Love, death, and false man

Chapter 62. The Husband and Wife Thieves
A person can possess multiple soulfire characteristics, not just Fang Yan. Characteristics are not unique; they are the path by which the conscious mind forcibly mobilizes the soulfire, and are related to a person's behavior, thoughts, spirit, and core self.

Andy not only possesses the living divine words of all the official members of the Ascetic Order, but also has his own unique characteristics, which he has not named.

This special type can generate any kind of torture device.

Daggers, pliers, saws, wheels, hole openers, limb racks, neck and hand yokes, the Iron Lady, stakes, waterboards, masks of shame, heretical forks...

Depending on one's imagination, any form of execution can inflict the most violent death upon an opponent.

However, it also has a major weakness: it lacks offensive capabilities in actual combat, but it can be surprisingly effective when the opponent is weak and careless.

With a compassionate heart.

Andy simply took out a dagger and lightly traced the tip of the blade across the scar on Fang Yan's lip, as if based on some kind of morbid thought, as if he were putting himself in the shoes of the pain caused by the scar.

Fang Yan was severely hypoxic, his head was swollen and turned purplish-red due to ischemia, and the veins on his forehead were bulging. His struggles gradually weakened, and his vision blurred.

Daring not to split into more hounds, and without the support of soul fire, he was already strangled to death by the immense force.

"It's truly astonishing. There's no fear of death in your eyes, only unyielding rage. You have so much potential. I was able to remove the electronic targets generated by the Salvation Army from your body, freeing you from their control and making you one of us. It's just a pity... you went too far. Rest in peace."

Just as Andy was about to strangle Fang Yan to death.

The Guilty Gear, Projection, the left-hand water blade arm armor projection merged with the main body, made of disposable materials, water and steel shot gushed out, effortlessly severing the semi-transparent arm that was gripping Fang Yan, blood gushing out and spraying onto Fang Yan's face.

However, due to its inherent properties, it evaporates very quickly.

Fang Yan fell to the ground, his head congested with blood and unable to recover for a while. The suffocation caused him to have an intense need for oxygen, making him gasp for breath and cough, with saliva uncontrollably dribbling from the corners of his mouth.

"Oh?"

Andy did not immediately give chase. To him, Fang Yan was just a lamb to the slaughter. He was only interested in this strange attack, which he had never heard of before.

The arm of a living sacrifice grew out of the ground, ready to lift up Fang Yan's left sleeve to see what it was.

"Fuck your mother...fuck your mother!"

Fang Yan wasn't thinking about anything; he was just like a person fighting, with blood rushing to his head, and all he could think about was how to get rid of his opponent.

The brutal pleasure requires a significant amount of soul fire heat to generate complete body parts, but if it only generates blood and bone fragments, and even disregards the complete structure, then it can be basically ignored. However, one must be prepared to have blood drawn and bones shattered.

Like extracting a physical mold from Guilty Gear, inorganic matter doesn't feel pain, but the brutal pleasure comes from extracting one's own flesh and blood as a mold, which involves a process of "peeling and splitting".

Although the surge of adrenaline numbs the brain and weakens the sense of pain, injecting one's own blood mixed with bone into the water-blade arm armor as abrasive is comparable to an ascension ritual.

Blood is used as water, and bones as sand.

The water-blade arm armor, gushing forth bright red blood and bone fragments, instantly severed the hand that was rushing towards him.

Soulfire draws power from distorted spacetime, has no rest mass, and is inexhaustible and limitless.

The endless, relentless blood extraction and the infinite high-pressure water jets formed from shattered bones chopped all of Andy's generated limbs to shreds, and all the body parts that continued to be generated were also directly pulverized and cracked by the aerospace high-pressure water jets.

However, the heat of the 1 joules of soul fire was far beyond what Fang Yan could achieve. Andy continued to disassemble his own ribs, just as he had done with grenades, and frantically grew the nested bone shield barrier layer upon layer.

Fang Yan's eyes were bloodshot. Although he waved his left hand to make the water blade cut wildly, constantly chopping it into pieces that fell to the ground and evaporated, the difference in numerical values ​​was still too great.

In an instant, the speed of the water jet cutting and the power of the pressure could not keep up with the speed of Andy's self-sacrifice.

At this point, the amount of blood and bone that Fang Yan had been drained from was more than a ton, but it still couldn't keep up.

The ulna and radius are too fragile!

Fangyan has been used as an abrasive to crush the ulna and radius, but its strength seems insufficient, so another material must be used.

He frantically peeled away his kneecaps and skull, compressing them to powder and injecting them into the water-blade arm armor as abrasive. The extreme pain was like an ascension ritual, but he no longer cared. His raging spirit resisted the relentless tolling of the bell in the extreme pain of shock.

It worked!
Fang Yan wildly swung his left arm armor, the crimson guillotine slashing down one after another, gradually keeping up with the speed of the ribcage barrier that grew at 1 joules.

But that wasn't enough, far from enough. Fang Yan only wanted to kill Andy.

According to basic biology, the hardest part of the human body is tooth enamel, which has a Mohs hardness of 5, much higher than the 3 of bone structure.

No physical pain in the world can surpass this terror; teeth are peeled off, extracted, and ground into abrasive that is then injected into the water-jet arm armor.

In the extreme pain, even Fang Yan couldn't help but cry out.

"I killed your mother!" It was both a wound and a blade.

It's both a slap in the face and a loss of face.

It was both limbs and a torture cart.

He was both a death row inmate and a butcher.

The crimson guillotine became incredibly powerful, severing all the ribcage barriers as it struck Andy's right arm.

With a crisp snap, the guillotine pierced through Andy's defensive force field.

On Andy's right shoulder, there was a cut about the size of a thumb, oozing real blood.

One hit.

The resulting slight relaxation, but it was only a brief relaxation.

Fang Yan was suddenly extremely weak, suffering from both indescribable pain and the mental confusion caused by the increased entropy resulting from actively regulating his soul fire.

He was completely exhausted, swaying and about to collapse.

"It's unbelievable, you hurt me."

Andy frowned in thought. "Well then... let's end our entertainment time here."

Andy finally got serious, generating countless living hands, each holding a dagger, iron chains, and spikes, like an execution army, surging towards Fang Yan from all directions.

Fang Yan was exhausted and had no chance of survival.

The streets were ablaze, the charred asphalt was bubbling and curling, the shop windows of grocery stores looked like countless dry tinder being crushed, and the bursting rhythm of sparks sounded like the drumbeats of purgatory.

The shadows cast by the instruments of torture and the palm of a hand completely shrouded Fang Yan in darkness.

Fang Yan, however, had only one thought.

after all……

The mind control dog still succeeded.

A loud bang.

Because of the jump, a Ducati Paingale V4 went out of control while in motion, crashed into a wall at 300 mph, and exploded.

Her long white hair stood out starkly against the fiery red backdrop, and she wore a flowing black trench coat, high-waisted trousers, a shirt, a tie, and leather shoes that clicked loudly.

Custom-made weapons by the summit liaison officer, an electromagnetically guided double-barreled shotgun, special repulsive bullets, combined with her own Soulfire properties, made tanks and armor seem like paper in front of Ji Wei.

Regardless of why Fang Yan did something so outrageous and insane,
But Ji Wei had no choice but to play along.

boom!boom!
The continuous gunshots ripped Andy's hand, which was holding the torture device, into a bloody mess.

Fang Yan subconsciously turned around and saw that it was the girl he had met by chance at the bar, a high school girl named Ye Yutang.

"How did you find this place... no, what are you doing here?"

Perhaps it was the overwhelming sexual repression that allowed Fang Yan to recover somewhat, managing to stand up straight, but too many questions remained unanswered for the moment.

“As I said, I’m investigating urban legends and trying to unravel the mysteries behind them. I’ll try to gain your trust, and this seems like a good opportunity.”

Ji Wei said this, believing that those three words should be saved for last. They were not a battle cry, but a declaration of victory.

"You're risking your life, sis. Nobody can beat this monster. You'd better get out of here."

Fang Yan flicked the blood and tooth enamel residue that hadn't yet evaporated from his water blade arm armor onto the ground, then pulled out his last weapon, a Colt M2000, ready to hold off the monster.

"You underestimate me too much."

Ji Wei remained calm; she was a senior combatant designated by the [Summit].

"Hmm... a husband-and-wife thief couple, interesting."

Andy grinned menacingly, eager to tear one of them to shreds.

(End of this chapter)