Chapter 82: Lucky Relief (8)
“Ahhhh! You… you’re lying! You promised you’d let us go!” The surviving student trembled as he watched his companion turn into a plaster figure under Berlin’s hands, raising his gun toward Berlin.
“When did you ever think you could trust the words of a devil? Truly foolish and naive children… but it’s precisely such pure souls that taste the most delicious…” Berlin pressed a hand to his cheek, wearing a rapt expression. Through his crimson eyes peeking from between his fingers, he greedily stared at the boy before him, his gaze so viscous it seemed ready to swallow him whole, devour him entirely.
“Ahhhh!” The boy screamed, firing wildly at Berlin until his bullets ran out, leaving the gun empty.
He turned to flee, dropping the gun, but soon his lifted legs stiffened. White plaster rose from the soles of his feet, quickly covering his body. Maintaining the posture of running, in an instant, he too became a plaster figure with indistinct features.
“Thank you for your help. I will eat you with gratitude… ugh—pff!”
Berlin’s words were cut short as a crossbow bolt pierced his body from below.
Spitting blood, he lowered his head in disbelief, looking down at his chest.
The arrow, made of silver and as thick as a finger, had a sharp barbed tip. It shot from behind, piercing through his heart and chest.
From the tip to the shaft, the arrow was intricately engraved with Latin verses from the Bible. As the language closest to the time of Jesus, Latin itself held a special power capable of directly affecting demons. Clearly, the craftsman who carved the scripture was no ordinary artisan.