novelraw Chapter 66: Desperate Sacrifice
Chapter 66: Desperate Sacrifice
"Oh wow, Americans really are something else! The gains from this live stream are almost comparable to the divine manifestation back in that small town!" Bai Yang exclaimed in amazement as he watched the skyrocketing profits.
Although that small town only had a few thousand people, they were all firsthand witnesses, people who had directly faced either the "demon" or the "angel." The Wish Force they provided was basically the maximum a single person could offer at one time.
As for these live stream viewers, they could only offer one-tenth or even less of their total Wish Force capacity.
After all, this was essentially a form of entertainment—not many people would take it seriously.
In this era of entertainment to death, who would genuinely believe these things?
Scripts and stories were the norm.
But Bai Yang made a surprising discovery: although most people weren't serious, there really was a portion of the audience who believed it, and believed it deeply!
Because only that level of belief could generate Wish Force substantial enough to be measured.
"Your Grace, over 80% of this nation's population are followers of the faith, so when they see a Knight of God, they're more inclined to believe it!" Alvin explained.
Bai Yang nodded slightly. "Then how could we possibly disappoint them? This time, let's test the waters and use this island to proclaim the existence of Hell!"This time, he was going to pull off something massive, to make certain people who still harbored blasphemous thoughts and desires calm down!
At the same time, it would also provide some soul nourishment for the "Nexus" by his side. This move achieved three goals at once—a complete victory!
Bai Yang clapped his hands, making the seemingly invisible "Nexus" beside him step forward, walking straight into Rikers Island.
The hooded "Nexus," crafted with a full twenty points of Divine Power, would orchestrate the climax of this event!
...
Meanwhile, inside Rikers Island Prison, Jeff on the rooftop carefully hid behind the parapet, peering at the scene unfolding before him!
"My God, I swear on my grandmother's soul, this is the most thrilling moment of my life!" Jeff whispered, watching the spectacle and feeling like his entire life up to this point had been wasted!
A knight and a demon, battling amidst a hail of gunfire!
Their simple collisions produced metallic clangs, and a casual wave of their hands caused the incredibly sturdy prison walls to crumble.
The bullets fired by the corrections officers struck the demon's body without causing even the slightest ripple, yet the demon's counterattack hurled an armored vehicle clear out of the prison, sending it crashing into the nearby East River!
"SPLASH!" The enormous splash was so loud that even LaGuardia Airport next door directed searchlights over to investigate.
The section of prison wall destroyed in the process became the only physical evidence of this incredible feat.
But this didn't mean Remus held the advantage. On the contrary, he hadn't achieved better results and instead felt physical pain and exhaustion under the assault of armored vehicles and machine guns.
Superhumans weren't truly invincible, and Remus had learned this back when he was attacked by the sniper rifle.
So while fighting the "knight" before him, Remus always kept himself positioned facing the corrections officers to prevent them from attacking him from behind.
If it were just these humans, he would make them understand a demon's cruelty, but with a "knight" blocking his path, he could only endure their bullets!
The corrections officers reacted decisively. Once they realized the knight was likely their ally, they immediately opened fire on the demon!
In their culture and legends, demons were undoubtedly utterly evil beings, and the recent death of the warden perfectly proved this point.
Although many people with a conscience felt this demon gentleman had actually done the right thing—those who created crises, seized soldiers' benefits, even deliberately caused casualties for profit absolutely deserved to be called "scum."
But as humans, they strongly identified with their own kind, especially when led by a "messenger of God" to fight this demon from Hell—they felt zero psychological burden.
Therefore, under their coordinated efforts, a torrent of bullets poured toward Remus.
His demon form blocked most of the bullets, bringing waves of pain, though none pierced his skin.
Remus frowned, sensing something ominous—this constant attack gave him no time to rest or catch his breath!
This might seem like a minor issue, but while he couldn't rest, Leon was resting and recovering his strength nearby.
This made Remus somewhat concerned. He waved his hand, and terrifying flames surged up, attempting to block the bullets.
But at that very moment, Leon, transformed into the knight, charged forward again!
The two collided once more, and what was originally an evenly matched battle was broken by this slight imbalance!
"BOOM!" Remus was smashed to the ground by Leon, eliciting cheers from the crowd!
This time, light had conquered darkness, justice had triumphed over evil!
"Now this script makes sense!"
"Where did Jeff find these special effects actors? So cool!"
"I don't care, I don't care, this demon is the cool one! How much for the costume? I'll buy it!"
People in the live chat were still shouting, while many others urged Jeff to go down and check out the performance up close—it looked so realistic!
But Jeff himself just lay trembling against the wall: "Holy shit! Good thing they won. If the demon had won, would I have become just another sacrifice number on some parchment?"
He thought about certain movie scenarios that felt incredibly similar to the current situation. If the demon had won, wouldn't they sacrifice everyone here and summon more demons?
Coincidentally, Remus was thinking the same thing.
But as a demon, his thoughts were clearly more extreme.
After being pinned down by the knight of light, a look of despair appeared on Remus's face.
This powerful knight seemed to have found a way to defeat him—the spear of light pierced through his body, creating wound after wound!
He tried to stand up, but under the storm of bullets, he lost strength in his limbs.
He wanted to transform into the Mist Wolf, but the light spear lodged in his body disrupted his power release, preventing his escape.
In battles of this level, even a small mistake could cost him his life!
"Am I going to die now?" Remus gazed at the knight before him, feeling the tearing pain throughout his body, quietly asking himself.
At this moment, Remus thought of his wife who had signed away all his assets—she had visited him in the hospital once, leaving behind a contemptuous glance before walking away;
He thought of the indifferent people he encountered while seeking help—they showed no respect for him as a veteran, only disgust and rejection;
He also thought of those truly responsible for his current state—the greedy employees at the Department of Veterans Affairs, the capitalists at the insurance companies, and people like Anger Boda who sold out soldiers' interests for money!
"No, I can't die!" Remus shook his head fiercely. His mission wasn't complete yet—how could he die so easily? "I still need to punish those people! I need revenge!"
"I am the blade hanging over their heads! I am Baphomet's messenger! I am the inheritor of demonic power!"
This terrifying desire surged through his body, and the black flames that erupted sent Leon, who had been pinning him down, flying backward.
"I can't die here... I haven't made those people receive their deserved punishment! I haven't made that bitch regret ever being born into this world! I haven't made this nation regret what they did to me!"
"They will regret not treating me properly! They will regret not being kind to me!"
"I want them to regret it for life! I want these people to live in fear!"
Remus shouted these words, as if speaking to someone else, yet also as if just talking to himself.
"What's he mumbling about?" The corrections officers heard him speaking but couldn't make out the words clearly, so they opened fire again. "Bury him! Quickly!"
The torrent of bullets completely engulfed Remus, but this time, he didn't resist or fight back.
Instead, the demon spread his arms and wings, welcoming the barrage of bullets, kneeling in the square as he uttered his invocation.
It was a resonant voice that everyone present could hear clearly:
"Baphomet! I call upon your true name from the abyss!
Please tear aside the veil of reality and heed the vow of the dishonored—
Grant me eyes that pierce the underworld,
To see the maggots writhing beneath human skin!
Grant me the Wordless Fire that burns away hypocrisy,
Turning thieves' bones and blood into silent ashes!
Let those who plunder veterans' flesh and blood
Witness their own disintegration in silence;
Let those authorities that feed on lies
Wail eternally in your judgment fire!
Today I offer betrayers' souls as lamp oil,
May the abyssal flames consume this filthy nation—
Leaving only the undying echo of contracts and iron blood!"
After he finished speaking, the world that had been faintly lit suddenly grew much darker—a genuine, indescribable darkness!
And the bullets that had been firing toward him suddenly stopped mid-air, as if hitting an invisible barrier, then clattered to the ground.
Beneath him, an inverted pentagram composed of black flames and red light slowly began to take shape!
A voice that seemed to have fallen straight from the depths of hell echoed in the ears of everyone present: "Contract, fulfilled!"
For some reason, Leon, gripping his spear of light, couldn't shake the feeling that some gaze was fixed upon him, lingering and unyielding...