Chapter 184 The Attack of the Doomsday Preachers

　　A Gou's raspy roar exploded like thunder, echoing in the dilapidated shack. The attackers, clad in tattered black robes like ascetic monks, were visibly startled to hear a profound demon speak human language with such clarity—and then, something even more astonishing happened.

　　Shirley swung her chain, whirling the abyssal hound in her hand and slamming it towards the nearest "Doomsday Preacher."

　　She didn't really know much about the Doomsday Preachers, only that they were another group of cultists, even more insane and extreme, worshipping a "Lord" that was practically the subspace itself. Shirley didn't know why a group of these lunatics had suddenly appeared in the city-state of Pland, nor did she know why they had found her, but it didn't matter—

　　Her experience crawling through the gutters and alleys had taught her one thing: when in danger, don't overthink the unexplainable, just throw your weight around and fight!

　　The wounds on her back were probably in a similar state.

　　"...Damn it, after all that effort, only managed to take out three..."

　　Shirley spat out a mouthful of blood and muttered with a grimace.

　　"Not bad," A Gou's grumbling voice came from the side. The abyssal hound sounded a bit listless—as Shirley's first line of defense against corruption, it was even more severely affected by the Doomsday Preachers. "These are all priest-level ascetics, not the rabble who gather in basements for meetings and get swindled into donating money… You fought them head-on, which is almost like assaulting a city church… It's worth it."

　　"Damn it, a bunch of big, grown adults ganging up on a harmless little girl, how shameless," Shirley said, looking up with a face full of blood at the Doomsday Preachers who were gathering around her. Her eyes were filled with ferocity. "What did I ever do to you?"

　　There were still three Doomsday Preachers standing, and they had all transformed into skeletal, grotesque monsters. Tattered robes hung on their deformed and mutated bodies like shrouds, making them appear even more eerie and terrifying in the dim light.

　　Of course, they didn't respond to Shirley, just as a hunter wouldn't negotiate with prey.

　　Shirley coughed up some blood and looked around.

　　The commotion from the fight in the room was significant, yet it hadn't attracted the attention of the guards or disturbed the neighbors. Outside the window, everything was still hazy, and the streets were unusually quiet.

　　Clearly, the entire house was shrouded in some kind of "barrier." These attackers had made thorough preparations before making their move.

　　The furniture was all destroyed.

　　The walls and pillars were also on the verge of collapse.

　　The only wardrobe had been smashed to pieces by the aftermath of a battle, and the few clothes inside, along with a small drawer containing spare change, had fallen to the ground, stained with blood and almost completely corroded by acid.

　　The most valuable thing in the house... (The chapter isn't complete!)

　　The oil lamp had also been knocked over, and the lampshade was shattered all over the floor.

　　"I only have so little, and you smash it all to pieces," Shirley finally couldn't support herself, and her body slowly slid towards the floor, but she still looked up at the enemies who were raising bone spurs, ready to strike. "You bastards, I'm going to splatter your faces with blood later..."

　　The bone spur stabbed down through the air.

　　Then, in the blink of an eye, it slowed down, leaving behind layers of overlapping afterimages, finally coming to a standstill in mid-air.

　　A touch of green flame suddenly appeared in this room, which should have been completely enveloped by the barrier. In the flames, a huge and hideous skeletal bird circled and danced in the air, and a shrill, bizarre female voice entered Shirley's ears.

　　"Our warriors are engaging the enemy... Teleportation successful!"

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