Don't force me to use my right fist.

"Well, you should deal with Qingchu from now on. There are some people you can coerce, and as for others... well, you probably won't have a future with them anyway." Zuo You glanced at the green-haired girl who had fallen into a coma in Northern Wind's hands, then looked at the white-clad woman who had silently emerged from the darkness behind Northern Wind, before sighing and speaking as if giving her some final words.

Chapter 269 This is not what you should be focusing on

"What nonsense are you spouting? Don't think you're so great just because you used some strange technique to break my attack nine. This was just a mistake on my part. And now, do as I say, understand?" Unaware of the impending danger, Northern Wind continued to grip the unconscious Saya's neck tightly, causing her to let out soft, unconscious moans. Saya couldn't bear to watch any longer. This woman had gone too far in her suicidal act. Even he couldn't save her.

"Saya, if I'm not mistaken, that should be Saya's older sister, right? Why does she look a little... scary right now?" Even the usually carefree Aqua shrank back instantly after seeing the white-clad woman who seemed to have torn through the darkness behind Northern Wind. She tugged at Saya's sleeve and whispered to him for confirmation.

"Little girl, cover your eyes. What's about to happen is not something a girl your age should see." Whl covered Aqua's eyes, and Saya turned her little head to the side.

"Hey, did you even hear what I said? Don't try anything funny!" Seeing that Sōyu seemed completely oblivious to her words, the Northern Wind wondered if she should hurt the girl in her hands to make him take things seriously, when she finally felt a chill run down her spine.

"My little sister is truly grateful for your care. How can I possibly thank you enough?" The voice, which should have been gentle, was as cold as ice. Even Saya, standing beside her, instinctively shivered, feeling as if she were being watched by some extremely dangerous beast—a feeling that was far from pleasant. Knowing full well that this hostility wasn't directed at her, Saya, whose body still tensed, glanced at the completely stunned Northern Wind and silently mourned for the poor woman. Of all people to provoke, she had to pick on someone this guy cared about. If Aqua, as a goddess, might have some reservations, then these evil gods were beyond reason.

"Looking closely, it seems you're a follower of that guy, aren't you? How pathetic, believers who don't realize their gods don't care about their faith." The white-clad woman named Shubu Chiya reached out and stroked the face of Northern Wind, which was covered in strange iron rings, a strange, cold smile playing on her lips. Northern Wind, as if witnessing an utterly despairing and terrifying scene, had her eyes nearly popping out of their sockets, her mouth gaping wide but unable to utter a sound. Then, as if her last shred of reason and consciousness had been extinguished, Northern Wind slumped weakly to the ground, as if all her bones had been crushed, collapsing limply. Shubu Chiya took her sister from her arms, tenderly rubbing her neck, which had been swollen red by Northern Wind's grip. Glancing one last time at Northern Wind, who was clearly no longer human, Shubu Chiya's lips curled into a mocking smile.

"Ignorant humans want to become believers? If you knew that everything you do is meaningless in that guy's eyes, I wonder what you pathetic people would think?" She shook her head contemptuously, and with a casual gesture, she made the white-clad woman, who had even brought down the Northern Wind that was giving Saku a hard time, look at Saku, who was watching her.

"Didn't I tell you not to put her in danger?"

With an accusatory tone, Shubu Chiya clearly had no intention of letting Saya off the hook.

"This has nothing to do with me. I only refrained from doing anything because you came. I was giving you a chance to prove yourself by saving your dear sister. If you hadn't come, I would have taken care of this guy in no time, okay?"

"I have nine ways to make her look decent, nine ways!" Saya, not wanting to be outdone by this guy, quickly explained, gesturing with his fingers to indicate the number nine. He confidently addressed this seemingly mature and beautiful woman, who was actually, who knew, a demon god incarnate. However, he wasn't just giving her a perfunctory answer. While nine ways was an exaggeration, if Shubu Kanya herself didn't make a move, Saya would definitely ensure her safety. After all, she was his friend, and Saya wasn't so heartless as to stand by and watch his friend fall into danger.

"Hmph, you should be glad that Saya still has a lot of affection for you and hasn't realized her own feelings. Otherwise, I think we would definitely have a lot to talk about." Amused by Saya's somewhat exaggerated explanation, Shubu Kanya finally broke free from the oppressive aura. After rolling her eyes at Saya, she seemed to be planning to leave with her little sister in her arms.

She didn't want to wait for Saya to wake up and then explain this and that to her. As long as she woke up and told her that she had just fallen asleep in the movie theater and was sent back, and that everything else was just a dream, this good girl would definitely believe it.

Although sometimes I feel that Saya's kind personality might make her vulnerable to being taken advantage of, in times like these, her trusting nature actually helps her a lot.

"Wait a minute, don't rush off, sister. You've made her look like this. My original plan to get some information out of her is completely ruined now." Zuo You looked at the Northern Wind, who was no longer human. He wasn't worried about the safety of those who had been knocked unconscious by the Heavenly Dao Technique. If the chain on her tongue broke, it would only be a matter of time before the others woke up.

But he originally wanted to ask this member of the Right Seat of God, whom he had finally managed to capture, if he had any hidden information about the Church of Truth, such as where the Church of Truth's headquarters was, or why they were targeting Kaguya. He should have been able to get a lot out of him.

"That's your business, and I don't think you should be concerned about that right now. How should I put it?" Shubu Chiya stopped in her tracks, an interesting expression on her face.

"I think you should go back to the distillery's headquarters and check on Cai Shu. That black-haired girl with the pumpkin head from the same world as you is one of the reasons these people are attacking the distillery."

After uttering those words that instantly made Saya solemn, Shubu Chiya turned and stepped into the portal made of darkness in front of her.

Chapter 270 Former Partners

"Wait a minute, don't just say half of what you mean! How come this group of people attacked the brewery?" Saya wanted to press her for details, but unfortunately, this kind of person only replies when she's in a good mood; when she's in a bad mood, she becomes a riddle-maker. Ignoring Saya's question, she [teleported] and disappeared right in front of him, leaving him and Aqua with awkward expressions. Saya wondered why the brewery, who usually comes to join the fun, hadn't arrived yet. So they'd already been attacked by the Church of Truth? whl

After glancing at the ordinary people lying on the ground, Saku finally focused his gaze on Aqua, who had started squatting down and poking Kaguya's cheeks out of boredom.

"Aqua, could you help take care of these two? They should be waking up soon. Could you explain to Kaguya what just happened? As for the rest, Kaguya will handle it for you, okay?" Northern Wind is practically dead right now. Her Heavenly Punishment Technique was also destroyed because of Saya. Those affected by the Heavenly Punishment Technique should wake up soon. However, Saya clearly has no intention of waiting here for Kaguya and Amakawa Tsubasa to wake up any longer. Based on the information Shubu Chiya just gave him, he has to go to the brewery first.

"Sure, but this is a favor you owe me, Saya." Akuru pinched her chin. She was someone who loved watching a good show, and Saya didn't bother her at all. On the contrary, he had helped her many times, so she was very willing to help him this time.

"Of course, thanks. There's one more thing I'd like to trouble you with. If Yamami comes looking for you later, could you please ask her to take Amakawa Tsubasa home for me?"

Saya gave Aqua a thank-you gesture and then dashed out of the movie theater, heading towards the brewery at a speed barely perceptible to the naked eye. With Aqua's help, Saya felt relatively at ease; after all, she was practically a god. Even if she was a bit dim-witted, protecting the two girls for a while shouldn't be a problem. What concerned Saya most, however, was still the black-haired girl with the pumpkin head that Shubu Chiya had mentioned being in the brewery.

Last time, Zuoyou learned from Qingjiu and Vodka that they seemed to have caught some kind of Enderman or similar creature from Minecraft in the place he had traveled to. They said it themselves, and even demonstrated the Enderman's fear of water, but at the time, Zuoyou thought they had really just caught an Enderman or some other player.

But Shub Chiyo's information made Zuoyou uneasy. There are many monsters in Minecraft, but Zuoyou has only ever seen himself as a player, and he likes to wear a pumpkin head, which greatly obstructs his vision – something a normal player wouldn't do. However, there is one exception. The reason Zuoyou didn't go crazy from loneliness and isolation in the Minecraft world might be partly due to that two-block-tall Enderman he once mentioned. That guy had practically become his partner; they never attacked each other, and Zuoyou even befriended him, occasionally dragging him along to see his bizarre buildings or go on adventures. The most distinctive feature of that two-block-tall little black guy was the pumpkin head hat he wore. Since Zuoyou had turned back into human form because of his journey to this world, there was a chance that the other party had followed him, and similarly, it wasn't impossible that it had become a girl. After all, Zuoyou had previously complained about it, saying it was acting all coy and effeminate, so even if it really did become a woman, it would be plausible. And if we're talking about anyone other than players who could pass through the Enderman's portal, it would only be the Endermen, nicknamed the Enders. The more Zuoyou reasoned this way, the more likely it seemed.

"What's wrong with being a happy Enderman in a perfectly good blocky world? You can be carefree and go wherever you want. Why come here just to be unhappy?"

Saya sighed helplessly; he hadn't expected this guy to follow them. And now he'd been tricked by the Black Organization.

Zuoyou is now just hoping nothing bad happens to this guy, otherwise, he doesn't know how to deal with the brewery's group. This guy is practically Zuoyou's family in the Minecraft world, someone he's relied on for years. If anyone hurts him, Zuoyou doesn't think he can forgive them so easily. Of course, there's another thing Zuoyou has noticed: Qianye said that the Church of Truth might attack the brewery because of this guy and something else. He needs to find a way to get there as soon as possible. You know, last time even the oddity Sherry, who is close to the True Ancestor, emphasized not to provoke the brewery, but this time they're attacking on their own initiative. Either they've gathered enough power to shake the brewery, or it means that Zuoyou's Enderman friend might really be very important to them. Important enough that they're willing to attack the brewery to take him down.

"Whatever the reason, just don't let me find out that anyone dares to bully that guy, otherwise, I'll have no choice but to give him a punch."

Sōyū muttered to himself. He didn't know why he was so flustered. Maybe this was how he felt when someone he cared about might get hurt. In any case, he just wanted to go and check before making a decision.

"Hopefully, the people at the distillery can hold on a bit; even just being able to do something helpful would be appreciated, wouldn't it?"

Sōyu could only think this way, but then he thought—if the other side chose to attack the distillery at this time, it might be partly his fault. After all, Haru and Vodka seemed to be lying in some hospital bed, and it seemed that only those two and Renya could do anything at the distillery. As for the head maid, who knew if she could hold out? Unconditional time stop was an extremely overpowered ability, but she would eventually get tired. At least Sōyu felt that based on the combat power Renya had shown so far, she couldn't do anything to that vampire named Sherry. But if the Church of Truth dared to attack the distillery this time, that guy would definitely be there. The one from the Western Realm that Sōyu had met before might also be there, not to mention the one Sōyu feared the most, the one whose chicken claws he had only seen, the Right Flame who might appear.

Chapter 271 The Conspiracy of the Church of Truth

Just as Sawa had guessed, the situation at the brewery was indeed not very optimistic.

The attack by the Church of Truth was clearly premeditated, and this force was no weaker than the winery.

The sudden explosion instantly leveled the outer layer of the distillery, which served as cover. By the time the distillery employees inside reacted, countless masked men in black from the Church of Truth had already surrounded them from all directions. Communication with the outside world was cut off, and the distillery, completely unprepared, lost at least a third of its remaining employees right from the start. The red-haired youth who had caused the explosion withdrew his somewhat grotesque, chicken-claw-like arm from his shoulder and muttered something to the two people standing behind him in a clearly impatient tone.

"I've taken care of the guard barrier outside the distillery. The rest is up to you. Why do I have to do such mundane things? I really don't know what that old man is thinking."

After letting out a cold laugh, the red-haired youth didn't even wait for a reply from the two behind him before walking directly in the opposite direction from the distillery, clearly not wanting to participate in the attack any further. The remaining two exchanged a glance, both seeing the helplessness in each other's eyes.

Both of these people are familiar to Saya. Whether it's the Western Lands or Sherry, they can be considered Saya's defeated opponents to some extent.

The two, who were originally incredibly arrogant, became as timid as kittens in front of this red-haired boy, and didn't even have the courage to refute him to his face.

"There's nothing we can do. Since Dongfang Zhihuo doesn't want to continue participating, then it's just the two of us who will lead the team. It's a pity that the eldest daughter of the Yuzaki family isn't home. Otherwise, we could have had another good fight with that guy." Whl Xiangli commanded the familiars that emerged from the shadows to rush towards the entrance to the exposed basement of the Ruojiu distillery. Then, she looked at the man opposite her with a slightly disappointed expression. He was all green except for a large area of ​​burn scars on his face.

“I think this is also your idea, Mr. Western Land.”

"That's not our task. Besides, Northern Wind has already dealt with him. All we need to do is retrieve what the leader needs from the distillery, along with that person. That's all." Speaking of that man, a look of deep hatred flashed across Western Lands' face, but he quickly suppressed it, replacing it with a serious expression as he reminded Xue, who was standing beside him.

"That's precisely what makes it even more intriguing, okay? I remember we already knew the Index was in the distillery, so why didn't we take action back then? But now, suddenly, we're being told to attack the distillery. I really don't know what the leader is thinking." Playing with her fingers idly, Xiangli looked towards the western lands with curious eyes and asked. She wasn't yet a member of the Right Seat of God, so there were some things she knew less than the man before her.

Even if she considered herself to be strong enough, she might not be able to beat the red-haired boy, but the other two Right Seats of God were honestly not as good as her. But that's how the rules are in the Church of Truth; only a handful of people can have contact with the leader.

"Or is it because that black-haired girl, whom the cult leader repeatedly emphasized must be brought back, is really that important?"

"Whatever the leader decides, all we need to do is carry it out. There's no need for so many questions. Or do you have any thoughts on the leader's decision?" The Western Land coldly glanced at the woman who looked no different from an ordinary human. He was one of those who looked down on the strange humans in the church the most.

These weirdos spend all their time thinking about killing and figuring out how to kill. Even when they ask these questions, it's just so they can kill more people.

If the cult leader hadn't said that as long as people shared the same faith in God, even strange things were acceptable, he would never have associated with this kind of guy.

“Of course not. But if we come like this, don’t we have any other preparations? Based on my experience back in the distillery, they still have a few trump cards up their sleeve.” Shirley waved her hand in feigned panic, as if she was worried that the Western lands would misunderstand her, her slender fingers touching her red lips.

"Leaving aside the prototype mythical artifacts they developed, just consider one of our goals, the Index. Once the automatic book-writing mode is activated, I'm that guy's enemy. Even though I really don't want to admit it, I was the one who was kicked out by the automatic book-writing mode, so I have to admit that before she fully becomes a True Ancestor, that thing is obviously beyond her ability to handle."

"That's why Dongfang Zhihuo was sent here, but he's gone now, and we can't stop him. Fortunately, the leader did give me something to deal with the automatic book you mentioned."

The Western Lands sighed, watching the red-haired youth leave. If this guy were willing to help, then even the distillery's many trump cards wouldn't be a problem. But the issue was that even the High Priest couldn't command him most of the time. Perhaps only a god who had bestowed a gift could direct his actions, but that was irrelevant to the Western Lands.

He pulled a silver key from his pocket. If Zuoyou were here, he might have noticed that it wasn't much different from the silver keys he'd seen before, except that it seemed to shine even brighter. He shook the key at Ruoxueli, indicating that this was the trump card the Church of Truth had given him to retrieve the Index of Forbidden Books. He then confirmed one last thing with her.

"So here's the question: are you going to deal with your old acquaintance, the Automatic Secretary, or come with me to bring back the girl the cult leader is looking for?" Looking at this vampire monster whose faith was clearly not even entirely genuine, Western Land felt it necessary to confirm this first.

“I have absolutely no interest in that lousy book, but if you could give me the key you have, I wouldn’t mind going back and taking my revenge first. But you won’t do that, will you?” Shirley knew very well that this person had never trusted her at all. Not wanting to make a fool of herself, she naturally chose the latter.

Besides, compared to a tattered book, a living, breathing human being is definitely more interesting.

I wonder what this thing will taste like? Wih unconsciously licked the corner of her mouth, and a bloodthirsty smile appeared on Xiangli's face.

Chapter 272 Sakuya's Anxiety

The most overwhelmed situation right now is undoubtedly Lianye.

If it were just regular work, it would be one thing, but the fact that an unknown force had suddenly attacked their home was something Lianye simply couldn't accept.

Was this really not targeting her? After WR directed the remaining employees to transport the wounded to the underground healing space when the distillery exploded, Lianye, without saying a word, retrieved a shimmering golden apple from the inventory and ordered the nurse in charge of caring for Qingjiu to feed it to him. She was fine fighting normally, but she was completely inept at commanding battles, and the enemy had clearly launched a premeditated attack. Without command, the distillery would be in danger.

Furthermore, some breweries' trump cards can only be unlocked by Qingjiu, so this Golden Fruit is absolutely indispensable.

"Once he wakes up, tell him the details. He'll understand what he needs to do. Guard this place and don't let anyone else in." After instructing the distillery employees responsible for guarding the area, Lian Ye frowned, glanced at the distillery's internal surveillance cameras, and then left. In terms of individual combat ability, the distillery employees had a slight advantage against these masked men in black, all armed with guns. After all, they were all well-trained veterans, and fighting in familiar terrain gave them an edge. The problem was that the enemy wasn't just these ordinary masked men in black. Normally, these werewolves would be easily dealt with by the distillery using other imitation mythical artifacts, but in this unexpected situation, it was potentially fatal. Not to mention, there were more than just these; the biggest threat to the distillery came from the strange creatures they released from the distillery's laboratories along the way, and those two who were clearly part of this...

One was a man whose green was terrifying to behold, unlike anything they'd ever seen before. Defenses against him were like paper; no wall could withstand his attacks. The attacks from others were like tickling him. As for the other one, he was an old acquaintance to the brewery.

Sherry, a lifelong source of pain for the veteran employees, was the primary cause of the distillery's devastating blow years ago, and also the key to Haru's drastic personality change. She has now completely abandoned everything about being human, and in a sense, she's not far from becoming a True Ancestor. At this moment, she wanders aimlessly across the battlefield, occasionally draining the blood of the distillery employees who attack her, transforming them into cold-blooded, ruthless low-level predators who only know how to attack others.

However, their actions were quite obvious; they were definitely looking for something.

"If it's just me alone, I can't manage it all." Ai Ye sighed. The current situation was truly enough to give her a headache, but given her position as the executive of the distillery, she absolutely could not let these people continue to attack like this. Even putting aside that position, she couldn't bear to watch her colleagues, with whom she spent every day, fall down like this.

Perhaps the vodka and the spirits didn't treat her well, but the other distillery employees still respected her. So soon, Lianye appeared at the forefront of the battle against this mysterious force, and without hesitation pressed the button on her pocket watch.

She should have been standing still, but she appeared as if by teleportation behind the masked men in black and werewolves. Blood dripped from the dagger in her hand, which gleamed like silver light. As if she didn't even see the people behind her, she continued to rush towards the two men.

"Transport the wounded to the rear." Before leaving, Lian Ye shook the blood off the dagger in her hand and gave her last instructions. After she turned around, a bloodstain slowly appeared on the necks of the black-clad men and werewolves who were standing still.

"The Executor is still so dashing. When will we be able to be so perfect?" Watching Lian Ye's departing figure, the remaining winery employees couldn't help but sigh inwardly. They only saw Lian Ye's dashing side, but they didn't know the efforts she had made to achieve it.

Soon, news of Lianye joining the battle reached the ears of the Western Lands and Shirley. After exchanging a glance, Shirley spontaneously shrugged.

"Leave this to me. I know a thing or two about her vampire killer abilities, and besides, in a way, I'm somewhat able to counter her. If you go, you might end up messing things up." whl wasn't looking down on the Western Lands, but his compatibility with Lianye was definitely not great. With time stopped, he couldn't switch targets for his spells—once Lianye figured out his abilities, he'd basically be a pig waiting to be slaughtered. Besides, Shirley had always been interested in the executor of this distillery, but she hadn't had the time or opportunity to fight her. Now that they'd finally met, it wouldn't be right not to meet her.

"Then remember what we're here to do, and make this quick."

The Western Lands didn't say anything more. Eliminating this, for the time being, greatest threat would also help them with their future plans, and they had no reason to refuse Shirley's suggestion.

"Alright, alright, stop nagging about this. Just go do your own thing. If I remember correctly, the Index is placed in the deepest part of the winery. But there's another way to activate it; you just need to destroy about half of the winery first." Shirley, the most experienced with this kind of thing, chuckled as she reminded him before strolling towards Lianye's direction. She had no interest in provoking the automatic book-writing form of the Index. Since he said he had a way, she'd let him do it. She was just here to enjoy the thrill of killing; nothing else mattered.

"Well, it's really disappointing that Kurosawa didn't come out. He'll be so happy to see me again, won't he?" Shirley muttered to herself, her smile incredibly cold.

Chapter 273 Chaotic Battle

Just after Shirley finished speaking, Harujiu, who had been forcibly stuffed with a golden apple, woke up. Humans don't have the blocky physique of Saya; once their blood returns, they can jump around like nothing happened. Humans in a near-death state are extremely weak. Therefore, this experience of poisoning was definitely not something Harujiu would reminisce about. But now wasn't the time for him to consider how to avenge Saya. Hearing the news of the attack on the brewery the moment he opened his eyes, he almost thought he was still dreaming. How could such an absurd thing happen? However, the fact remained that no matter how unwilling Harujiu was, the brewery's severe damage wouldn't change.

"Damn it, where is Lianye?"

The first thing she inquired about was the only combat force she could currently control. Qingjiu understood that the other side...

"The Executor just now... bumped into a strange creature and is now being stopped; the surveillance cameras can't see it."

The distillery employee, who had been monitoring the battlefield, switched the camera to...

"What's so strange? Could even Ai Ye stop it?"

Qingjiu frowned, sensing that the employee seemed to be hiding something. What kind of time is this, still keeping information to herself?

"Lord Qingjiu, that strange thing is... Lady Xue Li." This employee was one of the older generation at the winery, and having experienced the accident a few years ago, he naturally recognized Xue Li's appearance. As for her love-hate relationship with Qingjiu, well, that's another story.

"Don't worry about that for now. Trust Lianye's abilities. As for the other areas, send the Holy Water Bombs and the prototype Heaven's Lock over there. Focus on eliminating those werewolves and ghouls first. As for the rest, release the two Iron Golems we got from the Yuzaki family last time." Calmly directing the battle at the front, Qingjiu turned her gaze to the unobstructed western area of ​​the distillery, which was approaching the lowest level. These humans with special abilities were obviously as troublesome as Shirley. Ordinary distillery employees simply couldn't handle them. They were really going to be a headache.