was never a competent priest because he never lived for his faith, but only for himself.

Ling pulled Constantine back again, only to be met with a furious glare from the priest who was already prepared to die.

"What else do you want! Do you expect someone to come and save us?!"

"No... to be honest, if you really wanted to take that thing and rush up to your death, I wouldn't stop you, but right now you're my only helper."

Under Constantine's questioning gaze, Ling tossed her sidearm to him.

"Do you know how to use it?"

"What are you going to do...?"

Ling tied her hair back and said softly.

“You are a priest, and you have not undergone systematic combat training. Even if your true identity is a cultist, it does not mean that you have experience in dealing with this kind of monster. And now, standing in front of you is Ling, an agent from the Special Investigations Division’s Intelligence Group.”

Her gaze swept over the monster in front of her, which had completely lost its mind, was destroying everything in sight and blocking the entrance and exit, and she chuckled softly.

"Don't hit the wrong person."

"...!"

The next moment, Ling grabbed the machete from Constantine's hand and charged forward. As Ling got close, a tentacle, wrapped in tremendous force, lashed out at her body. The cultists and police officers hanging on it fell to the ground, their fates unknown.

Without any hesitation, Ling deliberately fell to the ground, using this as an excuse to dodge the attack. She then used her machete to strike the tentacle that it hadn't yet retracted.

The machete wasn't sharp; even when faced with the tentacles, which had high muscle strength, it only left a wound and didn't cut them off completely.

But that's enough.

Because it does bleed.

"Don't just stand there! Shoot it in the body!"

boom!

A bullet shot out instantly, narrowly missing Ling's body, and directly hitting its body full of eyes and sharp teeth, splashing out a strange yellowish-brown liquid.

"You fucking almost hit me!"

"Shut up! I've never used this thing!"

Why didn't you say so sooner?!

But Ling had no time to care about any of that. The monster, now under attack, had gone completely berserk. All of its tentacles came to life and lashed out at Ling on the ground.

"Great opportunity! Now's the chance! Shoot it in the body!"

Without the protection of the tentacles, Ling's vulnerable body was completely exposed to Constantine's gun, and her danger was growing.

There's no way she could possibly handle an attack from more than a dozen tentacles at the same time.

boom!

Another bullet was fired, hitting one of its eyes directly, causing it to abruptly retract one of its waving tentacles to cover its injured eye.

"It's injured! Its weakness is in its eye!"

"Can you even hit me?!"

"I'm lucky!"

At times like these, you can only rely on luck.

Ling rushed forward, taking three steps at a time, and charged towards the oncoming tentacles. Without dodging or avoiding, she held her machete horizontally in front of her chest and used it to embed herself into one of the tentacles, but she still couldn't sever it.

The immense impact nearly made Ling's scalp tingle, and her wrist felt as if it had been twisted, resulting in a severe injury, but she had already achieved her goal.

"continue!"

boom!

Another bullet was fired, and as expected, it hit its eye again. Seemingly due to the pain, it gave up the attack and tried to protect its body with its tentacles once more.

But it forgot that there was a person embedded in its tentacles.

"I can't hit it!"

"Watch me now!"

Ling climbed directly onto its body along the retracting tentacles, and the moment she got close, she pulled out the cleaver from one of its tentacles and stabbed it fiercely into the gap between the tentacles.

Unlike the obvious obstruction felt when hitting the tentacles, the machete in her hand sliced ​​through the body, which was protected by layers of tentacles, as easily as cutting tofu, and a large amount of liquid began to gush out.

Ling did not stop there. The machete in her hand was deeply embedded, so she took the initiative to pull it out and stab it in again.

The relentless attacks caused its massive body to tremble uncontrollably. Countless wild tentacles lashed out at its body, trying to drive Ling away, but only resulting in more wounds and more severe injuries.

Monsters without brains are the easiest to deal with.

"It's about to die, finish it off! Fire all the bullets!"

"I'm fixing it!"

A series of gunshots rang out, accompanied by the monster's piercing screams. Constantine quickly ran out of ammunition, but without hesitation, he rushed towards the police officer who had been flung to the ground by the tentacles, snatched his sidearm, and continued to unleash a hail of bullets.

Ling's body was almost completely drenched in blood from its wounds, and when she pulled out the machete again, the blade simply fell off her hand.

"Can't you get some better weapons?!"

"Is this the time to talk about this?"

"What else?! Should I use my fists?!"

"Tsk... Hey, watch out!"

Just as Constantine was about to find Ling a new weapon, he suddenly noticed a tentacle flying towards him.

Ling noticed it too, but because of the speed, she only had time to let go and try to jump off the monster.

Constantine raised his gun, aimed it at the tentacle, and pulled the trigger, but his luck wouldn't last.

"Out of bullets!"

boom!

The tentacle ripped Ling out of mid-air and then struck his own body. The immense impact tore his already wounded body to pieces, and piercing screams and howls rang out incessantly. Constantine covered his ears in pain and, in desperation, even began to recite a prayer.

Fortunately, its roar stopped just before it shattered Constantine's eardrums, and its enormous body quickly went limp, filling the church with an endless stench.

They succeeded; they really killed the monster.

"It's a success...it's a success! Now all we have to do is find that woman..."

He stopped mid-sentence and began looking around for something.

"Hello? Hello! Are you still alive? Say something!"

Constantin searched everywhere for that familiar figure, but among the several cult members and police officers who appeared to be slumped on the ground, it was quite difficult to find her.

In addition, they really don't have much time left.

"Say something! Let me know where you are!"

His shouts echoed through the church, but he received no response for a long time.

Given the force of the attack, was it really possible for her to survive?

"...Damn, it hurts so much..."

A wail suddenly rang out from a corner of the church. Constantine looked over and saw Ling slumped against the wall, clutching her bloodied and mangled abdomen.

She was coughing up large amounts of blood, her brows furrowed, clearly severely injured and on the verge of dying at any moment.

Constantine slowly walked towards her and carefully cocked his sidearm.