Although the mayor, who had almost turned into a monster, appeared to be stout, his speed was anything but slow. In the blink of an eye, the political commissar shouted:

  “Big Mouth!”

  Ogrelin, known as Big Mouth, reacted to the call.

  The sound of his armor plates clashing mixed with the dull thud of the monster's footsteps hitting the ground. He slightly rotated his arm,

  leaned forward, and pressed his feet against the steps behind him, firmly angling his shield against the passageway, forming an inverted V with his massive body to block the opponent's charge.

  At that moment, Zhang Ge's second plasma shot had already whizzed past Big Mouth, aimed at the mayor's face.

  This was his first failure in what had been a series of successful shots.

  The mayor displayed an exceptionally high reaction speed—rather than following the conventional method, he directly judged the shooting point based on the extremely brief energy accumulation before the plasma shot left the gun's muzzle, tilting his head back to evade, watching the plasma streak past him.

  However, the situation was not too dire; the opponent's momentary loss of vision was undoubtedly an excellent shooting opportunity.

  At the same time Zhang Ge pulled the trigger, Pastor Ryder's gun erupted with a searing molten beam, slicing through the heated air in that instant.

  Unexpectedly, this seemingly assured strike also failed.

  The mayor, appearing to lose his composure, had actually deduced the shooting characteristics from the previous two shots. Ryder's attack was a normal response to pulling the trigger and did not require him to evade with his vision.

  Based on the direction of Ryder's attack he had seen earlier, the mayor suddenly swung his arm while losing sight, causing the glimmering curved blade to collide precisely with the molten beam.

  The surging energy of the subspace, a force not belonging to the real universe, manifested at that moment.

  The high temperature, which should have been enough to melt tank armor, left only a bowl-sized dent on the blade under the influence of the subspace power that could even alter physical laws, without causing any harm to the mayor himself.

  A hint of mockery seemed to hang on his turned face, but the onlookers had no time to ponder the meaning behind that mockery. The mayor's massive body collided directly with Big Mouth, as if two war chariots had crashed together, the thunderous roar echoing between them like heavy artillery hitting the ground.

  Under such immense force, Big Mouth's ceramic steel shield was deformed. His eyes were bloodshot, and his thick arms bled from ruptured capillaries, while the feet he used for support emitted crisp sounds of cracking bones.

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  In contrast, the opponent's frenzied charge came to a halt at that moment. Big Mouth had successfully intercepted the charging opponent right in front of him; the mayor had misjudged Big Mouth's strength in their first encounter.

  While trying to pull himself as much as possible within the protective range of his shield, Big Mouth delivered a heavy blow to one of the mayor's front legs, causing the massive body to topple to one side due to the imbalance from the broken leg.

  At the same time, the mayor's fierce thrust had already landed on Big Mouth.

  The curved blade pierced through the shield and heavy armor as easily as puncturing a thin sheet of paper, directly stabbing through Ogrelin's side.

  After stabilizing his balance by bracing the other blade against the seat, he became truly enraged, raising his remaining front leg, intending to stab the heart of this lowly subhuman who dared to harm him.

  This surge of uncontrolled emotion made him momentarily overlook the details of the battle.

  At this moment, the political commissar had already approached his side, holding a molten bomb.

  The deadly projectile forced the mayor to temporarily divert his attention, lifting one foot to hook the tip into the handle of the incoming bomb and flinging it away.

  At that instant, the cross that had been shimmering with light was grasped by Zhang Ge, who hurled it downwards towards the subspace abomination.

  As his body was enveloped in light, a sizzling sound akin to roasting meat filled the air, but what truly sealed the mayor's fate was the plasma light and molten beam that followed closely behind the glow.

  The molten beam struck his chest, instantly tearing open a large gash in his torso, which had lost the protective power of subspace distortion, while the plasma sphere accurately hit the connection point between the curved blade and his body.

  With one arm severed, panting heavily, Ogrelin swung down again amidst the distant explosion of the molten bomb, striking the mayor's head, causing what should have been a precise thrust into the heart to merely pierce his chest.

  The third plasma shot that followed became the concluding chapter of the battle, the brilliant blue light evaporating and shredding his oddly combined head.

  His decaying body twitched and struggled as if it still wanted to do something, but the blessing of the dark god was ultimately insufficient to allow him to continue fighting after losing his head.

  As the two pet mistresses' masters fell, Sister Amelia seized the moment of their unsteady minds and removed their heads.

  Amidst the still echoing "applause," the mayor and his four concubines took their final bow. However, for the five members of the execution squad, this was not the end. The cultists outside would not spontaneously disperse just because the mayor was dead.

  Therefore, retracing their steps was no longer an option; they could only continue forward in search of another way out.

  They retrieved the cross and gathered the bodies of the four concubines and the mayor together, pouring Sister Amelia's fuel over them and igniting it to prevent the cultists from using these corpses for rituals. As the flames, fueled by the wooden materials of the "theater" and other combustibles, grew larger, the five made their way to the spot where the mayor had broken through.

  It was a wide corridor, perhaps kept relatively clean due to the mayor's not yet fully altered aesthetic.

  There were no traces of evil to be seen, and it retained a resplendent appearance, with numerous artifacts and paintings displayed along both sides of the corridor.

  At the end of this corridor was an elevator large enough to accommodate the mayor's previously massive frame.

  Just as everyone was about to move toward it, the adrenaline-fueled Big Mouth suddenly collapsed to the ground.

  Despite having received emergency medical attention, the current conditions could only keep him barely alive; he was far from being able to move on his own.

  Big Mouth removed his helmet, coughed up blood, and looked up at the political officer, slowly shaking his head.

  After a brief silence, he received a response from the latter:

  "Big Mouth, stay here."

  Ogrelin nodded, revealing a simple smile, and leaned his body against the wall on one side.

  This was Zhang Ge's first and last time seeing that expression.