The world has turned into Hell's Game, why should I stay human? Chapter 301 - 294 This level of perversion would be consider

Facing the Helt Man, who seed crazed, the Charred Orc was montarily stunned.

Within its limited brain capacity, it had never encountered such an enemy before and naturally didn’t know how to respond.

So, it made an instinctual choice.

The Charred Orc sprung to the side on all fours, dodging the Helt Man’s lunge.

Then, the two of them began circling the city gate entrance like a ga of eagle catching chicks, round and round.

"Can soone tell what they are doing?"

Liu Zheng said with a deadpan expression.

Lao Dou looked pretty mysterious and cool inside the Church. How did he turn into a fool the mont he stepped outside?

So the face under the helt is actually that of a Husky, huh?

"No idea. It runs, he chases. Can’t it fly away?"

Xia Kai said, holding back laughter.

"Alright, stop with the s. I know you’re a northerner from the internet, kid."

Liu Zheng glared at him.

"Hehe."

Xia Kai scratched his head sheepishly.

"Lao Dou, stop playing around and finish it off. Let’s move on to the next one."

Liu Zheng shouted at the Helt Man.

The Helt Man, who was chasing happily, slamd on the brakes upon hearing this, and the Charred Orc, who was fleeing joyously, also dug its claws into the ground and halted its movent.

It even turned its head to look at the Helt Man, seemingly puzzled as to why he had stopped chasing.

The Helt Man actually wanted to continue playing, but he was more worried that Liu Zheng would not take him to find the Twisted Saint.

So, after a mont of thought, he lifted his hand and rapidly tapped the thumbtacks on his shoulder, so fast that the other Hunters could only see a blur.

With each thumbtack hamred in, the Helt Man trembled, clearly showing that this pain wasn’t easy for him either.

But as each thumbtack embedded into his body, a certain part below him gradually started to bulge.

After he finished hamring all the thumbtacks in his upper body, his flag rose to nearly a right angle with the ground.

"Hiss, I now believe he really did it in front of the statue of the Twisted Saint."

Liu Zheng gasped in shock.

With this level of perversion, even in tropolis, he’d be considered quite twisted.

No doubt about it, Britannia would definitely love to have such subordinates.

"Boss, if he cos at , you’ve got to protect ."

Xia Kai said in fright.

If he wasn’t mistaken, that statue of the Twisted Saint was supposed to be a male.

"I’ll try my best."

Liu Zheng responded nonchalantly.

"That’s good, that’s good. Uh?"

Xia Kai tightened his grip.

The Helt Man, oblivious to their thoughts, felt an intense pleasure from the extre pain; the two extre sensations caused his head to swell and his soul to feel like it was splitting.

"I need to vent!"

He thought to himself, staring fixedly at the Charred Orc.

Strangely, the Charred Orc, who had always been domineering in Old Yate, felt a hint of fear.

But soon, it grew angry because of this fleeting fear.

So, it decided to end this chase ga and teach this little thing a lesson.

The Charred Orc pushed off with its hind legs, exerted its waist, and spun its slender body in place. Its right claw, aided by the montum of the spin, struck at the Helt Man’s head.

Having mutated for unknown reasons, it had also gained so intelligence and knew that hitting the Helt Man’s upper body might not be effective.

The Helt Man emitted a heavy breath, clearly audible even through the helt.

He raised his left arm, blocking the Charred Orc’s attack with just one hand.

Their claws and hand collided again, this ti neither retreated.

"Ow!"

The Charred Orc’s claw snapped off and fell to the ground.

It emitted a painful howl, and a mass of black ash was expelled from its throat, spraying onto the helt man’s helt and imdiately turning into raging flas.

The fire surged into the sky, and paired with the spire-topped helt, it resembled a torch.

Looking at the red-hot helt, everyone could imagine the horrific state of the head inside.

Having suffered such inhuman damage, the helt man finally spoke.

However, he did not cry out in anguish, but prayed calmly.

"Through pain, deed righteous; through suffering, deed faithful."

"Glory to my Lord, the Source of Suffering."

The helt man reached back and grabbed the beast claw, his formidable strength leaving the charred orc utterly unable to break free.

Then, his red cloak fluttered without any wind and wrapped around the head of the charred orc.

The helt man raised his fist and smashed it down hard.

"Bang!"

The loud sound made the onlookers tremble.

And the body of the charred orc stiffened instantly, just like a robot that had been powered off.

Of course, a body fortified with Holy Blood would not be so fragile.

After a brief period of rigidity, the charred orc twitched and its body regained vitality, struggling even more fiercely than before.

But the helt man was unmoved and raised his fist to smash down again.

Once, twice, thrice...

After smashing more than twenty tis, the charred orc finally ceased to struggle.

The helt man lifted the Red Cloak, and the head of the charred orc inside appeared completely intact.

Because the cloak itself was one of the few remaining Holy Artifacts of the Pain Church, its function was to ensure that whatever part it covered, no matter the impact, would only cause pain, not actual damage.

Moreover, this pain was not recognized by the Lord of Suffering.

Thus, it was actually a torture device.

The helt man pulled out a long nail from his shoulder, trailing a stripe of blood.

He carefully aid the long nail at the eye socket of the charred orc, intending to achieve the result of killing it without harming the burnt skin.

Just as he was about to proceed, a series of swooshing sounds ca from behind.

The helt man lunged forward, not to dodge, but to protect the charred orc.

However, the bullets shot from behind did not target him nor the charred orc, but landed on the empty ground by his feet.

"Let it go and leave Old Yate; this is not a place for you to co."

A robust voice ca from afar.

Upon tracing the source of the voice, two n dressed in burnt hunter suits approached.

One holding a machine gun, the other carrying a double-barrelled shotgun.

"Mr. Delivery man, they are hunters from the Gunpowder Workshop."

Andrina recognized their identities imdiately.

"Oh, I was about to seek them out for negotiations, but they have co to . That’s fine, saves the ti of looking for them."

Liu Zheng waved his hand, indicating for the helt man not to execute the beast yet, and then walked towards the two hunters.

"Who are you?"

He asked, knowing full well.

"Before asking others, you’d better introduce yourself first."

The machine gun hunter said curtly.

His tone was harsh, consistent with the characteristics described by Father John.

"Alright, my na is Liu Zheng, a delivery man sent by the restaurant to procure ingredients. And that beast is the ’Ingredient’ I was sent to fetch..."

"Bullshit!"

The machine gun hunter interrupted him rudely.

"How dare you treat them as ingredients, they are people!"

He exclaid loudly.

"Sorry, they were once people."

Liu Zheng corrected his statent.