222 Divine Punishment

The Schemer clinging to the Messenger gaped its maw at Irene.

As its cube-shaped body split open, a grotesque oral cavity was laid bare.

Irene blushed as she watched.

“So beautiful…….”

Whoosh!

When she swept a hand, the shield she had summoned earlier flew back and blocked the way before her. As expected of a shield made from five human sacrifices, neither the Schemer’s teeth nor its harpoons could pierce it; they could only scrape at the surface. Someone’s head and organs, attached to the shield like ornaments, dangled and were torn loose.

‘Its defensive power is better than I expected.’

Clack.

Ian moved forward as he spun the revolver’s cylinder.

‘It’ll be hard to get through with just a Messenger or a Schemer.’...