Operation Red Book

"They were human beings before, with self-control, self-esteem, emotions, and their own...unique souls."

Arnold's robes dragged on the ground as he moved back and forth in the small space.

"Then you captured them and used them for biological experiments. If they died, they were thrown into a mass grave. If they survived, they were imprisoned in a prison deep in the forest and continued to be used as experimental subjects."

"I am only following your human wishes. Including those prisoners in the prison in front, aren't they all imprisoned here to serve as backup experimental subjects for these monsters?"

Arnold looked at Holmes, who was sweating profusely in front of him, and smiled grimly.

"This is a miserable life. What's the use of their souls? Why not... let me harvest them all.

"Ah... Instead of letting me harvest them one by one, it would be much faster to let them kill each other, wouldn't it?"

"What do you want with souls?" Holmes cried. "Death leads the souls of the dead to the judgment of hell. Souls are of no use to you."

Arnold stopped in front of Dalton, then turned to face Holmes and the others. The black sickle exuded a chill, and the pale skull shone with a silvery light.

"When I harvest your souls, you will know it. Believe me, this is the supreme honor."

Arnold squeezed out these words, with the corners of his mouth curled up, and raised the sickle high in his right hand, and chopped it straight down at Holmes.

The sickle stopped above Holmes' head, with the tip of the blade only 10 centimeters away from chopping off his head.

Jacob raised his right hand, and the golden pocket watch swayed regularly under his hand.

Arnold's pupils trembled with excitement. He retracted the sickle with a grim smile and quickly slashed it towards Jacob's waist.

Jacob disappeared from the spot, and a black afterimage appeared in the air. Jacob was standing on the right side of Holmes.

The sickle was suspended in mid-air. Holmes kicked the sickle up, then turned quickly and kicked the sickle into the earth wall again.

Arnold's eyes darkened, and he somersaulted in the air, pulling the sickle out of the wall.

The long golden hair was flying in the air, very conspicuous in the darkness.

Arnold raised his sickle and swung it at Holmes again.

Holmes raised his hands, gripped the handle of the sickle tightly, and pressed the sickle down little by little.

Holmes' arms were trembling slightly, and beads of sweat were running down his head.

He clenched his teeth tightly and stared at Arnold with his brown eyes.

Arnold suddenly raised his sickle, turned around and kicked Holmes in the face with his left foot.

His feet were fixed in the air again. There was no doubt that Jacob must have activated the pocket watch in his hand.

Using the strength gained from being in the air, Arnold raised his right foot and kicked Jacob's chin quickly.

With a loud bang, Jacob was kicked in the chin with such force that he fell to the ground and the Bible also fell to the ground.

Jacob shook his head, and as soon as he regained consciousness, he saw a shining sickle coming towards him.

He dodged sideways and turned around on the ground. The pocket watch in his hand fell off the chain and made a clinking sound on the ground.

The sickle hit the pocket watch right away, and for a moment tiles and bricks flew everywhere, and parts fell everywhere. Half of the sickle was deeply embedded in the ground.

The time control disappeared, and Arnold's left foot quickly kicked towards Holmes, but Holmes turned his head to avoid the attack.

But before he could catch his breath, Arnold pulled out his sickle and thrust it backwards. The handle of the sickle hit Holmes' stomach hard and knocked him flying.

Arnold retracted the sickle and cut the chains that bound Dalton with two "swishes".

Dalton was overjoyed and knelt down in front of Arnold, thanking Arnold over and over again in his hoarse voice.

Arnold coldly threw him a silver dagger with a blood groove and a pair of thick gloves. The letters "GH" were written on the end of the dagger.

"Collect everyone's souls. Don't lose anything this time."

Dalton hurriedly put on gloves, picked up the dagger, and ran out.

Holmes collapsed at the foot of the wall outside and spat out a mouthful of blood.

His black hair was stuck to his face, and he looked at Arnold who was slowly approaching with tired and fierce eyes.

Arnold held Jacob in his left hand, who was holding the Bible tightly in his arms.

His monocular glasses were long gone, his right and left eyes were swollen, a large bruise appeared on the right side of his chin, and a line of blood was flowing from the corner of his mouth.

His right hand tightly grasped the black sickle and used it as a crutch. The metal hit the ground, making a "da, da" sound as his footsteps did.