She is not an investigator.

Igris gently patted Ling's shoulder, drawing the attention of the intelligence officer who was barely clinging to life.

"Now it's our turn."

"...Ha, it's not reassuring for anyone to say such things when you're like this."

"Right..."

Igris, however, looked nonchalantly at the massive figure that was getting closer and closer, wiped the wet blond hair in front of her eyes aside, and said in a low voice.

"But I'm not the only one here, am I?"

……

I want to add more chapters, but I lack the motivation.

The Gods' Fool's Play - Eternal Night Worship: Chapter Twenty-Six, Self-Destructing Infantryman Igris

"Do you know the battle plan?"

"Of course! Prepare the gift box! Give it to your friend! Wait for the right moment, and then... boom!"

The clown seemed very excited; he loved explosions, and the more intense and spectacular the explosion, the more excited he became.

Igris's idea was simple: since the monster would come to the church sooner or later, and it was obviously coming for Igris, all she needed to do was hold the clown's gift box, which was a bomb, and launch a suicide attack when it arrived at the church and got close to her.

It might sound dangerous, but in reality, because of the Joker's nickname, this explosion probably won't kill her outright. Although there's still the concern about potential follow-up damage, if it succeeds, then the second step can be safely entrusted to the Joker.

How many steps does it take to put a monster into a box?

Three steps.

Open the box, put it inside, and close the box.

If all plans succeed, then once they reach the sewers, it will be like catching a turtle in a jar – a perfect trap.

The most important step is probably whether this chain box can be completely stripped bare in one go.

Igris felt a lot of pressure because she was now the hope of the whole village.

"Don't be nervous...you can do it..."

Constantine looked even more nervous than Igris; his voice was even trembling.

Igris thought the priest would be more mature than he looked, but he was still as unreliable as ever.

"Alright, go shake it over there, and remember to stop those small guys for me."

Constantine nodded, then quickly stepped back.

Painsalin glanced at Igris, who seemed to have no reaction for a long time, hesitated as if she wanted to say something, but knowing his personality, she figured he wouldn't say anything too mushy, so she simply shut her mouth and moved away from Igris.

The rain was getting heavier, and the damage caused by the clown had mostly healed. Only one remaining severed limb could be seen swaying and regenerating.

In less than half a minute, it will be fully recovered and continue the ritual.

But who cares, because either Igris or it is going to die today.

They'll either be blown up or drowned.

At times like this, Igris actually takes things in stride.

Even if this is her hard-won second life, it is a second chance that she may not be able to have again.

But who is she? The legendary investigator Aaron, who can face the ancient, phantom-like humanoid creature in the deep sea, how could a mere octopus make her feel afraid?

Although she was still a little nervous, reciting her name before the battle began made her feel much better.

and so…

"It's coming!"

boom!

Passa's gunshot was like the starting pistol of the match, instantly knocking down the fleshy monster that pounced on Igris. In that instant, Igris also displayed her amazing physical coordination, dodging a lunge and stepping directly onto the fleshy monster in front of her, leaping high into the air.

This was undoubtedly an extremely dangerous move, especially when she was facing a huge monster that was constantly waving its tentacles. With her feet off the ground, she would have absolutely no chance of dodging the tentacle attacks while in mid-air.

But it doesn't matter, as long as she can touch the tentacles, that's enough for her.

She was gambling that even if the tentacle actually hit her, she wouldn't be in a near-death state. If that were the case, she would still have a chance to detonate the box near its body.

Only in this way can the explosive waves and range of the grenade cover all its tentacles, and its main body, that is, the blue figure, will completely lose the protection of all its tentacles!

Sure enough, as she leaped into the air, a tentacle shot directly toward her body, and two more tentacles completely blocked all her possible escape routes. If these three tentacles had met in mid-air, Igris would have been instantly crushed into a pulp!

If this attack hits, Igris will be in a near-death state without any chance of survival. If she tries to detonate the box after losing her life-saving skills, that would be a true suicide mission!

So, under everyone's gaze, she did something no one would have expected.

She pointed the pistol at her shoulder and pulled the trigger without hesitation.

The sound of gears turning filled the air, and the enormous kinetic energy instantly propelled her body from mid-air, changing her originally fixed downward trajectory into a strange and unpredictable arc.

At that moment, the three tentacles collided directly. The scene that I had imagined, where Igris would be crushed into mincemeat, did not occur. Instead, due to the great force, the three tentacles froze in place, giving Igris the opportunity to continue to approach.

As she approached the body of Igris, which was wrapped in layers of tentacles, dozens, even hundreds, of tentacles all began to wave in unison, welcoming Igris, this uninvited guest, with their greatest courtesy.

They tried to catch Igris, to catch the wounded cat, but despite the relentless onslaught of countless tentacles, Igris continued to move freely through the gaps between them.

But when she tried to get closer again, the pain in her shoulder momentarily distracted her.

In that instant, a tentacle shot out swiftly, heading straight for Igris's head.

She had no time to dodge, and in desperation, she could only raise her injured hand and aim the pistol at the attacking tentacles, but she didn't have time to pull the trigger.

In the rain, a gunshot shattered the deathly silence, miraculously hitting the tentacle and deflecting it.

Constantine lowered the gun in his hand with a slight tremor and began to breathe heavily.

No one knows why he dared to fire at such a distance. If he hadn't shot well, Igris might have been hit by the bullet, not to mention that he hadn't received any systematic shooting training at all.

"I've always been very lucky..."

But perhaps it was precisely because of this that he dared to fire that bullet that represented a miracle.

Igris did not disappoint this miracle. Without hesitation, she pulled the trigger at the tentacle blocking her path. With the sound of gears turning, flames and bullets sprayed into all the flesh and blood in front of her, clearing a path to the deeper part of the tentacle.

Or rather... a dead end.

This was true for Igris, and it was also true for the monster.

Without hesitation, she plunged into the swarm of tentacles, making no attempt to hide the madness and joy on her face, and unwrapped the gift from the clown that she always carried with her.

"boom".

Her voice was drowned out by the tentacles, and the gift box shattered, drenched by rain, and fell to the ground.

The next moment, a muffled sound suddenly erupted, and the huge monster standing not far away, surrounded by tentacles, also shed all its disguise at this moment.

A series of bulges and explosions erupted on all its tentacles, splattering countless indescribable, disgusting liquids and flesh everywhere. At this moment, the high-up figure opened its eyes, looking painfully at its own shattered limbs and at the figure in the explosion.

"She succeeded..."

Constantine stared at the enormous, seemingly melted monster before him and involuntarily took a deep breath, only to be choked by the rain and begin to cough uncontrollably.

Pasa didn't say much or hesitate at all, and rushed over directly.

The explosions had stopped, and as planned, it was time for them to work with the Joker.

So now, tell me, how many steps does it take to put the gods into a box?

The Fools of the Gods—The Worship of Eternal Night: Chapter Twenty-Seven, The End

a mess.

On the ground, which was covered in a mixture of blood, flesh, and strange liquid, two bodies lay side by side.

One was Igor, filthy and almost unrecognizable from being blown apart; the other was the blue-green figure, trembling slightly, its body covered in scorch marks and wounds, but as the rain fell, its body was healing at an alarming rate.

With no time to worry about Igris's life or death, Pasa fired another shot at the body. The clown who rushed over then took out an enormous gift box, placed it on the body, and, with a violent shake, sealed it into an exquisite box tied with a bow.

But almost the instant it was tied up, the box suddenly began to corrode, with strange marks constantly appearing on it, as if it was trying to destroy it.

The Joker wasted no time. At this crucial moment, he hoisted the box onto his shoulder and charged madly toward the church's cellar door.

The countless pieces of flesh and blood that had been blown to pieces finally transformed into monsters at this moment, and they all rushed towards the clown carrying the box.

They completely ignored Igris on the road, ignored Pasa, and ignored...

Constantine, their goal is to reclaim that body and continue the ritual.

But don't forget where they are now.

"Two moons in the sky..."

Constantine chanted devoutly and opened the church doors, completely exposing the already dazzling moon to the path of countless flesh-and-blood monsters.

"Your Majesty!"

Father Constantine, facing the endless stream of fleshy monsters, roared in fury.

Behind him, the pure and holy moonlight cast a shadow over his face, while in front of him, countless flesh-and-blood monsters slowly stopped their search for their master, stood before the church, gazed at the sacred moonlight, and slowly prostrated themselves on the ground, like the most devout believers, praising their Lord.

……

The sound of water flowing continuously from the surrounding pipes was a clear indication of the disaster brought about by the eight torrential rains.

The gift box on the clown's back had long been completely corroded, and his body was melting away until he angrily threw the body to the ground and laughed wildly.

"Fish crawling ashore are no match for chopping boards! A swift, decisive cut is enough for me to eat three bowls!"

It rhymes, but it doesn't sound very cultured. But he's just a clown after all, and his most literary talent is probably his jokes.

Without the rain, the blue figure finally opened its eyes, and a few tentacles barely grew out of its broken body, but it looked rather pitiful compared to before.

This is where you can truly trap someone like a turtle in a jar.

"Hey buddy! How about it? Shouldn't we take her down now?"

The clown looked very excited. After all, he had been beaten up by this guy for so long, and he must have been angry. He would be very happy to take revenge himself.

"…I have no idea."

Passa suddenly felt lost at that moment.

He was unsure and didn't know what he should do.

Should we kill it? Kill it to end the ritual and prevent this disaster from happening?