He tried to save the fallen girls, but they came after him instead.

It is clear that at the moment the shot was fired, Miike instinctively protected Shirakawa.

They've all gone mad. These people are all abnormal. They're just seeking lust and pleasure.

Despite this depraved relationship, why can I still break free from my control to protect this damned Shirakawa?

Shirakawa's left-hand punching speed slowed down slightly, and with each punch, blood kept "squeezing out" from his wound.

Fortunately, it wasn't a vital spot.

But this gave Catherine a moment to catch her breath. She picked up the holy sword and stabbed it into Shirakawa's stomach.

Shirakawa took a big step back, coughing incessantly, blood flowing from the corner of his mouth.

Shirakawa already felt that he had no chance of survival at all; his body was only holding on by adrenaline.

After a fractured bone and a gunshot wound, the loss of strength became even more rapid.

I'm getting closer and closer to death.

At the same time, Catherine was also at her last gasp; what she had just done was her final, all-out attack, and her Saint Cloth was already overloaded.

Catherine planted the holy sword in the ground, supporting it as she breathed heavily.

The bruises on his body were clearly visible, and fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

"You actually managed to push me to this point, Shirakawa," Catherine said weakly. "You're almost done for too, aren't you? Is it really worth dying for this witch?"

"I think it's worth it, that's enough." Shirakawa used the last of his strength to prop himself up.

Victory is just one step away.

"Hahaha, ahahaha." Catherine laughed unusually.

"Shirakawa, do you think I don't have some trump card up my sleeve?"

"A trump card?" Shirakawa looked at the almost exhausted Catherine. "You're just bluffing."

Catherine staggered as she raised the holy sword high above her head, both her nun's robes and the sword gleaming with a sacred light.

This pure and radiant light, which brings comfort and comfort to humans, fills Shirakawa with fear at this moment.

“You’ll see once you try!” Catherine twisted the hilt of her sword.

"Oh, great God, grant me strength, bestow upon me invincible courage, let me cut down all the filth in the world, and destroy all evil. For this, I am willing to give my life, all that I have..." Catherine chanted loudly, and as she chanted, the radiance of the holy sword and the Taoist robe grew brighter, illuminating the entire room.

Shirakawa tried to interrupt, but found that an aura surrounded Catherine, protecting her.

Shirakawa could only raise his hands in defense, but he noticed that her gaze eventually fell on Cecilia.

Her target is still Cecia!

"Die, witch!!!" Catherine swung her sword.

At the last moment, Shirakawa hugged Cecilia tightly, covering her head and protecting her in his arms.

The blinding white light illuminated the entire room.

......

After the light.

Miike and Matsushima were unconscious and lying on the ground.

Shirakawa's entire back was burned black and charred, and the skin was completely carbonized.

Even the areas that weren't pasty were covered in white blisters.

The air was filled with the aroma of roasting meat.

Cecilia nestled safely in Shirakawa's arms, unharmed.

As for Catherine, her body vanished into thin air, leaving only her sexy nun's clothes and the holy sword lying on the ground.

It's over, it's all over.

206. The Boundary Between Life and Death

"Ah, cough cough!" Shirakawa coughed up blood, his lungs felt like they were being burned by fire, and with each breath he could feel his ribs piercing his lungs.

The same goes for my back; I can't even feel pain, I've completely lost all sensation.

The temporary power borrowed from the gift pack also completely disappeared, and the damage caused by each punch and each attack was returned to Shirakawa's body in equal measure.

His arms and legs were swollen to varying degrees, and coupled with his previous wrist injury, his entire arm was no longer recognizable as human.

The gunshot wound in his shoulder and the fingernails on his hands were still gushing blood.

This is the price of using that power.

He collapsed helplessly onto Cecilia.

So tired, so sleepy, I want to sleep...

"Shirakawa, Shirakawa, hey." Cecilia looked up and called his name softly.

Hearing Cecilia's call, Shirakawa used his last remaining strength to maintain his consciousness.

"Put me down on the ground, let me lie down for a while..." Shirakawa said weakly.

"Okay, okay." Cecilia helped Shirakawa lie down on the ground.

When the charred back touched the ground, it made a crunching sound, the sound of the burnt scabs being crushed.

Blood and pus burst from the vesicles due to the pressure, spilling onto the ground.

Shirakawa felt nothing. He stared blankly at the ceiling. The chandelier in the erotic dungeon emitted a dim orange light, devoid of any aesthetic appeal.

He wanted to look at the sky, the stars, and the sunset one last time before he died.

What a pity...

"Shirakawa, why did you go to such lengths for me?" Tears welled up in Cecilia's bloodshot eyes.

His body trembled constantly from grief.

Ah, so even succubi can cry.

"Humans... cough cough." Blood coughed up, dripping from the corner of Shirakawa's mouth. "Either live gloriously or die nobly. I can't decide my birth, but at least I can decide my death." Shirakawa said with a bitter smile.

People will always grow old, and their bodies will eventually become decaying. In the limited span of life, we should do something extraordinary.

He dealt with a monstrous saintess who had lived for hundreds of years, so this one-for-one exchange should be considered worthwhile.

“Shirakawa, I was the one who summoned you into this world, but I, but I…” Cecilia choked back tears.

This was only the second time in her memory that she had felt protected by someone.

The first time was at school, and that person was also Shirakawa.

"It's alright," Shirakawa said, his trembling, scarred hands gently stroking Cecilia's pretty face, wiping away the hot tears streaming from her eyes with all his might.

"Thank you for bringing me here. From now on, I'm counting on you for Miike, Mido, and all the other girls."

On his deathbed, Shirakawa was filled with regret.

He protected Cecilia, but he hasn't given those girls a happy ending yet.

These girls may be a bit abnormal, but they are basically good people.

She had broad shoulders like the eldest sister of Nikaido, and a personality that was both outgoing and sometimes shy.

I miss Maki's earnestness and dedication.

I miss Sakura's coquettishness and her adorable jealousy.

I miss Jackie's carefree and irreverent personality.

And there are three ponds...

She used to be a champion of justice, now she's a chauvinist who knows what's going on with her.

And the aunt's gentleness and love.

I'm so reluctant to part with it...

Perhaps after I leave this world, Cecilia, with her divine power, might be able to help them forget me.

Just pretend you've never been a part of their lives.

On his deathbed, Shirakawa comforted himself with these words.

"Shirakawa, no, hold on a little longer. I'll take you to the general store. There, they'll find a solution." Cecilia tried her best to stand up and pull Shirakawa to the general store.

But I still can't get any strength in my legs.

Looking at Cecilia's battered body, Shirakawa knew that Cecilia was trying to comfort him.

"It's alright, Cecilia, let's end it here." Shirakawa said his last words in a hoarse voice.

"I still have so many delicious things to try! Those girls are too much trouble, I'm not going to help you! Shirakawa! Shirakawa!" Cecilia cried, tears streaming down her face.

Shirakawa's hand, which had been caressing Cecilia's face, fell limply, and the light in his eyes began to fade.

"Shirakawa, Shirakawa!"

Cecilia touched Shirakawa's chest, but could no longer feel his heartbeat.