I adopted a child demon from the Gap, and I'm a special agent for the Bureau of Supernatural Ab

"How is it? Can you feel this weight? This is the weight of the filthy sins you bear."

Piageo stared fervently at Li Cheng, who was pinned to the ground by the immense weight, before tossing the miniature cross in his hand high into the air.

“Go to hell with full repentance, and then humbly beg for the mercy of my Lord in hell, you heretics! [The cross shows the rejection of evil, and the weight of the cross corrects pride.]”

The thrown cross transformed into a giant cross over five meters tall in mid-air, and then its weight began to increase a hundredfold. Piageo threw five or six more crosses in succession, all of which slammed heavily onto Li Cheng, smashing him into the ground with a deafening roar. Numerous cracks began to spread across the floor.

"Hmph, under the glory of my Lord, all heretics and demons are utterly insignificant."

Piageo sneered and turned to look at the massive magical core inside the room.

"But now that we've been discovered, it's best to retreat as soon as possible. We've pretty much achieved our objective this time. Hmph, it's a pity we can't kill any more heretics."

As he spoke, Piageo walked to the core and reached out to retrieve it. But at that moment, a male voice, which he thought should never reappear, rang out along with the loud thud of a heavy object falling to the ground.

"Don't rush off, the night is still long."

"what?!"

Piageo turned around in astonishment and saw Li Cheng push away the giant cross that was pressing down on him and stand up from the ground.

"H-How is this possible? My technique is supposed to be able to crush the entire fleet's weight onto you, so why are you still able to stand up?"

"They're just a few ice warships. How heavy can they be? They just collapsed because they were caught off guard at the beginning."

Li Cheng smiled, dusted himself off, and stepped out of the pit in the ground. When his feet touched the ground, he could clearly see that the originally flat cement ground immediately began to crumble and crack.

"As for you, using something like this against a martial artist who excels in physical strength, are you out of your mind or have you been injected with Aqua? Don't tell me this is the only move you know..."

"You damned heretic!"

Before Li Cheng could finish speaking, Piageo roared and hurled several crosses in succession. With his chanting, all the crosses became huge and heavy, rushing towards Li Cheng.

"too slow!"

But before the first cross could land, Li Cheng had already rushed in front of Piageo and casually threw a punch. The seemingly invincible man screamed and flew out, rolling more than ten times on the ground before barely stopping, trembling and spitting out a mouthful of blood.

Didn't I finish him off with one punch? Looks like gravity really has a big effect on me.

Li Cheng shifted his body somewhat unnaturally, and the ground beneath his feet began to distort with a cracking sound. The technique that compressed the weight of the entire warship onto one person was truly miraculous. Although Li Cheng could withstand that force with his powerful physique and stand up to continue fighting, his agility, reaction speed, and the speed and power of his punches had inevitably begun to decline.

Otherwise, the punch that hit Piageo in the abdomen just now wouldn't have made him spin and vomit blood, but would have knocked his internal organs out of his mouth.

"But this is for the best. If you had died too quickly, it would not have been the punishment you deserved after committing so many evil deeds."

As Li Cheng spoke, he walked step by step to Piageo, who was lying on the ground unable to get up. Because of the immense weight he was carrying, each step he took created a violent tremor, leaving deep dents in the ground. With each step, accompanied by a series of booming sounds, Li Cheng's gait was like a pronouncement of death. The severely injured Piageo didn't even have the strength to get up from the ground and could only watch helplessly as his opponent approached him.

Reaching out, Li Cheng grabbed Piageo by the neck and lifted him up, looking directly at the other's face, which was already on the verge of death.

"Uh, ah... ah, ah..."

Piageo seemed to want to say something, but due to the severe injury from the previous blow, his throat was blocked with blood, and he could only utter unintelligible groans. However, Li Cheng could still discern the meaning the other party wanted to convey from his expression:

I am a servant of God, and death will only lead me to heaven.

In Piageo's fanatical gaze, this meaning was expressed with absolute clarity.

Are they fanatics who have completely lost all reason?

"It seems you believe that being killed by me here is an affirmation and fulfillment of your faith?"

Li Cheng sighed softly, closed his eyes, and the next second, when he opened his eyes again, a bright purple halo began to flow in his pupils.

"So, if I don't take your life, but instead obliterate your soul, can you still go to your so-called 'heaven'?"

The hand gripping Piageo's neck tightened suddenly, fingertips piercing his skin. Immediately afterward, a deep, eerie, and icy sensation began to spread throughout Piageo's body.

"Ugh, ahh ...

"Is it painful? You are a magician, so you should know something about the soul that constitutes a person's will. Can you feel it? The feeling that you are being completely destroyed from the root? If you die in this way, there is no such thing as going to heaven."

"Ah ah ah ah ah!"

An angry expression, as if he wanted to tear himself to pieces, and hidden beneath that anger was an extreme fear and despair, as if he had lost everything.

Intentionally killing someone in a way that inflicts extreme pain and despair seems quite different from my past self, who always strived for a single, decisive blow. Has this approach, this behavior, made me cruel?

For a moment, Li Cheng was slightly shaken by Piageo's desperate expression as he faced death.

Then, recalling the innocent people who had died tragically on the street half an hour earlier, he shook his head, sighed softly, and his purple demonic power suddenly erupted, beginning to shred Piageo's soul.

"Ah ah ah ah ah--"

The feeling of being completely and utterly destroyed, bit by bit, is undoubtedly extremely painful—a torture no less than the slow, agonizing death of a person. Even Piageo, a fanatical believer, couldn't help but scream in agony under such brutal torment. His body trembled uncontrollably as he reached out to grab Li Cheng's hand gripping his neck, trying to pry it off. However, the difference in their strength was too great. In the end, Piageo could only stop struggling after a series of convulsions, his breath fading away with a twisted, ferocious expression.

"..."

Li Cheng silently stared at the frozen expression on the other person's face, then casually tossed it away as if it were a piece of foul-smelling garbage, before turning to look at the massive core inside the room.

[You seem quite unsettled, Seung. Are you regretting killing that person in such a cruel way?]

Zi asked softly, and Li Cheng remained silent for a moment before sighing and shaking his head.

"I'm just lamenting my own immaturity, that I actually lost control of my emotions, and I feel a little ashamed of my loss of composure."

Ignoring the still-warm corpse in the corner, Li Cheng strode to the core and unleashed a powerful punch. The punch, imbued with intense demonic power, pierced through the magic core, generating a tremendous backlash. Li Cheng was sent flying by the massive explosion, and the entire subway station was subsequently engulfed in the blast.

……

Amidst the burning ruins of the city, Touma Kamijou carries Shin, who is already in a semi-conscious state, as crowds flee through the ruins.

Above him, countless magical projectiles bombarded Touma Kamijou on the ground, forcing him to keep running without a chance to rest.

Damn it, if this continues, we'll eventually run out of energy and be caught up by artillery shells and killed!

"Hahaha, run! Keep running like a monkey!"

The woman wielding a giant hammer stood on a pile of rubble, laughing as she watched Touma Kamijou flee in disarray. She suddenly swung the hammer, sending a magic bullet hurtling down from above Touma's head. But as if anticipating the attack, Touma easily dodged it with a swift movement.

"Tch, so he really does have some kind of cunning ability to avoid attacks? That's why martial artists are such a nuisance. They may look like just some weak little brat, but they're as annoying as flies."

We should just go all out and kill the opponent and then retreat. Whether Hassan survives depends on the Lord's will, but this being that can annihilate magical power should be dealt with quickly before it grows stronger.

Thinking this, the woman swung her giant hammer, preparing to gather her strength for a fatal blow, when a violent shock suddenly occurred. On the other side of the ruins, a huge flame shot into the sky, and amidst the explosions, the ice ship chasing Touma Kamijou began to crack and shatter, eventually crashing to the ground, leaving only countless broken ice shards.

Has the core been destroyed?

The woman glanced down at Touma Kamijou, who had stopped running away not far away, and after thinking for a moment, decided that it would be better to retreat quickly.

Since the objective has been largely achieved, it's safer to retreat now.

Thinking this, the woman stopped paying attention to Touma's movements. She jumped off the pile of rubble, opened a teleportation scroll, and prepared to leave immediately. But with a rapidly approaching footstep, Touma rushed over with all his might, his right fist swinging forward sharply. With a crisp sound, it entered the teleportation scroll's magical range, instantly nullifying its effect.

"Hmph, you brat, I was just about to let you go, do you really want to die?"

Enraged, the woman swung her giant hammer, sending a magic bullet hurtling straight at Touma Kamijou. But Touma quickly blocked the punch with a wave of his hand. Then, having closed in on the woman, Touma delivered a powerful punch straight to her face, knocking her to the ground.

"Cough!"

Caught off guard by a heavy punch, the woman coughed up blood and stared incredulously at Touma Kamijou, who was still panting heavily in front of her.

It was one thing when no attack was launched, but now that he has been hit, he still seems completely unaffected by the Heavenly Punishment spell.

Is this guy truly immune to the effects of magic? Even a radiance approaching divine power can be erased by him?!

He must be killed!

Thinking this, the woman struggled to get up from the ground, while Touma Kamijou, who was somewhat exhausted, forced himself to charge forward again, his clenched right fist ready to attack once more.

"Don't underestimate people!"

The woman, enraged, slammed her giant hammer down, sending a fierce gust of wind sweeping towards Touma Kamijou. Touma instinctively rolled to the side, dodging the blade-like gusts of wind.

Calm down, calm down, quickly recall the battle strategies taught by the seniors in Group Six.

Taking a step forward to avoid another sharp wind blade, and then using his right hand to wipe out a magic bullet that was sneaking in from the side, Touma Kamijou suddenly moved close to the woman and reached out to touch her.

Instinctively, the woman gripped the giant hammer to defend herself, but then, as if remembering something, she lowered it and retreated to avoid the attack. Touma Kamijou witnessed this and immediately realized that the giant hammer likely had some kind of problem.

Perhaps, if he could use his right hand to destroy that giant hammer, those who were unconscious might also be able to wake up.

With that thought in mind, Touma Kamijou instantly changed his target and reached out his right hand to grab the giant hammer.

"You bastard!"

As expected, the woman immediately became even more flustered and dodged, roaring angrily. She swung her giant hammer, and a gust of wind suddenly burst forth from in front of her. Kamijou Touma, who was too close, was unable to dodge in time and was sent flying, rolling bloodily into a pile of rubble.

"Hmph, although you can erase magical power, it seems you have no way to withstand a secondary attack triggered by magical power."

The woman laughed and slowly walked to a spot not far from Kamijou Touma. The boy had been seriously injured in the previous attack, his body covered in cuts from the wind blades. He propped himself up with one hand, struggling to his feet, panting as he looked at the woman standing in front of him, his eyes filled with intense fighting spirit.

"Hmph, your expression is quite good, but that doesn't change the fact that you have no chance of defeating me."

Swinging the giant hammer, the woman revealed a ferocious smile again, and stuck out her tongue. A cross ornament attached to a chain fell out and hung in front of her.

“How will you know if you don’t try?” Touma Kamijou straightened up, clutching the bleeding wound on his waist. “No matter what, I can’t lose to a scoundrel like you who takes human life so lightly!”

The killing of so many innocent people and the transformation of a once-prosperous city into its current state of ruin fueled a burning anger within Touma Kamijou.

We absolutely cannot lose to someone like that!

"Treating human life lightly?"

The woman laughed uncontrollably, as if she had heard something very funny, but soon her laughter began to twist and turn into extreme anger.

"You people from the technological world are clearly the most despicable bastards when it comes to human life, yet you still have the nerve to call me a scoundrel! You trash from the technological world are the ones who should be killed the most, and none of you should be alive!"

What?

The woman's furious words left Touma Kamijou somewhat stunned.

"My brother died because of your technology! Hmph, all I did was take him to a technological amusement park, and an accident happened. They said his blood type was rare, and the blood bank didn't have enough blood to save only one person, so my brother died because he said something like, 'Let my sister live.' Haha, in the end, only I survived. So, from that day on, I decided that one day I would take revenge on you scum of the technological world! I would completely destroy your world!"

"So... you fought for this reason, and hurt so many people for this reason?"

After listening to what the other person had to say, Touma Kamijou took a deep breath and pointed his right hand at the emotionally agitated woman in front of him.

"Such a betrayal of the deceased's sacrifices, such childish self-deception, so many evil deeds, and this is the final justification? If that's the case—"

Touma Kamijou strode forward, running quickly toward the woman in front of him.

"I'll shatter your illusions!"

"wishful thinking!"

A violent storm swept towards Touma Kamijou once again. This wasn't a wind blade generated by magic, but rather an attack that used magic to alter airflow and harness the natural wind. Touma's abilities couldn't negate such an attack; the only result of being hit was being torn to pieces.

Just then, a dark figure suddenly appeared between the two. The believer, supporting himself, forcefully inserted himself into the gap. The protection from the wind completely neutralized the woman's attack. The next second, Touma Kamijou ran past the believer and rushed directly in front of the woman.