Zhang Ge knew that regardless of whether he lived or died today, that androgynous heretic would definitely die.

  However, even though he mocked them, he had no intention of acting rashly.

  After all, he had no experience dealing with such scenes, and acting recklessly would most likely be seen as a deliberate attempt to seek death.

  What Zhang Ge did not know was that the others were also facing this situation for the first time. Incidents involving cultists and demon invasions were extremely rare, let alone to this extent.

  Although the political commissar, Oglin, and the priest had fought many battles, most of those situations involved ordinary cultists and rebels.

  Sister Amelia had seen the most, but previously, it was always in coordination with a full-fledged combat nun squad, with each person responsible for a specific task.

  Now, everyone was a makeshift group, and she did not dare to act rashly.

  Among the five who were trying to find a way to respond based on their limited past experiences, the first to take action was Priest Ryder.

  He silently raised his heat melt gun, aiming at the center of the stage, but he did not intend to attack the dancers; instead, he directly pulled the trigger upwards.

  The heat beam that erupted from the gun instantly swept across the entire theater, evaporating the liquids in its path, creating a faint red ring, and roaring towards the ceiling connected to those fleshy tendrils.

  At the moment of contact, the searing beam instantly melted the curtain at the impact point and ignited the surrounding fabric materials, but it was swallowed by the deeper darkness, leaving only flickering flames that cast a layer of destructive madness over the already eerie stage.

  After a brief silence, the voice returned:

  "How boring... I originally planned to let you finish watching my new show, but since you are so impatient, let my beloved pets play with you."

  As his words fell, the lights of the entire "theater" went out from bottom to top. In the pitch blackness, only the light of the cross still enveloped everyone, corresponding with the flames on the stage, while the unending "applause" sounded particularly jarring in this silk-like thick darkness.

  After all the lights went out, a cylindrical beam of light, piercing like a searchlight from above, illuminated one person.

  Unlike the twisted cultists and demons outside, this person's figure was robust with excellent proportions.

  Although their legs were replaced by two pink, bow-shaped feet, they perfectly integrated with their body, and coupled with their handsome face and shoulder-length silver hair, it accentuated a non-human beauty akin to a mysterious forest spirit.

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  Under the stage light, like the entrance of an actor, the voice rang out again, tinged with excitement and delight:

  "Allow me to introduce one of my perfect pets—"

  Zhang Ge responded with action: as his left hand moved to his waist, he set the laser gun aside and pulled out a flare, igniting it.

  The crimson star shot into the sky, breaking through the darkness and illuminating the remaining three pets, while his right hand simultaneously drew a plasma pistol.

  With the gun raised and the trigger pulled tight, a faint current jumped along the excitedly flickering body of the plasma pistol.

  Without hesitation, Zhang Ge fired, a sense of crisis enveloping the posed pet below like a needle prick.

  As his pupils constricted, he unhesitatingly ignored the punishment he might face afterward, defying his master's order to remain still, and leaped to the right, evading at high speed.

  However, the bright blue light that suddenly exploded and rushed towards him seemed to anticipate his dodge, striking his chest at the moment he overlapped with another pet.

  The light wrapped around him with high temperature, causing his blessed body to char instantly and then further vaporize.

  Yet, because the temperature of the plasma was too high, this pet's nerves had already been burned before she could feel the pain, granting her a merciful death...

  But the pet behind her was different; the subsequent explosion not only purified the first pet's upper body but also engulfed the second pet.

  The plasma burned through her eyes and further drilled into her brain from this fragile point, but this was not immediately fatal for her.

  Instead, the sudden pain granted her more blessings, allowing her to clearly feel the process of her insides being destroyed by high temperatures, her life slipping away bit by bit.

  Seeing that everyone lacked experience, Zhang Ge simply said while firing:

  "Why don't we burn this place to ashes and leave the rest to the Emperor's judgment?"

  Sister Amelia had already rushed out the moment Zhang Ge made his move. She wielded her double-handed sword with one hand, swiftly darting past the rows of seats, her toes precisely landing on the backs of the chairs, causing no more pain to the emaciated figures.

  In the blink of an eye, she confronted the remaining two pets. Their combined attack was forcibly torn apart by the immense momentum she gained from her inertia.

  Although she held the sword with only one hand, after breaking through their force, she suddenly stopped in front of the two pets, and the next swing of her hand moved even faster than when she was on the ground.

  Under the rigidity caused by the first powerful strike, the sword light flashed, and with one encounter, the right hand of one pet was severed.

  But the clash was far from over. Amidst the red glow, the increasingly frenzied assaults of the two pets intertwined with Sister Amelia's form, the sounds of clashing blades ringing incessantly.

  In this attack, which was difficult for ordinary people to even react to, the nun remained calm to the point of indifference, expressionless as she countered, her sword slicing and hacking without any defense.

  Using one hand and the strength of her body to guide the double-handed sword, and relying on the greater mass of the sword compared to the pets, she responded with precise attacks to intercept their strikes, managing to hold her ground against two opponents and even subtly suppress them.

  The focus returns to the remaining four individuals, who are not assisting the nun not out of unwillingness, but because they are facing a greater trouble at the moment.

  The mayor, seeing Zhang Ge recklessly destroy the carefully planned atmosphere he had created, and having already killed two of his favored concubines with a blast of plasma, was so enraged that he no longer cared about maintaining any semblance of decorum.

  He transformed his arms into twisted, curved blades and tore through the luxurious wooden panels at the back of the stage, revealing his true form.

  "False emperor's lackeys, I will use your suffering to honor the true god!"

  His massive, corpulent body, now a purplish hue, was supported by six legs that had morphed into long, curved, blade-like arms, and a handsome face that hung upon this grotesque body.

  The words came directly from the mouth on that face.

  Using all six legs, he charged forward, crushing the two dancers who stood in his way and countless chairs behind them, rushing towards the four.