Transmigrated into Conan, his ability is Rhodes Island

10...

The church was eerily quiet. Apart from Amuro Tooru himself, everyone was completely unprepared for this sudden turn of events.

Even Father René de Viognier, the one who instigated Amuro Tooru's sudden defection, was completely frozen in place, his eyes wide with astonishment.

9…8……

After a brief moment of stunned silence, the priest regained his senses, his face darkening. He quickly stepped forward and bent down, perhaps to check if Akihara could still be saved—however, when his gaze met Akihara Kazuhiro's unseeing right eye on the ground, and then he caught sight of the left half of his face, blown away and left only as a bloody mess, the priest's expression instantly turned extremely grim.

7...

"You f*cking bass! Look at the mess you've made!" The priest, his previous gentleness gone, abruptly stood up, roaring at Amuro Tooru like a raging lion. "Lord, look at the folly of this world! The Holy Son has fallen; we will all be cast out of His protection and forever plunged into the dark abyss!"

6...

The priest gasped for breath, trying to calm his rage. "Contact the lab; perhaps they can still learn something from his remaining brain tissue..."

5…4……

A brief silence fell over the church, followed by a flurry of rustling noises. The survivors of the "Texas Chainsaw Massacre" were in a panic, like headless flies. Some frantically pulled out their phones, their fingers trembling as they dialed the lab to carry out the priest's orders; others hesitated briefly before cautiously approaching to try and move the "nun's" body.

3...

Akihara Kazumitsu's body lay quietly on the ground, blood trickling down from his head, staining the ground around him and his nun's habit a dark red.

However, just when everyone thought it was all over, Akihara Kazuhiro's fingers suddenly twitched slightly.

2...

“Strange…strange…” One of the believers who came to move the body, whose hands were trembling slightly with tension and fear, suddenly froze in mid-air the moment he saw this scene. He kept wondering if he was seeing things because of his excessive tension, or if this was just the residual activation of the human nervous system after death.

1...

Amuro Tooru, who had been staring blankly at them with a blank expression, suddenly raised his gun again the moment he saw Akihara Kazuhiro's fingers twitch, pointing the muzzle at Akihara Kazuhiro's body.

0.

[Flesh cuts and bones break], 10 seconds of dizziness ends.

The roar of the chainsaw echoed once more in the church nave. The saw blade, embedded in the ground, spun wildly, propelling Akihara and Hikaru's bodies forward, narrowly avoiding Amuro Tooru's second shot.

Akihara Kazumitsu slowly sat up from the ruins. He reached out and pushed the still-wriggling gray-white brain tissue on the left side of his face inward to prevent it from slipping out, while the smile on his lips grew wider and wider.

"Ouch, that really hurt! I almost died."

His voice still carried a hint of laughter, as if he hadn't just been shot himself. He slowly stood up, casually using a chainsaw to deflect several more bullets that followed.

“Bourbon…” Akihara Kazumitsu swayed as he stood up, chuckled softly, his voice hoarse, perhaps from the blood rushing into his throat. “It really chills me to the bone… I came all this way to save you, and you’re happily indulging in your depravity.”

Akihara's mental state was clearly off; perhaps due to the loss of part of his brain, he appeared somewhat neurotic. Using a chainsaw to support himself as he staggered forward, he seemed to be muttering to himself, "Shouldn't important supporting characters like you have very high willpower? How could you be brainwashed so easily..."

“I don’t know who you are.” Amuro Tooru’s eyes remained cold, the gun in his hand pointed steadily at Akihara Kazumitsu, unmoved by his words. “But your existence threatens the organization’s interests.”

Upon hearing this, Akihara Kazumitsu was first taken aback, then burst into laughter, laughing so hard that tears welled up in his eyes and his jelly-like brain tissue swayed back and forth.

He abruptly turned his head to look at the trembling believer beside him. This was the one who had just tried to move him. At this moment, his face was ashen, looking exactly like someone who couldn't bear to watch a horror movie but couldn't help but peek. His gaze moved from Qiu Yuan's face to the blown-out head of the believer, and then back again.

To his horror, he discovered that the man was also looking at him.

"Why are you so serious?" Qiu Yuan tilted his head and looked at him strangely. "Isn't it funny? The Japanese Wolf Warriors said that my existence threatens the organization's interests, so they want to kill me. Don't you find that funny?"

The believer was so frightened that he backed away while shaking his head repeatedly. After taking a few steps back, he tripped and staggered back to his balance. Fearing that denying the other party would cause the madman to suddenly lash out and cut his head into the same style as his, he hurriedly nodded again.

"That's right." Akihara Kazumitsu grinned at him, satisfied with the answer. At the same time, the chainsaw flew out of his hand, scaring the man into closing his eyes in despair, thinking, "Alas, my life is over..." But the expected pain never came.

He secretly opened one eye, only to find that the chainsaw wasn't aimed at him, but at the blond madman who was randomly firing his gun.

He breathed a sigh of relief; his calves stopped trembling, and his back straightened.

Chainsaw maniac, you did a great job! You lunatics should just stay in your own circle and never come out to harm "ordinary people" like them.

He hid behind a fallen bench, furtively peeking out to observe the battle. He saw the blond-haired, black-faced demon swiftly sidestep, a heavy chainsaw slicing past him as his gun fired incessantly, bullets raining down on the nun.

Akihara hummed a song, the melody of which seemed to be from the Golden Age of Iberia. He moved with light, graceful steps, ghost-like approaching Amuro Tooru's side.

Just as Amuro Tooru was focused on dealing with Akihara, the chainsaw that had been thrown as a projectile returned with a strange, even faster speed. By the time Amuro Tooru heard the whoosh of the wind beside his ear, it was too late—

"Bang!"

The handle of the chainsaw struck Amuro Tooru hard on the back of the head, spinning back into Akihara Kazuhiro's hand. Akihara easily spun around to dissipate its momentum, and after finishing the move, he couldn't help but quip, "A good-sounding head is a good head."

Akihara gracefully bowed to Amuro Tooru, who had lost his fighting ability. The left side of his face was being repaired under the effect of the still-ongoing Lancet-2 skill. His broken skin and flesh were writhing and healing at a visible speed in the light green glow.

The madness just now was mostly due to the influence of the operator Specter's mental imprint—it turns out that there is a high concentration of Originium liquid in the spinal cord, which is constantly eroding and resisting immune rejection, but is also repaired by the powerful physique. These two forces pull at the body and soul, and that's the feeling.

The mad whispers from the abyss echoed incessantly in his ears, eroding his senses and stirring a powerful urge within him to sing. Only in this way could he find peace amidst this madness…*

Finally, the chainsaw vanished from his hand, and the nun's habit returned to its original form. The skill's duration had ended, taking with it the Deep Sea Hunter's formidable physical abilities.

Akihara's eyes regained their clarity. The power that had been surging within him, sustaining his fight, vanished instantly, replaced by a wave of weakness and exhaustion. He swayed a few times, but ultimately did not collapse.

"Now……"

He staggered back towards the altar, having cleared away the troublesome fellow; next, he had to deal with the riddle-maker…

He suddenly stopped in his tracks.

The other person was already lying in a pool of blood. In the chaos just now, a stray bullet, from who knows whose, struck the priest in the heart, ending the priest's life.