I am a reincarnation player.

"Ignore the threats of this outsider!"

boom.

The person who spoke was shot dead, and then someone else took over.

"It's time for God to test us."

"If you back down at this time, the church will definitely punish you."

"Do you think that the great church can't defeat this outsider?"

"Come with us and chant the sutras in a low voice, and you will find peace."

Whenever someone responded, Yuki shot them to death, but the fanatic was not afraid of death and would finish his words even if it meant sacrificing one word for one life.

Click.

Yuki changed the magazine again. This chaos item was very weak, but he was somewhat addicted to the feeling of changing the magazine and pulling the bolt.

"Really? You're always causing me trouble." He saw that those who were originally wavering began to hesitate, and that some people were clearly looking at him but pretending to be pious.

Tests and such are all bullshit, the church punishment that follows is the key.

They were afraid that their blasphemy would lead to retribution later. If the church door was opened now and a group of priests walked out, they would probably be as strong as iron.

"You still don't understand. The reckoning will have to wait, but I can kill someone right now."

boom.

The gunshot rang out again, shooting in the head a man who had been lying down and was now trying to sit up.

"Don't waste your energy. Do you want to regret it now?" Yuki steadied the person behind him and continued to move forward.

The muzzle of the gun was pointed at a young man next to him. The latter trembled all over and closed his eyes tightly, but when the cold muzzle of the gun was pressed against his forehead, he fell down like a puddle of mud.

Being firm but not absolute is being absolutely not firm. As long as you are afraid, you will lose all your strength no matter what those fanatics say.

"One second, everyone."

Yuki continued to move forward, pointing the gun at everyone around him. Some people were still holding on, but with a bang, they were shot in the head.

Kill three, five, six, eight by mistake.

Yuki was counting in his mind. It wasn't that the Judge couldn't kill ordinary townspeople. There was still a certain degree of redundancy. However, time was limited and he had no interest in forcing them one by one.

Then just act it out, act out a killing that doesn't matter if it's a mistake, it's just a monotonous, mechanical killing weapon.

He pulled the trigger and his head exploded. After ten bullets were fired, he stopped to change the magazine. His unhurried footsteps seemed like a demon approaching, and the crisp sound of the bullet casings rolling on the ground was thrilling.

A murderous demon, an absolute murderous demon. The church turned a deaf ear to it. Could something have gone wrong? If the priests don’t show up, who will save me?

Imagine you are sitting on your knees and unable to run away, and a murderer comes up from behind and shoots his own kind with an expressionless face. No one knows how many people he is going to kill, only the sound of gunfire.

Then the priests who provided security were nowhere to be seen, but how could any human being with normal intelligence not be afraid?

Fear is spreading and accumulating.

The differences between people gradually became apparent. True believers continued to chant as if they had heard nothing, while ordinary people who tried to remain calm became increasingly shaken.

At first, Yuki would struggle for two seconds when the gun was pointed at him, then gradually, he would hold his head and cry when he was aimed at, and finally, when Yuki's footsteps approached, they would fall down like wheat.

Once the psychological defenses are breached, the efficiency of killing will only increase.

Yuki's marksmanship is average, but he has no problem shooting at fixed targets. He just needs to walk closer, ignore the ordinary people who lie down voluntarily, and turn around with the gun in one hand. People who are a little more determined will not be able to hold on.

Who else but a fanatic could still smile and recite scriptures at this moment?

[Player Yuki, you have judged the 300th believer, and are rewarded with 1 reinforcement point. ]

[Player Yuki, you have judged the 400th believer, and are rewarded with 1 reinforcement point. ]

The murmurs sounded from time to time, adding a sense of achievement to Yuki's killing. He felt like he was standing in a wheat field, full of the joy of the harvest.

It would be great if these believers were endless, I could just clear a copy and ascend to heaven on the spot.

Yuki's hand was sore from pulling the trigger, and he finally walked to the end of the crowd, which was the church's platform where he used to preach.

Jingle Bell......

Everything was quiet, with only the sound of bullet casings rolling. He slowly turned his head, his eyes widening inch by inch.

No one dared to look at him anymore. The entire square was lying on the ground in unison. Some were ordinary people trembling in fear, while others were believers with different looks of death.

The blood formed streams, and the pure white floor tiles were all dyed red. Yuki felt like he had become a demon god, overlooking all living beings and deciding anyone's life or death.

Dang Dang Dang——

The bell rang, signaling the end of the rally, but unlike usual, no one dared to get up and leave, as if the rules had been broken.

This is the rule he set. The gods are far away, the game is even farther away, and the devil is right in front of him.

crunch.

The door of the church finally opened, and with several heavily armored guards leading the way, a dozen priests walked out of the church.

After the ceremony was completed, God told them who the judge was, and the judge's coordinates were outside the church, so they rushed out in a hurry.

They received God's guidance, but felt that the blessing was extremely weak. They didn't know what was going on, and it was shrinking like a deflated ball.

Just as I was wondering, I saw the scene in front of me:

A black-haired young man holding a gun stood on the platform. Behind him, the sacred square had been dyed red and the bodies of believers were everywhere.

All I could see were dead bodies, and the living were all kneeling on the ground. They were not kneeling to worship the gods, but the strangers in front of them.

This, this, this...

The visual impact was so strong that my brain was a little confused. In just half an hour, where did the believers go? Whose believers are these remaining ones?!

This is a bit like a dream. When you wake up, you find that everything has changed. The key is how did the other party do it? It was clearly a gunshot, but there was no sound at all.

"Just like the cemetery, these outsiders have the ability to block out sounds!"

A priest woke up as if from a dream. Just as he opened his mouth, he saw a blood-red moon ring coming towards him. This thing was very fast, but he could easily dodge it. But when he really wanted to dodge, he found that his body could not keep up with his brain.

what?

Swah——

Cut in half with a single blow, the splattered flesh and blood dyed the wall red, like graffiti on a sacred church.

The rest of the people drew their weapons as if they were facing a powerful enemy, only to see the young man approaching with a blood-red long knife in his hand, with hundreds of the town's residents "kneeling" as he did so.

"As clergymen, how could you forget?" Yuki flicked the blade, and with the buzzing sound, he smiled contentedly.

"You cannot look directly at the gods."

Chapter 32: Judgment Comes (Part 2)

There's a problem over there in the square!

A few kilometers away in a straight line, another team of players also reacted, or rather, they had the doubt half an hour ago.

Black Sword felt the barrier unfolding in the direction of the square. He instantly realized that he had fallen into a trap, but it was not so easy to escape.

The Phantom Thief actually faced him head-on and held him back. After several rounds of fighting, not to mention the opponent's strength, his head was filled with doubts.

Isn't he a Christian? Why is he so serious?

Could it be that he and one of them are teammates and have been acting together until now?

It's hard to understand. If it's true, Black Sword would really admire his acting skills. Fortunately, the thief is not too strong. What's really hard to understand is what's happening in the square.

'Li Dan went to the square? He wanted to kill those believers?'

There was no need to guess the purpose. Although Black Sword had not found out where the church's power came from, he was very clear about the importance of believers, and he could also guess that the "Judge" would definitely be its enemy.

But there are more than just believers there, and there is no difference between them from the outside. If you can kill them at will, why didn't you burn down the town earlier?

The longer the battle went on, the more confused he became. His attention was distracted and he couldn't catch the thief. When an invisible sword stabbed his chest, he turned into a black shadow.

The shadows were like mud splashed on the roof, and like swimming underwater, they quickly gathered into a human shape dozens of meters away.

Used it for the first time.

Hei Jian muttered to himself and quickly looked around, he saw that the roof was full of holes and there were two or three dead bodies of fierce dogs.

The girl in a dress and a motorcycle helmet stood on a high place, constantly pulling the bowstring. The man holding a chainsaw sword stood in front of her and refused to retreat even a step.

Rick's hand was bitten by the Caucasian Hound, and his forearm was almost bitten off, but he still held the chainsaw sword and split it in half.

'Why are these people fighting so hard?'

Black Sword found it difficult to understand, but that did not stop him from analyzing the current situation:

It was difficult to kill these three players in a short time, and they were held back and had no way to attack Li Dan from both sides. That meant that in this dungeon, not only did they play a supporting role, but they also suffered heavy losses.

Even if the role of providing intelligence is taken into account, the mission evaluation will not exceed C level.

"Wait a minute, there's no need for us to continue fighting." Hei Jian suddenly raised his hand, causing Oreki Houtarou, who was making a detour, to stop.

"What do you mean?" The young man wearing a smiley mask tilted his head slightly. He knew that the black sword was not serious and Pan Zi did not use his full strength.

His mission was to hold these two people back, and of course the more nonsense he talked, the better.

Black Sword also knew this, but it was really a headache. This man was a cultist, and even if he used all his strength to kill him, he would not be able to improve his mission evaluation.

"You teamed up with Li Dan?"

"No, if we were a team, we wouldn't be so 'harmonious'."

"You are a Christian, right?"

"Well, do you want me to recite the Cultist prompts to you?"

Then why the hell are you fighting with me?

Black Sword almost couldn't maintain his grim expression, and gently adjusted his sunglasses: "Then why are you helping the Judge?"

"I hate this town and that church. I didn't choose to be a 'church member.'" Oreki Houtarou shrugged lightly, speaking at a leisurely pace.

It's just disgust. You are an old player, how can you be so naive?

Hei Jian couldn't help but complain in his heart, thinking that there must be other reasons, but he couldn't think of them for the time being, so he had to throw in another weight.

"We are players affiliated with 'Day'. Are you sure you want to challenge us just because you hate us?"

As he finished speaking, he saw the thief's eyes change, and he felt a little relieved. He had already determined that this man had at least four copies of experience.

Since you are an old player, you should have heard of the name "Zhou".

Players can be naive and willful, but that comes at a price, and now that costs have skyrocketed, he seems to be a smart guy, so he should think about this carefully.

"It's a very useful threat. It does increase the risk a lot." Oreki Houtarou nodded slightly and glanced at the center of the square.

At this moment, Yuki had already left the range of the barrier. The noise of his battle with the priests was very loud, but the sight was blocked by the houses, and the boy could only see the church bell tower.

It was at this time that a black shadow "flew" into the sky, and when it fell, it happened to fall on the top of the tower.

The sound of fighting continued, which proved that the person flying was not Yuki. Not only Houtarou was surprised, but Kuroken also looked back in shock.

"Not only did he not die, but he even got close to the church?"

The rally was over, so logically, shouldn't they have to face the furious counterattack of hundreds of believers and the church? Why were the fights getting closer and closer, and the sounds of the fighting didn't sound like there were many people involved?

The current situation became more and more bizarre. Hei Jian lost interest in the present and prepared to help Pan Zi quickly deal with the two players. At least by dealing with the 'undercover', his evaluation could be upgraded to B level.

But the young man moved sideways two steps, just blocking the way, and facing the inexplicable black sword, he raised the transparent sharp blade.

There was a gleam in his eyes, which was a replay of the battle in the trial phase. After being reconstructed by reasoning, he could predict the opponent's actions in advance.

Knowing that the other party has the support of a huge organization, they are too willful and naive to take that risk.

But there are real benefits, yes.

......

Squeak.

The door of the church was slowly pushed open, allowing the midday sun to shine into the dim room inch by inch.

The bodies of several priests, riddled with holes, lay in front of the door, their bulging eyes fixed on the man in the red windbreaker in front of them.

Blood soaked through his clothes and dripped from the corners of his clothes. Yuki looked inside and saw rows of empty seats, some of which were covered with sheets, and large mosaic windows on both sides.

Opposite the gate is an altar with a number of extremely twisted golden statues placed on it. There is also a wall behind the altar, which should be the room leading to the bell tower.