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"Tear them apart" may sound like a hypothetical command, often used in a rallying cry with great momentum, at least for ordinary people.

But perhaps there was some tacit understanding among the killer devils, Jack did not merely take this as a call to battle. He understood what Shiller intended to express, which was to literally "tear them apart".

When dealing with a monster with self-healing abilities, the best method is not to pierce but to cut, as no self-healing power could indefinitely restore limbs. Taken to the extreme, self-healing ability can't save mincemeat.

"Swish! Swish! Swish!"

With each swing of his curved knife, Jack's blade shone like a new moon hung in the sky. As a few moons rippled around him, they enveloped him like petals, unfolding outward bit by bit.

The first jackal beast to come in contact with the blade had its neck, thorax, abdomen, and right thigh slashed. Its fur and muscles failed to deflect the attack, and its bones did not halt the curved knife. The blade of the Moonlight murderer passed through as if slicing through a partially melted block of butter.

When Jack's silhouette flickered to the rear of the beast, in the moonlight, the monster collapsed behind him, like a tower of blocks erected by a child.

Purple lights flickered on the cross-sections of the disintegrated body parts, an awkward manifestation of the self-healing ability. The chunks that Jack had sliced off were all relatively the same size, making it practically impossible to regenerate the monster no matter which chunk was used. At a bare minimum, 90% of its body would have to be recreated from scratch.

After flickering a few times, the purple light disappeared as if the battery was drained. The bloody remnants turned into black water, seeping away into the cracks in the ground.

Having kept an eye on the scene, Shiller turned his head back. Arthur also withdrew his gaze, the two looked at each other simultaneously, and in that instant, Arthur realized what Shiller intended to do.

The gruesome image of the dismembered monster flashed in his mind. Arthur wished he was a faithful believer who could use faith as his last psychological line of defense, but he wasn't.

Alternatively, even for a fanatic believer, they would still feel terrified when they witness that even God, possessing an immense power, cannot save everything.

Seeing the moon symbol on Mark's chest, Arthur gritted his teeth and said :"Khonsu...Khonsu...you hypocritical thief, look at what you've done!"

"You've created two sinners! Incurable murderers..." Arthur did not realize himself, but there was a trembling tone in his voice.

At that moment, he noticed Shiller, holding the umbrella knife, was slowly approaching him.

In sharp contrast to his speed during the ambush, Shiller started to take deliberate steps. The reflection of his leather shoes and tidy trouser cuffs was clear in the puddles on the ground, left behind by the disintegrated monsters.

The tip of the blade dragged across the ground, and the moonlight gradually moved up from the ground, turning his dark suit silver.

When the umbrella knife was raised vertically in front of Shiller, one side of the blade reflected Shiller's face covered by the iron mask, the other side reflected Arthur's expression of despair.

The two were now within reach of each other, with only an umbrella in between. This drawn-out approach process completely destroyed Arthur's psychological defense. He fell, trembled, and started screaming.

Arthur was a doctor and a cultist, also a Pope of the heresy, but to natural-born murderers, everyone except their own kind are prey, vulnerable victims.

Stalk the target, repeatedly test, find the weak point.

Hurt, torment, press, until the victim succumbs to fear, collapses, and loses their humanity.

Turn them from humans into beasts that can only howl and cry, whose only instinct is to avoid, with fear as their only remaining emotion.

Natural-born sadists derive unparalleled pleasure from this process. That is the essential fuel for their existence in this world.

Arthur weakly raised his cane to block the incoming blade, but that face only revealing the brows and eyes through the mask, radiated a cruelty and indifference completely unrelated to humans, which were sharper than any weapon. It shattered Arthur's will. After his mental defenses are shattered, any physical resistance is futile.

Shiller rotated the umbrella, the umbrella handle was aimed at Arthur, the sound of metal striking metal rang out harshly, like drum beats announcing the beginning of a drama, the quick, consecutive drumming sounded like the death knell—

With a "Bang!", the cane was knocked away, a light "splash" as the cane fell into the muddy water.

Arthur fell to the ground. The water splashed high, reflecting Shiller's terrifying figure as he slowly raised the umbrella knife.

Suddenly, Khonsu appeared next to Shiller, he said, "He was once my believer, let him go..."

Unexpectedly, Shiller actually stopped. But soon Khonsu realized that Shiller didn't stop because of his order. It was because Arthur, lying on the ground, had the shape of a crocodile's head beginning to flicker on his face.

"Move out of the way, Amit is about to arrive." Khonsu warned.

Shiller swiftly retreated, accompanied by a roar filled with primitive wildness, another huge figure appeared behind Arthur.