"Thud..."
The two Rose Bishops were severed at the waist into four pieces, falling to the ground.
After swinging his sword, Silas didn't stop his attack.
He was well aware of the Rose Bishops' vitality and knew such damage couldn't kill them.
So he looked down at the chunks of flesh, a gleam flashing in his eyes.
"Psychic Piercing!"
"Ah!"
The two Rose Bishops, now only half-bodies, immediately let out agonized howls, unable to carry out any follow-up actions.
Seizing this opportunity, Silas stepped forward and used his lava sword to pierce through them, skewering them together.
"Sizzle, sizzle..."
The scorching lava burned their bodies, easily destroying large amounts of flesh and blood.
Their screams lasted only a very short time before their spirituality was extinguished and they died completely.
Only their broken bodies remained hanging on the lava sword, slowly precipitating their characteristics.
Not just these two. The floor of the temple was covered with scattered points of mysterious color.
This was the glow of Beyonder characteristics, precipitated from the corpses of killed Aurora Order members.
The Secrets Suppliant characteristics had become semi-illusory black lips. The Listener characteristics had become pitch-black, strange ears.
The Shadow Ascetic characteristics were masses of gray-black shadow, while the Rose Bishop characteristics were chunks of filthy flesh with fascia attached... The appearance of all these characteristics looked both bizarre and nauseating.
"Quite a harvest, right?"
Silas said with a smile to Mr. A.
"..."
Mr. A's lips were sealed by blood-stained spikes, unable to speak.
He could only stare at Silas with extremely resentful, extremely hateful eyes.
Silas appreciatively admired his expression, then placed his head properly on the altar, facing directly toward the True Creator's statue.
Next, he collected those Beyonder characteristics and likewise piled them on the altar. Mr. A's head was surrounded by his subordinates' Beyonder characteristics.
These characteristics were extremely fresh, bloody, forming a ludicrous yet eerie scene.
"Tell me, will your Lord be satisfied with such offerings?"
Silas asked with a laugh.
"Mmph, mmph..."
Mr. A struggled violently.
The spikes were knocked off one by one, his lips tearing. Blood flowed down his chin, his teeth also bright red. Using this terrifying appearance, he cursed:
"I curse you! Blasphemer! The Lord will eventually punish you. Angels will descend in His stead to pass judgment..."
"Alright, alright."
Silas said perfunctorily, gently brushing across Mr. A's mouth. The wounds on his mouth immediately healed.
Even his original mouth grew together, becoming from the nose downward a flat expanse of skin.
"Listen up."
He grabbed Mr. A's hair, holding it up to face him directly.
"Me? I'm actually just an ordinary guy trying to get by. After coming here, I didn't plan to be your enemy at first."
He said softly.
Mr. A naturally couldn't understand what "coming here" meant. Hearing Silas say these things, beyond anger, his eyes also held some confusion.
But Silas continued regardless.
"I was originally thinking it wouldn't be bad to just live quietly with my adoptive sister like that.
Going to work and slacking off every day, occasionally going on missions, with the captain there when big things happened.
Earning my 4-pound weekly wage, slowly saving money, buying a house, making life gradually better..."
Silas's voice gradually lowered, a smile at the corner of his mouth, as if reminiscing about times past.
"But your Aurora Order, your Lord, didn't plan to leave me alone. First it was Sirius Arapis, Hanass Vincent, then Ma'am M, Ince Zangwill, and you, along with your screeching Lord.
You bastards insisted on destroying my life, insisted on making me sink bit by bit on this mad Sequence, insisted on destroying Blackthorn Security Company, insisted on getting Cecilia killed..."
His voice grew angry, to the point of gritting his teeth.
"...You won't let me have peace, so I'll make sure you die."
After venting a few sentences, Silas somewhat recovered his calm. He chuckled softly, saying gently to Mr. A:
"I'll kill you all clean. First the Aurora Order and other organizations that worship the True Creator, then the angels under His seat, and finally Him... When you get to the other side, don't forget to tell your Lord that I'll be coming to find Him very soon."
Having said this, Silas walked toward the statue behind the altar.
The dim yellow candlelight vaguely illuminated the statue.
This was an inverted giant figure, its naked body bearing crisscrossing bloodstains.
Some kind of invisible, terrifying aura shrouded the statue. If ordinary Beyonders gazed directly at it, they would immediately suffer a mental impact.
Silas fearlessly looked over the statue's full appearance from top to bottom.
"Oh right, I've always had a question I wanted to ask you believers."
As if thinking of something, he suddenly said to Mr. A in his hand.
"..."
But how could Mr. A speak? He merely continued to look at Silas with hateful eyes, listening to Silas's next words.
He heard Silas ask softly:
"Tell me, when your Lord is hanging inverted on the cross, is His dick pointing up or dangling down?"
Mr. A first froze for a second, as if slowly comprehending Silas's words.
Immediately after, he exploded.
"Mmph! Mmph!"
Unable to speak, he merely desperately widened his eyes until the corners tore and his eyeballs nearly squeezed out of their sockets.
Such was his madness and rage.
To dare use such words to blaspheme the great Lord!
Kill you, absolutely must kill you!
"Huh, that's not right."
Silas deliberately ignored Mr. A's intense reaction, pretending to walk before the statue and examining a certain part of it.
"Oh, so He doesn't have a dick."
With that, he grabbed his head and violently smashed it toward the statue's crotch.
"Crack!"
Mr. A's nose bridge collided with metal, cleanly turning to powder.
"Bang!"
His facial bones made intimate contact with the statue, likewise shattering.
Broken bones pierced into deeper flesh, mixing together.
"Splat!"
The skull completely flattened, eyeballs bursting.
Viscous flesh and shattered bone stuck to the statue's surface, gray-white matter splattering.
"Boom!"
Silas used great force for the final smash. Mr. A's head completely plastered onto the metal statue, along with his scalp and hair, becoming a sticky, filthy mess.
"Hah..."
Silas let out a long breath and stepped back, stopping with somewhat waning interest.
His face and body were splattered with blood, his eyes indifferent.
The temple was empty. Only one person still stood before the statue.
He remained silent like this for several seconds, savoring the sensation from just now, then opened his palm toward Mr. A's broken skull:
"Graze!"
The howling sound of wind suddenly arose with this.
The airflow was bone-chillingly cold, spinning around the flesh and blood, quickly extracting an illusory figure wearing blood-red robes.
Mr. A's soul.