She is not an investigator.

Alex reached out to Igris, and under her questioning gaze, he snatched the folding stick from her hand.

"Now I grant you permission to fire freely."

As he spoke, Alex suddenly extended the blade from the folding stick in his hand, transforming it into a uniquely shaped short sword, which he then wiped on his clothes.

"Then, let's kill to our hearts' content."

"You didn't tell me this thing could transform..."

Igris seemed to remember something and suddenly asked with some curiosity.

"Constantine said the axe he gave me was obtained from here. Can it also transform?"

"You're dreaming."

Alex didn't bother to explain, so he kicked the door open and threw the lantern inside.

The lamp oil spilled onto the floor and began to burn slowly, faintly illuminating the chaotic casino hall.

It also illuminated the scene, bringing it into the eyes of the two.

Blood splattered across the ground, and the mangled corpses and piles of remains were illuminated by the firelight.

A large number of limbs were piled up on a plate on the table, smeared with scarlet color, for people to eat.

As the door opened, distorted and eerie gazes simultaneously fell upon the two people at the entrance. Distorted and eerie chants rang out from their mouths in unison, and they slowly stepped out.

"A team-building event featuring blood worship."

Igris raised the pistol in her hand and couldn't help but sneer.

"Even if they gamble here, I wouldn't think it's a big deal."

"After all, this place is a casino."

Alex charged directly at the oncoming cultists, stepping on the flames, his arrogance and excitement barely concealed.

She moved through the crowd, the short sword in her hand seeming to become a scythe for reaping lives. With her light dance steps, one head after another was revealed, adding to the chaos on the ground.

boom!

As the side door was smashed open, more cultists rushed toward Alex in the center of the battlefield, and she showed no mercy.

The elegance and grace of the moment vanished instantly, replaced by brutality and cruelty.

Countless cultists wielding sharp weapons surged forward, but she did not dodge the slashes. Instead, she pressed close and used her immense strength to force her way through, then grabbed the arm of the nearest cultist and used it to block the surrounding attacks. Blood spurted out instantly, staining her clothes red.

But without hesitation, she grabbed the arm and ripped it off. Wielding a short sword in one hand and the severed arm in the other to parry attacks, she wandered through the crowd like a god of death.

In every corner she passed, cultists fell one after another, and the flames burning on the ground grew ever stronger, almost engulfing half of the casino and setting countless cultists who had strayed into the flames ablaze, scorching their already few remaining lives.

This was a massacre, a violent aesthetic, with blood and fire simultaneously reflecting on Alex's body, igniting her eyes and fueling her murderous intent.

Severed limbs, dismembered bodies—the cultists, drawn by the blood, rushed towards her in a frenzy, only to have their lives taken by a simple slash, becoming nourishment for the flames.

Igris held the gun, but half a minute passed and she still couldn't find an opportunity to fire.

Just like Alex said, she didn't expect Igris to come, so she could do this all by herself. This was a personal performance, a stage that belonged only to her.

This is what she considers powerful.

The Gods' Fool - The Last Knight: Chapter Thirty-Seven, Why is there such a thing here?

The battle did not last long; less than five minutes passed before the last cultist fell.

The fire had not yet spread completely, and Alex turned to look at the only closed door.

"We're already here, won't you come inside with me and take a look?"

She flicked the blood off her short sword and smiled at Igris.

Blood soaked her from head to toe, and her coat was completely stained red, making its original color unrecognizable.

The fiery red hair stood out even more against the backdrop of blood, as if it were truly burning alongside the raging flames.

Igris wanted to say something, but she simply came to her side silently, gripping the pistol tightly in her hand.

"Ha... I'm starting to like you."

Alex turned around and kicked open the door, letting in blinding light that illuminated their faces.

Unlike the chaos outside, this private room was unusually quiet and clean. On the only chair sat a man with a gloomy face, with four burly men in black suits beside him.

It must be said, they certainly have a lot of presence.

"When did you turn this into a restaurant? I've never heard you mention that."

Alex walked slowly toward the man, seemingly unconcerned, while the man slowly raised his head and forced a smile.

"Of course, it's specially prepared to welcome you. How about it? Do you like the gift I prepared for you? You can go on a rampage inside, no one will stop you, and no one will report you to your superiors because of your actions..."

The blade of the short sword in Alex's hand snapped back quickly, transforming into a folding stick, and pointed it at the man in front of him.

"How long have you been colluding together?"

"Collusion? No, no, no... You may have misunderstood something."

The man slowly stood up from the chair, and the other burly men also took out their weapons and stood around him, eager to try their skills.

"They give me the power and status I need, helping me consolidate my underground power, and all I have to do is offer them a little convenience to achieve all of this. A few homeless people, a few lives—what do you think of this deal?"

"You think you're using them, but you never really know what you're dealing with."

"Of course I know! They're lunatics, a bunch of monsters! But so what? In this world, who isn't lunatic? Let them do what they want! I won't let anyone take away everything I have so easily, especially you!"

Alex chuckled and draped the folding stick over his shoulder.

"Looks like you haven't learned your lesson yet? Do you need me to help you remember?"

Do you think I'm still the same person I used to be, completely at their mercy?

The man, with a gloomy face, waved his hand at the burly men.

"Go, don't hold back."

"What threat do you think these guys pose to me?"

Alex's mockery intensified, and she continued to tap the ground with her folding stick, indicating that her patience was running out.

But Igris couldn't help but frown, a strange sense of foreboding creeping over her.

She trusted her intuition, so she wasn't going to waste any more words.

"Hey!"

Igris called out to the man, and the moment he looked at her, she pulled the trigger without hesitation.

As the gears turned, the bullet was fired instantly, hitting the man's calf precisely, causing him to fall to the ground, clutching his calf in pain and howling.

Alex couldn't help but glance back at Igris, his expression turning somewhat strange.

"We have to capture him alive, don't fire indiscriminately."

"It wasn't him..."

Igris frowned, looking at the helpless man who had been abandoned by Shan, and slowly turned her gun towards the other burly men.

But soon, she moved the gun away and looked up.

I looked up at the ceiling.

Tick.

The sound of dripping water suddenly came from the quiet private room. It seemed that no one heard it, but Igris' attention was quickly drawn to it.

A barely perceptible crimson hue hung from the ceiling, gradually spreading.

Bright red liquid dripped continuously onto the ground, onto the spot where Alex was confronting the burly men.

And it's happening faster and faster.

"Alex, back off."

"what?"

Alex turned his head, a hint of confusion in his expression. But in that instant, the man who had just been lying on the ground groaning suddenly rolled over, pulled a pistol from his pocket, and pointed it at Alex.

"careful!"

boom!

A gunshot rang out behind Alex, followed by a bullet that flew swiftly through the air, heading straight for her brain!

If hit, there is no doubt that death will be certain.

But in an instant, everything around seemed to slow down, and the passage of time seemed to freeze, focusing on the bullet in front of Alex.

Every rotation, every arc, the marks and scorch marks on the projectile were magnified infinitely at this moment. Igris could even clearly see the shockwave it carried as it cut through the air, but there was no time to do anything.

And in the next moment.

A folding stick swiftly traversed the stagnation of time, becoming the only object moving rapidly in this paused period of time.

With a clang of metal on metal, the bullet was instantly sent flying and landed in a corner of the wall some distance away!

Time returned to normal in that instant, and before her sluggish brain could process the information, Iglesias had already raised her pistol and pulled the trigger.

The bullet flew out quickly, piercing the man's wrist and shattering the pistol, rendering it completely useless.

Alex quickly dropped the folding stick from his hand, and it fell to the ground. He then retreated rapidly toward Igris.

"Don't call out other people's names during a fight!"

"You just blew that bullet out of bounds?!"

It was only now that Igris realized that time hadn't slowed down at all; it was just that her concentration had been too high, which was why this unusual situation had occurred.

But what surprised her even more was that Alex was still maintaining high speed under these circumstances, which meant that... her full strength was even difficult for Igris to observe normally, and could only be barely seen in this way.

So it's not surprising that she can deflect bullets.

"So what did you call me for?! If I hadn't reacted quickly, my head would be blown to bits, you know that?!"

Alex wanted to confront them, but the next moment, a violent collapse sounded, the ceiling collapsed, and huge stones crashed down on the spot where Alex had been standing, crushing the two strong men into a bloody pulp on the spot.

As the ceiling collapsed, a sharp spear flew out and, to everyone's astonishment, struck the burly man who had barely dodged the collapse, piercing him from the head and pinning him to the ground.

A crimson figure swiftly descended from the crowd, crushing the last burly man in front of him into pieces with a single stomp and pulling out the spear stuck in the corpse.