She is not an investigator.

No, it's not.

Although it looked very much like one, Igris knew that it was not a knight at all.

Those are God's retinue.

It is the embodiment of disaster.

It is an evil seed nurtured by blood and death!

but why.

Why is it here?

Who brought it here? Is it the only one here?

Countless thoughts flashed through Igris's mind, but in the end only one thought remained.

kill!

This kind of thing cannot survive, nor can it be allowed to appear in any habitable place where humans might be able to find it, so—

It must die today, die here, die in this rain, die in this forest!

Its body is as hard as steel.

Its offensive was as fierce as a raging fire.

Its movements were as swift as lightning.

But its weaknesses are equally fatal.

"The best way to deal with someone like this who's not quite right in the head..."

Without hesitation, Igris flipped over and rushed out, raising her hand to fire a shot into its bright red body, which only made it pause slightly, and didn't even have much of a reaction.

Bullets couldn't hurt it, Igris knew from the beginning, so her goal was never to kill it with bullets.

"Mirror Demon! Come out!"

Igris grabbed the spear that it had thrown at her from the ground with her other hand and lifted it up with heavy breathing.

"I'm here, I'm right here!"

The Mirror Demon emerged, nervously glancing at the blood-red figure in the distance.

"Can you become like that?"

"What? No, it's impossible. That kind of creature shouldn't even exist..."

"It's nothing, I was just asking."

Igris was indeed just asking, because she already knew how to kill it.

"Your next task is very simple."

Igris took a deep breath and spoke slowly.

"Attract its attention!"

"understand!"

Without hesitation, the Mirror Demon charged forward, facing the figure who had lost his spear and picked up a greatsword.

Just as it said from the very beginning.

It can be helpful.

It can always be of help!

Boom!

The crimson greatsword slashed at the Mirror Demon with incredible speed, moving at a speed that was impossible to react to, but it missed its target just before it was about to strike!

A bird flew into the air and circled around it, as if mocking or ridiculing it.

But the figure neither understood nor cared.

It will only kill everything it sees, and everything that is alive in its sight.

It is the Son of God, the end of blood worship, the ultimate path that madmen crave, and the final form of returning to the primitive.

It's called Crimson Saph, but most people only remember it by another name.

Scarlet Butcher.

Just like its name suggests, it slaughters everything it sees.

Let the worship of blood be scattered across every piece of land! Heed the advice of God and witness the primordial future!

This is... blood worship.

The Gods' Fool - The Last Knight: Chapter Thirteen, A Great Success!

"be careful!"

"Chirp!"

The birds in the sky suddenly began to fall. Facing the butcher's oncoming slash, they suddenly turned around, shook off their rain-soaked bodies, and transformed into the form of Igris, landing lightly on the ground.

The Butcher's attacks were relentless, as if it never tires. It relentlessly attacked the Mirror Demon that was leaping and flying back and forth in front of it, but it was always deflected by Igris's bullets just as it was about to strike, allowing the Mirror Demon to dodge the attack once again.

But Igris's bullets soon ran out, and the Mirror Demon's stamina was ultimately limited.

"Oh!!!"

The butcher once again slashed straight at the bird that the mirror demon had transformed into. It could have easily dodged the attack, but because its wings were wet from the rain, it was grazed by the huge cleaver and crashed directly to the ground!

The Mirror Demon hurriedly tried to transform again, but at that moment, the Butcher's blade had already slashed down. It had no time to dodge and even closed its eyes in fear, imagining itself being chopped into mincemeat.

"Don't just stand there!"

But Igris' figure appeared behind the butcher at some point, and in her hand was that silver-white steel spear!

"what!!!"

The butcher's steel-like chest was instantly pierced by its spear, and a large amount of blood splattered on the Mirror Demon's body, finally bringing it back to its senses. It hurriedly crawled away and transformed back into Igris's appearance.

Its condition looked terrible; half of its body had collapsed, and it was covered in blood, though it was impossible to tell whose blood it was.

As Igris had thought, they couldn't do any effective damage to the Butcher, but its own weapons could, which was its weakness all along and the best solution Igris had found in nearly twenty years of dealing with blood worship!

But Igris also knew that such an attack was not enough to kill it; on the contrary, it would allow it to reclaim its own weapon.

But it has no brain.

Therefore, once there is one, there will be two.

If there are two, there will be three!

"Roar!!"

Suddenly, the butcher grabbed the spear from his body and pulled it out without hesitation. Despite the blood flowing freely, he didn't care and swung the weapon at Igris!

But Igris had already sensed it and quickly created distance with a few rolls. Now all she had to do was guard against its spears!

"Mirror Demon! Come back!"

"I can't go back...!"

The Mirror Demon was so badly injured that it could not be returned to the mirror, nor could it move an inch.

But that won't work!

Such a mirror demon would be a sitting duck for the butcher's spear!

"I've come to pick you up!"

Igris charged toward the Mirror Demon leaning against the tree trunk, but the Butcher had already raised his spear, aiming it directly at the Mirror Demon!

"Too late, too late, don't come any closer!"

No, no, no!

If it actually launches this attack, then the Mirror Demon will undoubtedly die; it will definitely die!

What can we do? What can we do?

The spear's trajectory was fixed, and the butcher's throwing speed was far too slow to react; at this moment, Igris could only rely on…

only!

luck!

That was the first title she received after returning to this world.

Lucky Trigger!

Igris took out her pistol, which already had an empty magazine, and gently kissed the barrel.

"Let me see... are you really lucky enough?"

Igris raised her pistol and then pulled the trigger.

[A great success!]

boom!

The bullets, symbolizing luck and hope, burst forth instantly, while the butcher's spear flew out in the same direction, arriving in front of the Mirror Demon almost instantly.

But in the next moment.

A bullet that pierced the rain miraculously struck the spear that was still flying through the air!

With a whooshing sound and the resonance of gears turning, the spear instantly veered off course, seemingly embedding itself in the tree trunk behind the Mirror Demon, drawing a trickle of blood from its arm.

"I...survived..."

The Mirror Demon stared blankly at the spear beside it, an unprecedented feeling beginning to flood its mind, even causing it to momentarily lose its senses.

But Igris slowly approached it, pulled the spear out with difficulty, and pointed it at the butcher while panting heavily.

"Next, it's my turn!"

Igris dragged the spear, the weakness emanating from her body making it almost impossible for her to lift the incredibly heavy spear. Yet she stubbornly pressed forward, dragging the butcher's weapon in her hand, dragging the hope that symbolized life and death.

The butcher brandished his machete and, without hesitation, brought it down heavily on Igris, who stood there quietly without dodging or flinching!

Hit!