Using the MC system to pretend spiritual revival

Chapter 106 Cowardice
"My God..."

At this moment, they were two meters away from the dead soldier.

The slowly flowing, spreading blood, if it had flowed a little longer, would have stained his urine-soaked trousers.

At that moment, the soldier had no thoughts of prayer or faith left in his mind.

It stems from the most fundamental biological instinct: the fear and avoidance of death.

He straightened up, trembling, but his legs were too weak from fear to support him.

He then crawled on all fours toward the wooden door that was crowded with monsters.

At this moment, in his already collapsing mind, the skeletal monster outside the door, which he could not possibly defeat, was not even a fraction as terrifying as the tall and holy angel behind him.

As he crawled, leaving a trail of foul-smelling liquid behind him, he emitted waves of fearful resistance from his throat.

"No, no, no, please let me go! Please, let me go!"

However, it was clear that even if he were in perfect condition, he could not escape the angel's attack.

The next moment, a dazzling beam of light, identical to the one before, composed of concentric circles, shot out.

Another inconspicuous bloodstain appeared on the dark stone.

Having done all this, the angel's enormous and beautiful head slowly turned and looked at the last person praying not far away—Professor James Watson.

However, by this time, he had stopped praying. The deaths of the two soldiers had given him ample time to experience fear.

At this moment, Professor Watson had lost all of the composure and elegance that comes with being a highly educated intellectual.

He pressed his mouth tightly to his chest, curling up as if fear was about to crush him into a ball.

The heavy protective suit he was wearing made him feel no sense of security at all.

Under the gaze of the angel's golden eyes, he only trembled more violently.

However, with the large protective suit covering him, it was impossible to tell whether he was as undignified as the second soldier.

Just as Professor Watson was in despair, thinking that he would be like the two soldiers before him, beaten to a pulp by an unknown attack.

Watson, who was crouching on the ground and curled up, waited for a while.

At first, I thought the waiting time was too agonizing, giving me the illusion that a long time had passed.

But when his curled-up body began to feel numb due to poor blood circulation, he realized something was wrong.

The arms that were wrapped around the head loosened slightly, revealing panicked eyes behind the glass dome.

Like a timid child, burying their head in the sand, they cautiously peered through the gaps in their arms at the towering angel standing before them.

Upon closer inspection, it was indeed as expected. The angel not far in front of him did not raise his index finger and then smash him into mincemeat like he had done with the first two soldiers.

The other person just stood there, without moving.

Its tall and imposing body stood there like a work of art sculpted from marble.

This unusual phenomenon puzzled Watson, but his panic gradually subsided and his mind returned to reason.

He began to desperately try to figure out how he differed from the first two soldiers who had been attacked.

"Prayer? Piety? Bloodline?"

But Watson knew that he was not a devout believer, and that his bloodline was the same as the two soldiers beside him—pure Commonwealth citizens, seemingly no different from anyone else.

"Quickly, Watson, think of something! What could be the reason?"

In this desperate situation, Watson's mind raced, recalling the previous scenes.

The bloody scene just now, and all the fragments before it happened, replayed in my mind.

The next moment, the scene suddenly froze on the image of two soldiers being executed by angels.

At this moment, two images rapidly magnified in Watson's mind, finally settling on the two people's opening and closing mouths.

"!"

"...Could it be...could it be because of talking?...voice?"

Reflecting on this, Watson also realized the differences between himself and the previous two.

When the angels turned to him after executing the two men, Watson cowered in fear.

She covered her mouth tightly, not daring to make a sound, terrified to the extreme.

In retrospect, it seems that his cowardice and fear actually saved him.

"If that's really the case, then as long as we don't make a sound, we're still safe for now..."

That's what I was thinking.

But suddenly, a muffled thud came from behind him, startling Watson so much that he shuddered.

He immediately looked up, his face covered in cold sweat, at the tall angel who was only ten meters away from him.

They breathed a sigh of relief when they found that he was still standing there without any reaction.

Recalling the abrupt sound from just now, it seemed as if he suddenly realized something.

Slowly turn around, trying to look behind you without making a sound.

All that could be seen through the two closed wooden doors was a vent on them.

Grayish-white, cracked skulls crowded together.

It kept banging on the wooden door, making a continuous creaking sound.

Since entering the building, he had been subconsciously ignoring the rhythmic sounds of the monster outside banging on the door.

The sudden impact sound just now must have been from a skeleton that struck with tremendous force.

Although it was a false alarm, Watson was still somewhat confused looking at the skeletons outside the door, which were making various creaking and banging noises. Because, according to his earlier deduction, the released winged angels were attacking the two soldiers based on sound.

The monster outside the door kept making noise, but the angel standing there didn't react at all.

It's as if you can't see it.

This puzzled Professor Watson even more.

However, with the previous speculation, it is easy to find the reason for the difference.

At that moment, he scanned the entire scene and saw the bearded man pressed against the wall with a look of terror on his face, and Payton standing across the water on the ground.

You can see Payton standing at another angle in the room, looking excited, holding a notebook and writing something quickly.

Watson ignored the other person, looked around, and then compared the two pools of blood on the ground. He quickly realized something was wrong.

The two soldiers who were attacked one after the other were on his right, closer to the pool where the angel had fallen; the closest soldier was less than 10 meters away.

He was about 20 meters away from the angel, while the bearded man leaning against the wall and Payton across the pool were even further away.

The monster kept banging on the noisy door, at least 40 to 50 meters away from the angel's current location.

There are too few reference points, but at least we can conclude that making a sound within a distance of 10 to 15 meters will result in an attack.

Whether he was spared from attack because he stopped making a sound due to fright, or because he was far enough away to escape, remains unknown.

Well, even so, we can still get a general idea of ​​the angel's supervisory area.

The minimum range is 15 meters; making a sound or speaking within this range will inevitably result in an attack.

But if that's the case...

Watson's pale face turned slightly due to extreme tension and fright.

Looking at the fist-sized instrument hanging on his shoulder, its original purpose was to monitor air pressure and oxygen concentration.

Because of its tricky location, they didn't have time to throw it out when they were fleeing for their lives.

But nowadays, it seems to have some other uses.

If my assumption just now is true.

Could the angels follow the sound of the falling object as it gradually approaches the door?

Then, by using the monster outside the door to create continuous noise, they lured the angel out of the room.
If this works, then I can not only escape the danger posed by the angel.

You can also use the opponent's godlike strength to kill the monsters outside and escape this terrifying fortress.

Having figured these things out, Watson's trembling hand gradually clenched and unclenched.

He sniffed, slowly raised his hand, and tried to remove the equipment from his shoulder without making a sound.

He took a few deep breaths and raised his hand to try to throw the instrument away, but failed several times.

Watson's hands were shaking so badly that he finally had to give up.

He didn't have the courage to try, or rather, he didn't dare gamble on the consequences of guessing wrong; he didn't want to die.

However, this method is the only one that can be thought of to solve the predicament.

"what to do…"

While Watson was feeling somewhat lost, the bearded man standing close to the wall was nervously observing his surroundings.

He also saw Professor Watson, who had somehow escaped unharmed, and his strange behavior.

Somewhat puzzled, I turned my gaze over and happened to meet his bewildered eyes.

This brief eye contact gave Watson a clue.

It's not very ethical, but it's the only way.

Watson reassured himself, ignoring the moral condemnation in his heart, and carefully took out his little notebook from his fanny pack.

Gently turning to a blank page, I pulled out the pen and began to slowly and carefully write words on the paper.

Every few words I wrote, I would look up to see what the angel was doing.

Fortunately, the other party just stood there, and although there were some minor movements, they did not show any intention of walking towards him.

So careful, he finally wrote a passage in his notebook in the largest possible font.

Then, it was raised and faced towards the bearded man.

The bearded man, who had been paying close attention to his movements, naturally noticed this action.

Although there was some distance between them, the bearded man's eyesight was still quite good.

After a quick look, I understood what was written on the paper the other person was holding up.

“The angels follow the sound, dropping something to lure him to the doorway. Kill the monster outside, and we can live.”

Although there are errors and inconsistencies in the sentences due to length constraints and time constraints.

But the bearded man understood what he was trying to say.

After understanding what the other person was thinking, he also understood the purpose behind the other person's series of strange actions.

But obviously, they also considered why the other party wouldn't do it themselves.

This ignited a fire within the bearded man.

Throughout the journey, the bearded man, though not entirely respectful, was always accommodating to any request.

He saved the expedition team from danger on several occasions, but now the other party wants him to be the scapegoat, or rather, the guinea pig.

"Fuck..."

(End of this chapter)