59. Evelyn seems a bit too childish.
But it doesn’t matter even if he hasn’t died—anyway, Emilia has regained some fighting strength, so even if that guy really survives, he can’t escape from them.
Evelyn cheerfully walked towards that large pile of charcoal. At that moment, the Black-robed Man had indeed completely lost his ability to resist. All his Corpse Takers had just turned to charcoal under Cerberus’s breath, and although he himself didn’t know why he hadn’t died, he was already half a foot in Hell, with no part of him left unscathed. It was as if he had been thrown into a hot pot; large patches of white mist were still rising from his body.
“Alright, useless uncle—although I don’t know why you’re still alive, in your current state, even if we just leave you alone, you won’t last much longer! If you have any final words, you’d better say them now—who knows, I might be kind-hearted… and help you fulfill them!”
At this moment, Evelyn truly looked like a demon. She squatted down, poking the nearly lifeless Black-robed Man sprawled over the pile of charcoal with her shotgun, her smile so sincere and flawless that it made one want to punch her.
“…Then if I say I want you all to devote your souls to the Mother Deity, would you do it?”
The Black-robed Man struggled to lift his head, looking at the smug Evelyn with a provocative expression.
“Hey! I’m talking about you! Have you watched too much of the Cthulhu Mythos? Always going on about the Mother Deity. What, do you really think ancient gods whisper in your ear? If you have a mental illness, go get it checked! Human medical technology isn’t that underdeveloped, so why engage in such heinous acts?”
Perhaps feeling that this guy wouldn’t live much longer anyway, Evelyn wasn’t in such a hurry to kill him. She thought it would be better to extract some words from him instead of just slashing him to death, even if it was just for some after-meal entertainment.
“Hehe… How could the crystallization of human fantasy be compared to a true deity? Betrayers, do not think that the destruction of my flesh can completely annihilate me! My soul will return to the embrace of the Mother Deity! My compatriots will avenge me! You all, just wait to fall into the unseen, bottomless abyss!”
Oho! He even forgot to threaten before dying? Is this a classic villain’s death?
“The Descendants Sect will not spare you! Hahahaha! The only pity is that I won’t be able to see the day you regret it! But before I return to the embrace of the Mother Deity, I managed to witness something quite interesting! Angels and demons… Ahhahahaha—”
This guy, did he really see it?
Evelyn’s face suddenly darkened.
Since he has seen it, he must not be allowed to live…
His body and soul must be destroyed without a trace!
Just as Evelyn raised her gun to take action, the Black-robed Man, who should have had no power to resist, suddenly moved, shocking our poor Devil Miss—his body twisted in a way that surpassed the limits of the human body, and in his hands, the bright crimson blood bead shone with a chilling red light.
“I will dedicate my soul and flesh to the Mother Deity! This is the most glorious destination for us of the Descendants Sect!”
“Be careful!”
The Black-robed Man raised both hands, an incredibly fanatical expression resurfacing on his once mangled face for the last time. The next moment, the blood bead he cradled in his hands burst forth with red light. The already alert Emilia instantly sprang into action, pulling Evelyn’s arm and jumping back.
The Black-robed Man’s muscles unexpectedly began to dissolve, his bones and organs falling from his punctured body like mud onto the charcoal beneath him. As his muscles turned into pools of blood, the scattered bones and organs began to show signs of melting, with countless foul-smelling black liquids spraying out from within—within just a few breaths, the Black-robed Man, who had once been merely on the brink of death, had turned into a puddle of stinking black liquid.
“Did this guy… die? Or is it another puppet?”
Looking at the puddle on the ground that was very much like the black water they had seen in the alley, even Evelyn wasn’t entirely sure whether the Black-robed Man was truly dead or whether he had faked it again with a puppet.
“No… With it being like that… he should really be dead this time…”
Emilia approached the puddle of blood and black liquid, her disdain evident in her words.
“Uh… so what should we do about this bead?”
Suddenly, Evelyn noticed that the bright red blood bead was still floating in midair. This thing was too ominous; not only could it control the Corpse Takers to form such a large entity, but even the fact that the Black-robed Man was alive made Evelyn suspect it was related to this thing.
“This should be their container for storing souls. Evelyn-chan, why don’t you try to smash it?”
“Oh, okay, I’ll give it a try…”
Saying this, Evelyn stepped back a couple of steps, raised her purple shotgun, and aimed the dark muzzle directly at the blood bead.
“Bang!”
A crisp sound echoed as the magical bullet was deflected the moment it touched the blood bead. Our Devil Miss seemed a bit skeptical; she aimed at the blood bead and fired three more shots, but without exception, the bullets were deflected at the moment they contacted the bead’s surface, not even leaving a scratch behind.
“What the heck is this thing that’s so hard? Damn it, I won’t believe it!”
Seeing her attacks had no effect, Evelyn started to panic a little. This time, instead of pulling the trigger right away, she raised her gun aiming at the blood bead and murmured some words. A rather complicated magic circle appeared at the mouth of her gun.
“Go!”
In the next moment, Evelyn suddenly pulled the trigger, and the magic circle at the gun’s mouth expanded several times, a claw that resembled something familiar to Emilia reached out from within and slashed the blood bead in half.
Hmph! This move was specially developed by Evelyn; it summoned remote support from Cerberus through a magic circle connecting to Hell when she didn’t need her help directly! It’s just a small bead, facing the attack of the Hellhound Cerberus, how could it not break?
Standing aside, Emilia silently watched Evelyn gamble with the bead, feeling more and more confident about their chances.
Evelyn’s character does seem a bit too childish.
And the type she excelled at dealing with is just this!
