She is not an investigator.

The violent explosion originated directly from his mangled body. All the tentacles wrapped around his limbs began to swell in unison, emitting a series of explosions. Broken limbs and strange liquids splattered everywhere, and continued to spread, advancing towards his body.

With most of its tentacles gone, its already weakened state was further exacerbated, making it the perfect opportunity for them to attack.

The clown, who had just been reduced to a head, regained his body and laughed loudly, pointing at the monster whose tentacles were still exploding.

"Hahaha! Fool! You guessed wrong!"

While it's unclear what purpose this ambiguous mockery serves at this moment, it might just be the unusual behavior that every anomaly exhibits, including the Joker.

The rain is getting heavier...

Constantine wiped his completely soaked cheeks; the rain had almost completely obscured his vision. Fighting in such weather was extremely dangerous, as too much or too little rain would also impede vision. In a battle where danger could strike at any moment, this problem was extremely fatal. Not to mention, the heavy rain would also make gunpowder weapons less effective.

"Wait...am I seeing things? It...its injuries are healing?"

That was not a misperception. The six tentacles that had been destroyed by the explosion of the six ugly creatures were slowly recovering, and the tentacles that had been broken off earlier were beginning to wriggle slowly under the increasingly heavy rain, transforming into a completely new monster.

Their bodies were entirely composed of tentacles, with numerous toes growing from their bodies. They began to approach the three people in the rain as if by unspoken agreement. Meanwhile, the giant monster in the distance was also continuously healing its injuries. If this continued, everything they had just done would be in vain, and it might even lead to more and more enemies, making it impossible to kill the monster in front of them.

"...Rain, it's rain! It's repairing itself through rain, isn't there any way to stop this rain?!"

Perhaps he'd lost his mind, Constantine actually said something like "stop the rain," and even Pasa couldn't help but glance at him again.

"We can't attack rashly, otherwise these monsters might multiply... Is there any way to deal with them?"

Passa casually kicked down a fleshy monster that pounced on him, and cleanly killed it with the bullet in his hand. But looking at the broken body, Passa had a feeling that it would get up again.

"Oh... even the clown can't do anything with these guys, they're like my family... fragmented..."

No one wants to know why the clown's family is broken into pieces, but if things continue like this, once its injuries are fully healed, the ritual will still proceed as scheduled. At that time, they may even have to face attacks from more flesh-and-blood monsters at the same time.

"The church...to the church! The moon is there! These monsters are weak; maybe the moon can control them!"

Pasa didn't know what Constantine was talking about, but he had no other choice but to trust this cult leader who had joined them midway.

But more importantly, they couldn't just leave this monster here unattended. Otherwise, even if all these flesh-and-blood monsters were dealt with, the ritual would still continue without being interrupted.

They need to find a way, either to make the moon rise or to lure the monster over.

But looking at the dark clouds in the sky, even if the moon does rise, it probably won't make much difference. So the only chance is to find a way to lure this monster to the vicinity of the church.

"It's impossible... It has no intention of moving. Even if we launch an attack, it will simply stay within that range without any intention of moving. We can't get it to take any interest at all..."

Do you think it would like to hear jokes?

No one answered the clown's question. Pasa and Constantine were both lost and helpless. This behemoth didn't take any of them seriously at all, and they had no chance of moving it to another place.

The rain is getting heavier and heavier; if it continues like this…

"You seem to need help."

Light footsteps slowly approached the group through the puddles, and a striking golden hair that shone even in the darkness drew everyone's attention.

“Igris…we need to lure it near the church, but there’s no way we can get its attention…”

"Passa! Passa, look! Don't just stand there! It's moving!"

Constantine's anxious voice suddenly came over, and Pasa hurriedly turned around to look at the monster that hadn't moved an inch no matter how they attacked it, but now it slowly turned around.

The female figure, surrounded by countless tentacles, opened her eyes at that moment and looked at Pasa.

Or rather… he looked at Igris, who was standing next to Passa.

"Oh, it seems it likes me quite a bit."

Igris raised the pistol in her hand and pulled the trigger without even looking.

"Then, see you at the church."

The Fools of the Gods - The Worship of Eternal Night: Chapter Twenty-Five, Let's Go Back to the Sewers

"And then what? What's the destination of bringing it here? Could it be to find a place with good feng shui to use as a burial site?"

Pasa ignored Igris's sarcastic remarks and turned to look at Constantine.

"You say the moon has a way to control them, but won't the moon's influence also affect us?"

Constantine's expression was somewhat unpleasant. As a bearer of the mark, he was immune to the moon's mental pollution to some extent, but apart from him, Constantine had no way to protect everyone else from being affected. After all, the moon itself was an uncontrollable source of pollution, and if he could have stopped it, he would have done so long ago.

Seemingly sensing Constantine's predicament, Pasa turned to look at Igris without hesitation.

"Get away from here for a while, the moon might affect you."

"The moon? So you came here for that? Ling gave me her necklace."

Igris held up the pendant hanging from her collar, which was the Fear Necklace, an abnormal item that could prevent mental contamination from the moon. It seemed that Ling had already explained the general situation to her.

"But the church simply can't hold that many people, we need to find a way to release the moon!"

Constantine set his sights on the Joker, hoping he could use the explosion to destroy the top of the church, lift the moon into the sky, and control the ever-growing monsters of flesh.

"Of course the clown can do it! But the sky is full of dark clouds, so you can't see the moon."

Yes, even if the moon were to rise, if it were also obscured by clouds, their only remaining chance might vanish, plunging them into true despair.

"While I would love to join your discussion, I must offer a word of advice."

Igor Iris raised her pistol with a flick of her wrist. With a strange, rattling sound of gears turning, the bullet exploded with a deafening roar, striking the fleshy monster that lunged at them.

The powerful kinetic energy shattered its already fragile body, but as it fell into the pool, its remaining body continued to writhe and struggled to stand up.

“We don’t have that much time; it’s already here.”

Igris wasn't sure if it was because of her special "favorable" title, but the monster in front of her seemed particularly interested in her, like a point of light in the darkness, constantly twisting its bloated body as it moved towards Igris.

Igris tried firing two shots at it, but it didn't work. She decided not to waste any more bullets, since the pistol didn't have much ammunition and carrying ammunition around was inconvenient. As a result, Igris only had seven bullets left.

Of course, she could also pray to the weapon in her hand, hoping it would give her some power and trigger the lucky trigger a few more times, although that still wouldn't do much good.

"Clown, how many more times can you blow it up?"

Pasa turned her attention back to the clown, since the only thing that could really harm such a behemoth was probably the chain explosion of the clown's box.

"Let me count..."

The clown stretched out his hands, frowned, and began pointing with his fingers. Feeling that it wasn't enough, he even tried to point at Constantine's fingers, but Constantine dodged him.

"One more time!"

"That damn madman... he's wasting our lives!"

Constantine was so angry he almost cursed, but the situation was indeed not optimistic. If the clown's attack could only be effective once more, then they absolutely could not use it to slow down the opponent's actions, since it was their only way to seriously damage it.

"Okay...can anyone tell me, are you guys trying to work it to death or what?"

Yi Yuegeli—Si—wrinkled her brows and looked at Yin Chichan, who was reluctant to attack the group of people. She didn't understand what their predicament was based on.

"That thing can be healed by rain... The damage we inflict on it will turn into this immortal flesh monster, and we simply don't have a way to ignore its regenerative ability and kill it directly in a short time."

Constantine told Igris everything truthfully, hoping that this girl with an extraordinary air about her would come up with some good ideas.

"How about we seek shelter from the rain?"

Igris said something that seemed perfectly natural.

"Where is Qi going? Is she praying for sunny weather now? Or is it just too cold? Should we just build a huge awning to cover her up?"

Igris wasn't angry at Constantine's questioning because she knew these guys genuinely thought she was joking, even if she was serious.

What lies beneath our feet?

"land?"

"Wrong."

"The Joker knows! There are sewers down there!"

Don't forget, they crawled up from below.

Passa seemed to vaguely understand something, and frowned slightly.

"But the space in the sewer is too small. Even if we can introduce it into the sewer, it may be damaged at any time. At that time, rainwater will still fall on it, and due to the damage to the sewer, there may be more water flowing together."

No one knows whether this guy can only heal himself with rainwater, or whether he can heal himself with any water flow, including sewage.

If that's really the case, then doing so is tantamount to sending themselves into a gladiatorial arena to face hungry beasts.

"The moon is in the church, and there are sewers below the church, and the clown can destroy its body... You know what, maybe it doesn't look as big as you think."

For example, its body structure is largely composed of tentacles.

Its true body, and its core, is that blue female body.

That might have been what Krissuna used to look like, but she might be dead? Who knows.

If the chain of explosions successfully occurs inside its limbs and hits all the tentacles, then it is not impossible for it to be trapped in the sewers after being completely destroyed.

"And...have you seen it?"

Ling staggered over at some point, but because her injuries were too severe, she was supported by Igris after only two steps to prevent her from falling to the ground.

"A thousand faces, a hundred appearances... right there below."

"A thousand faces and a hundred appearances... so what? Do you really think that kind of anomaly that only affects humans can have any effect on that monster?"

Seeing that Ling's injuries were serious but she was able to hold on for a while, Pasa felt slightly relieved, but also increasingly worried.

"Do you think that monster... can distinguish between what's real and what's fake?"

Ling's meaning is already quite clear.

All the myriad faces ever wanted was an explanation, an explanation for the countless souls who died in the sewers.

Ling looked at Constantine again and couldn't help but smile, but because she aggravated her wound, her smile looked rather awkward.

"Father, guess what sins the church you inherited has committed?"

"..."

Constantine didn't speak, but he already knew everything.

But he had no choice; he couldn't go back in time to stop everything from happening, so he never carried out such a radical massacre of the townspeople.

Unfortunately, the darkness buried in the sewers was still unearthed by a detective with ulterior motives.

That was the sin of those who came before him, and also everything he inherited.

"Alright, Ling."