The two steel knives sank deep into the vicinity of half of the face like hot fruit knives cutting through cream cakes.

Father Stella's expression is like that of a child who is blowing out the candles, cutting the cake and receiving a gift on his birthday.

An innocent smile was revealed.

It worked, and finally one was killed.

Face an enemy who is approaching with an unknown number of enemies. Father Stella smiled.

"Come on, I'll be your opponent. ”

It had already consumed so much time just to kill one, and right now, there were already four or five around him who were very close to him.

The farthest is less than a street away.

This is not the way to go, and tactics must be changed.

Even if the cost will be very large, this is not the time to retain strength.

Father Stella stretched his arms outstretched, his hands moving as if grasping something.

But among the five fingers that were separated, there was nothing.

Oooo

Steel knives suddenly flew out of their sleeves, shooting impartially into the space between Father Stella's fingers.

He grabbed the steel knives one by one.

Then he crossed his arms over his chest, and at this time he was like Wolverine in a hero movie.

He's going to fight with these claws?

Of course not.

At this moment, Father Stella leaned down again.

"Bow down only to pray, only to rebel. ”

Then he jumped high, and the corners of his trench coat fluttered in the air in an extremely chic manner.

Whoosh!

Two steel knives shot out of Father Stella's hands in a split second in the air, plunging directly into the nearest alien's face.

The distorted faces were only more distorted, and they didn't make any sound other than their bodies rubbing against the ground, and it seemed that they didn't have the organs to make sounds.

Whoosh!

In this way, Father Stella did the same, and whenever an alien came into his field of vision, he would first use two steel knives to slow down the opponent's movements.

Subsequently...... Start with the closest one and break them down one by one.

Under the originally calm night sky in the suburbs, it has now become a battlefield with the sound of sharp blades breaking through the wind.

And the sound coming from the battlefield was also very monotonous.

Except for the sound of steel knives slashing.

There was only one madman left, repeating his words over and over again.

"Amen!"

If they don't hit the vital point, the opponent who has been slowed down will need two or three knives to return them to dust.

If it's one-on-one...... Father Stella would never lose.

After barely killing four or five of them, Father Stella also endured a certain amount of attack.

If it's an ordinary person...... Probably died seven or eight times......

Almost all of Father Stella's body is made up of a combination of nanomachines and high-hardness alloys.

If that's the case, I think I'll be able to return home in triumph tonight......

Unfortunately, since ancient times, there have been only two ways to win battles.

First, it is to bully the small with the big.

Second, it is to bully less with more.

The current situation is definitely not optimistic for Father Stella, and the number of aliens is accumulating more and more densely.

Even before he could throw his throwing knife, there was already a new enemy in front of him.

Simple, the battle in front of him has become very simple for him.

It's a simple math problem.

Is there more of each other?

Or is it more energy on its own?

The way to win is to reduce your own consumption and replace the opponent's number to a greater extent.

"Amen ————!!!!"

Crazy knives, knives falling, more and more accurate.

After slashing the alien in front of him with a knife.

No, they haven't been able to completely kill the other party.

There was already a fresh enemy behind him who launched a new attack on Father Stella.

The serrated mouth at the tip of the trunk is very sharp.

In just one moment, he bit off a piece of Father Stella's forearm.

"Amen ————————————!!!!!"

Spun the blade and literally kill the enemy in front of you.

Ignoring the pain of his wounds, Father Stella couldn't feel it.

He quickly turned around and moved on to the next enemy.

"Amen !!!!"

After slaying this enemy, the piece of flesh on his forearm had repaired itself.

Aside from the torn clothes, it looked like it had never been injured.

This is the most cutting-edge technology, this is the power of human beings, this is the crystallization of wisdom.

Slay another ugly xenomorph, and in the left and right, two new enemies were already close to Father Stella.

He clenched the blade of his blade with both hands, like a spinning windmill.

"Amen !!!!!!!" "Amen !!!!!!!!!!"

After making a hole in the stomach of those two aliens.

Knowing that this would not be the end of the other party, Father Stella jumped up lightly.

Then he smashed his hands vertically at the two aliens.

Sharp steel knives cut large crosses across their chests. Disembowelment.

"Amen !!!!!!!!"

There is no room for relaxation, and it is far from over.

It's still far from victory.

Father Stella, who had been densely surrounded by his family, was still dancing wildly.

His expression was happy. I don't know if it's the thrill of killing, or the piety of faith.

Or ...... Both?

Either way, now he seems to have built himself a makeshift playground.

The monsters followed each other, wiggling their twisted tentacles and faces.

It's like a very weird secret ball.

And the protagonist on the stage, the invited Supreme VIP.

It's our Father Stella.

..................

There is no banquet in the world that will not be dispersed, with elegant and sacred eulogies.

"Amen. ”

At the end of the song, people are scattered.

There was only one man standing on the empty street.

He was in tatters, like a beggar on the side of the road.

But unbelievably in the tattered gray trench coat with many holes exposed.

Only the cross on his chest remains intact.

As strong as his faith, from beginning to end.

Having killed all his clansmen, Father Stella's expression was no longer ecstatic.

I don't know how many times I've been hit and how many parts I've been devoured.

Now, he's a little tired.

But.

He hasn't stopped, and he can't stop yet.

He knew that since there was a family member.

At this moment, there must be a being called a 'messenger' nearby.

The emissary is generally several times stronger than the clan.

This is the case with the smiling weirdo that Jianming defeated with all his might.

The current family is five times stronger than it was then.

Father Stella still dragged his tired body to fight for the messenger.

It's so sad.

Will no one stop him?

Will no one try to dissuade him?

If you continue like this, you'll die." ’

Wouldn't anyone say such a thing to him?

Is he just a lump of iron made to kill and fight?

It's brutal.

He lives up to his name, a machine made for beliefs, creeds, and gods.

Fortunately, even if it is a machine, people who use it regularly will pay attention to maintenance.

An elegant melody came.

It was a song, a dream wedding.

Father Stella groped for the voice.

In my arms, it was my own mobile phone that rang.

The position of the phone was on the chest, overlapping the pattern of the cross, and because of this, it survived.

"Be at peace with you, Father Stella. ”

Stopping, Father Stella replied with a tired look and a slight disdain.

"Amen. ”

It was a call from the Holy See, the direct branch of the institution.

It is more like an order than an exhortation. To put it mildly, it is to point fingers.

"Father Stella, you're doing a great job, and the average person can't reach your current level. ”

"We have understood the situation, please step down first, you are our indispensable force. ”

"The agency has mobilized all the other personnel who can move in your direction, so leave it to them next, there is no need to continue fighting. ”

...... other personnel?

Great, Jianming, Qingshan, Yuanshan they will all come.

As long as they come, no matter how strong the messenger is, there must be a way to defeat them......

Father Stella knows this too.

"You have a point, so I'm relieved. ”

Rest assured, Father Stella is now reassuring. This is not about believing that Jianming can resolve the situation.

Rather, they believe that even if they are martyred on the spot now, the institution will control the situation and will not watch people suffer.

"But, I refuse !!"

A strong sense of resistance and confrontation has allowed Father Stella to continue to do his own thing in the institution and make a name for himself.

But because of his outstanding ability and strength, as well as his achievements, the people in the upper echelons can only turn a blind eye.

Even when you speak, you should be respectful and polite.

But this is too unreasonable, and the Holy See still can't bear it after all.

"No kidding! What are you doing willfully!? Have you ever thought about how many people in this world will suffer if they lose you, and how many people will suffer?"

"What do you think will happen to the children in your orphanage?

Single-mindedly speaking is entirely for Father Stella's sake.

It's all for his good.

But.

He won't take it.

Because those people don't know.

I don't know what is really good for Father Stella.

It was as if the moral kidnapping of his own children as bargaining chips made Father Stella respond excitedly.

"You're just going to stop making this kind of boring jokes!!"

"If I take a step back here!!, what is there in this world!?"

Then, instead, he began to preach again.

"Leave the enemy in front of you alone, and leave the evil that might harm people. ”

"What kind of Holy See are you!? What kind of divine punishment institution are you!??"

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