Feed the Tentacles 60

Chapter 60 – 60. What’s Stronger Than Faith M134 Minigun

‘Drrrr!!!’

It was never the sound of something being fired.
It was neither heavy nor majestic.
Instead, it was ‘torn.’
A literal shower of bullets reaching 4,000 rounds per minute.
It sounded like a woodpecker pecking at a tree with its neck muscles strengthened 200 times.
Such a sound dominated the central hall of the monastery.
Champion Yellow removed his finger from his trigger. Even though he installed the cradle, the noise and recoil were so great that they echoed throughout Zion Abbey’s spacious central hall.
The surrounding guards and the priests who were protected by Harold were greatly shocked.

“Grandpa, what are you doing? Even if he died tomorrow, it would be a natural death.”

“This is the weapon of the hero bestowed by the goddess…”

The abbot, Bishop Harold, was also surprised.
But he was still alive.
It was fortunate that he deployed all the defense magic he knew besides the Divine Shield. Most of them are destroyed, but you need to restore them before Yellow attacks again.

“But it seems that the warrior’s weapon did not break my faith.”

“Of course not. If you pour in your strength now, the night will be difficult. I have a reservation for an orgy party.”

“So what are you going to do? I am still here Attack with all your might, hero!!!”

“Oh, noisy. I don’t know why all the old people squeal like that. You’re thinking of making me tomato soup with reflection magic after I’ve caught you off guard, right?”

Yellow reverse summoned his weapon. The pile of shell casings spread out like a carpet all around him disappeared as well, converted into magical power. Even if it is in the form of a weapon, it is first made with the power of the goddess. Both the power and the way it is used are different from the original.

“I asked why you were doing this. Actually, there is no such thing as a reason.”

He squatted in front of Harold and the priests. He fidgeted with the piercing in his ear, then spat on the floor and said:

“I’m in the way, I’m wasting my money, I want a seat, there’s a sure and high-performance way to get rid of opponents. Would you like me to tell you?
It’s to make the opponent a ‘bad guy’ first. If the hero says evil, then it’s evil, and if the hero says the monastery here is the den of evil, then the reason you have to die is to follow it on its own.”

“As long as I am here, the monastery is still the home of Goddess Padma. I am the divinity of Zion!!”

“So I’m going to ask you something, you guys, not old Bishop Harold, you know anyway? That this shield won’t last forever, and that there are many other warriors besides me in Shion. If I ask for support, you’ll come right here? A few people are already waiting outside.”

It was not Harold that Yellow was looking at, but Murphy, the acolyte, and other monks and nuns. Some were on their faces on the floor, weeping and praying. There was only prayer and faith. I already knew that it wouldn’t necessarily save them.
But all they could do here and now was pray.
Murphy guessed what the hero might offer. The lips were dry.

“You senile old man who claims to be a divinity, offer it with your own hands. Then you will save me.”

“Don’t listen, stupid ones! Are you going to fall for the devil’s temptation!!”

“Yes! No matter how hard we suppress it, we will eventually return to the servants of the Goddess, her side!!”

Seeing the nun agree with Harold’s words, the hero Yellow smiled. He counted the number of people inside the shield one by one.

‘One, two, three… Twelve.’

“First three people.”

“Get out of the way!!!!”

It was that simple.
No matter how absurd the proposal was, it was human psychology to get impatient when a limit was placed on the number of people on a first-come, first-served basis. Yellow knew exactly how a person would behave in such a situation.
The nun who was defending Harold was the first to attack him. While she was concentrating on her magic, she grabbed him by the scruff of his neck and threw him behind her, followed by everyone on top of the abbot.

“I did it first!! I am alive now!!!”

“No, we have to offer this old man to the hero first.”

“How do I break through this shield? You can’t even get out.”

“You should have been yelling all sorts of shit normally, and you should have been pissed off from the start, you bastard!!”

It took very little time for a little hatred to spread among the clerics around.
A monk from behind kicked Harold in the head. The old abbot fell to the floor, bleeding from his head. However, the magic still did not dispel. With one of his eyes red, he glared at Yellow.

“Do something like this… Do you think that the church will be left alone…!”

“Sure. Rather, you guys would want to deal with it quickly, right?”

Harold couldn’t answer that. One of the young nuns on top of him had an arthrosis and broke her leg.
Instead, thick curse words came out of his mouth. It was something I always said to people.

“Aaaaa!!! Sister Angela, a whore-like bitch of a mother whore to be splashed in excrement!! I have loved you so much, and you have forgiven me for burning and eating thousands of gold manuscripts.

“In order to cover it up, you impregnated me with a child. Three times. I should have erased it every time.”

The nun who broke Harold’s leg pulled up her skirt. On one side of her belly were four small human-shaped tattoos, three of which had an X on them.
Yellow applauded when he saw this. That only three of the four were marked with an X meant that she was still carrying the abbot’s child in her belly.
Wasn’t that what you suggested first? The abbot protested, but they didn’t listen. Other monks, priests and nuns who saw this vomited all the abuse and revenge they had received from him.
Great sins and very minor quibbles were good. Anger and the desire to survive were all inflated as sins worthy of death, turning into ‘just violence’ against the vicious abbot.

“Die, die and repent!!”

“The crime of creating a private worship room with embezzled support funds!”

“The sin that got us caught up in this!!”

“It’s a sin that every seat you sit on smells because you’re old!!!”

There were no humans there.
It was only the beasts of justice who exercised the violence permitted by the hero.
Their gaze shifted to one side for an instant.
In a corner of the protective shield that was still barely in shape, there was Murphy, the youngest of the priests. Murphy ducked into a corner as they charged the abbot, watching the violence through her terrified eyes.
Eleven pairs of blood-stained eyes watched over Harold.
Those eyes were saying this.

‘Why don’t you join us?’

‘Are you on the same team as him?’

‘Are you not going to join us in justice?’

One of the nuns put something in Murphy’s hand.
It was a goddess statue. The cheap souvenirs sold in the monastery, the culprit who made Harold gather them and curse all kinds of things for not polishing them enough to shine.
Yeah, it’s all because of that old man. He has drawn himself into this.
If only the abbot disappears, he can live.
Okay. You were a garbage person from the start, weren’t you?

“Kill.”

Someone said
No one knew who the words came from.
Are you a nun or a monk?
Are they warriors and guards who want to finish the job?
Is it the abbot who wants to end this pain as soon as possible?
If that’s not the case,
Are you the one who wants to live?
Murphy held the blunt end of the cheap statue outside and slowly approached the abbot.

“Kill.”

“Kill.”

“Kill.”

“Kill!!”

“Ah… No…”

With a weak voice, Harold managed to squeeze his words out.
His head, eyes, ears, and limbs were already covered in blood, so he couldn’t even pretend to be human.
This is mercy Murphy thought. It was also written in the scriptures of the goddess she studied while being beaten by him. Follow justice and have her mercy.
So he did ‘justice’ by swinging the statue of the goddess on the head of the abbot.

‘Puck!!!’

And the taste was really sweet.

‘Puck, puck, puck, puck, puck!!’

“Ouch…”

‘Pusok’

Harold’s arm drooped and blood flowed through the crowd surrounding his corpse.
At the same time, the advanced divine magic he had maintained until the end was also dispelled.
Murphy breathed heavily. He squeezed the statue of the goddess clinging to her with blood and skull fragments in her hand.
Yellow said with admiration.

“Ha, these people, are you really saying that? Look at the abbot, he will appear in my dreams!!”

“Then… As promised, we are now saved..? Yes? Warrior!”

“Ah, of course. Didn’t I promise to save you? Be merciful and let the others live. ‘Like the will of the goddess.'”

“Go, thank you! Zion Ranger Yellow!! Thank you so much for saving me!!”

“Okay, get out, hurry, hurry! There’s a mountain of work to do!”

As Yellow slapped his hands hard, the bloodied clergy ran out toward the front door where the light came in.
Drunk with adrenaline and the joy of survival, they did not hear any of Yellow’s fleeting conversations with the guards.

“Even though they were vicious people, they didn’t know until the end that the protection of the abbot was the last bastion left to them.”

“They think that only by doing so will they remain a good person until the end. Everyone is like that.”

“But are you really going to let them live? The order is to exterminate them all…”

“I will save you. ‘I am’, I mean.”

—————-

When I came out of the monastery, it was a chaos with a large number of people.
The atmosphere was like a market to the extent that street vendors were circling around and selling snacks.

“Here comes!! They are the abbot’s gangsters who dared to assassinate the warriors!!”

“Kill, kill and get rid of it!!”

“Zion’s warriors, give the mace of justice to that mob!!”

Just like that, a stone flew out of nowhere and hit Murphy in the face. Following him, things like eggs, tomatoes, and mud flew to the surviving priests.

This isn’t it.
I thought it would save me!!

“No, we killed the evil abbot with our own hands! The hero, Yellow, negotiated that he would save us with that ball!!!”

A nun shouted out in a shriek, and the crowd that heard it fell silent.
Really? Did Yellow negotiate with the mob? And whispered

“Not true!”

Someone beside me shouted.
A woman in a black suit.
With dark brown straight hair that is almost black, she is the warrior of Zion, Zion Ranger ‘Black’.
Her bangs were neatly parted.
Although her face was relatively modest in her small, clear eyes, her tight body was exposed through the white shirt she wore under her suit and the simple black pants.
Her stern eyebrows, the bridge of her nose, and her lips gave her the impression that she was a fair and honest person, thorough in everything she did.
And her nickname in Zion Ranger is-

“‘The Black of Clarification’ is here! Now you will reveal the truth!!”

“Hae Myung sister!!!”