CHAPTER 226: BECAUSE AT THE VERY LEAST… I CAN’T KILL PEOPLE, RIGHT?

At that moment.

Everyone present revealed expressions of shock and terror, all trembling as they watched the bullet that erupted from the gun barrel.

It ignored the constraints of the Magic Circle.

It ignored the suppression of the holy chalice.

It brushed past the radiance of the holy chalice.

And heavily shot into Raven's chest.

His pupils suddenly dilated, crimson blood splattering from his chest, staining the holy chalice suspended before him.

Amid the roars of everyone, Raven's body flew backward heavily, the sound of countless chaotic winds whistling in his ears.

"Mr. Raven!!"

The holy chalice fell heavily to the ground.

The surging Holy Light also extinguished in that instant.

And having lost the Holy Light's empowerment, the Twelve-Winged Holy Angel pendant finally exploded with a bang.

Bang—

Gunshots rang out one after another.

Lynn stepped forward wildly, roaring as he continuously pulled the trigger toward Raven.

"Shut up!"

"Shut up!!"

He kept firing, each bullet blooming into a spray of blood flowers on Raven's chest.

Everything seemed to fall silent at that moment.

Yet it appeared no one could restrain his furious rage.

Crimson tentacles suddenly burst forth.

Raven's body was violently yanked toward him, he twisted and abruptly aimed the gun barrel at Raven's head, snarling:

"I want you dead!!"

"Brain!!" Zuo Zuo screamed almost hysterically.

Because she knew!

She knew!

If he really killed someone!

Then he would lose all chance of redemption, completely deviating from the principles he upheld in his heart.

Because... because...

That young man from the Bloodsaw Potion Shop would absolutely never indiscriminately kill innocent people!!

Click—

But at that moment.

Lynn still pulled the trigger.

Bang—

A gunshot sounded.

One could clearly see the thick smoke exploding from the gun barrel, see the instant that demon-hunting bullet flew out of the muzzle.

Everything seemed so vivid.

Even Raven's pupils reflected the approaching bullet.

The bullet that would take his life.

In the distance were the figures of the Executor and Black Skull charging over with roars, all around were the pale-faced residents, but he had no strength left. ṘÃƝỒ𝔟È𝙎

The holy chalice had drained all his power.

He...

Was powerless...

Bang—

The gunshot rang out.

...

On the distant mountain peak.

The Black and White Clown sitting on the Pig-Headed Butcher's shoulder revealed a cruel smile, saying:

"Ah—Pig Head—you failed—this shot—not only took that Night Doctor's life—but also crossed his bottom line—"

"He finally—hehehehe—couldn't resist my curse after all—"

As he spoke, he jumped down from the Pig-Headed Butcher's shoulder, poked his red nose, and walked down the mountain with a sinister laugh.

But before he took two steps, the Pig-Headed Butcher's indifferent voice came from behind.

"Don't you plan to keep watching a bit longer?"

The Black and White Clown let out a sinister laugh, turning his head: "What else is there to see—witness the birth of a new clown?"

The Pig-Headed Butcher said indifferently: "Perhaps it didn't go as you expected."

The Black and White Clown's gaze suddenly sharpened.

The next moment, he whirled around, looking toward that direction.

...

Silent Town.

The entire square was deathly silent.

On the ground, Raven's eyes stared blankly, reflecting the face of the young man before him.

Beside his ear on the ground.

A bullet was embedded there.

He could even smell the thick smoke from the gun barrel, and had even prepared for death.

But no...

That bullet didn't land between his eyebrows, but beside his ear.

Zuo Zuo trembled as she watched this scene.

She finally raised her hand, looking at Lynn's face.

She saw an unusually calm expression.

Saw the familiar gaze revealed in those eyes.

It was as if...

"No! No! Wrong!"

A ferocious clown's face suddenly appeared on his cheek, he violently controlled the hand holding the gun, trembling as he aimed it at Raven's forehead once more.

But this time.

No matter how hard he tried.

The finger on the trigger couldn't pull it.

"How could you... how could you!!"

That clown face trembled wildly, a huge unease sweeping through his heart.

And right at the next moment.

He trembled as he watched.

The hand holding the revolver slowly raised, then under his trembling gaze, pressed against his own chest.

In an instant.

The entire sky became so tranquil.

"Have you had enough fun?"

A voice sounded.

And at that very moment.

That finger pulled the trigger.

Bang—

A gunshot sounded.

The bullet instantly pierced through from his back, and a dark outline suddenly appeared, as if connected by fibers, clearly visible after that shot.

Bang—

Second shot!

Bang—

Third shot!

With each trigger pull, a dark, screaming clown shadow could be seen being forcibly peeled away.

And at the moment the fourth shot rang out.

That screaming black shadow, after constantly flickering, was almost completely stripped away, leaving only black veins still connected to his body.

And at that moment.

Lynn calmly extended his hand, a broken spear instantly appearing in his grasp.

He abruptly turned.

Just as the shadow was about to return to his body, he stabbed the spear into its chest, pinning it to the ground.

Crackle—

Rolling currents accompanied by surges of Holy Power climbed over the shadow, making it emit sharp, mournful screams.

"Impossible! Impossible! I clearly! I clearly almost replaced you!"

The clown shadow stared fearfully at the calm-faced Lynn, never expecting that he actually... actually...

From under the shadow covering his forehead, came Lynn's low voice.

"I just can't kill people, right..."

The clown shadow trembled as it looked at him.

"You're a magnified reflection from my heart, so you should understand..."

Lynn slowly opened his calm eyes.

The revolver in his hand slowly aimed between its eyebrows, rolling mental energy gradually condensing into a bullet within the revolver.

The halo emitted by the Curse Purge ability gathered swirling on his revolver.

"No matter how cruel I, Lynn, am... I would absolutely never indiscriminately kill innocent people..."

"I won't let go of anyone I consider bad, but I also won't kill everyone who means well for me."

"Just from this point..."

"You can't replace me."

The clown shadow trembled as it watched the figure calmly gazing at him, watching his eyes gradually fill with white light.

It suddenly let out a mad roar, wildly surging toward Lynn's body.

"No!"

Bang—

Lynn calmly pulled the trigger.

Thick black smoke drifted from the gun barrel.

That bullet struck right between the clown's eyebrows.

A wild wind swept through.

The entire square fell into stillness.

The clown shadow stared vacantly at Lynn, its dark outline gradually being erased by the dazzling white light, bit by bit dissipating.

[Ding! You have recorded the curse: Crying Clown (Disordered)]

[Ding! You have completed the special hidden quest: Self, you have obtained quest rewards: Mental Energy permanently increased by 10%, Soul Strength permanently increased by 10%, special legendary reward: Clown's Mask]

[Clown's Mask]

[Type]: Cursed Object

[Ability]: Greatly increases Agility and Dexterity

[Introduction]: You can never see whether the face behind the clown mask is smiling or crying, and you can never see whether the heart beneath the mask is good or evil, but when you put on the mask, you become the grinning clown on stage.

[Special]: Can be upgraded

Lynn calmly put away his gun.

He turned, looked at Raven lying on the ground, extended his hand toward him, and said calmly:

"Thank you, you are worthy of the name Night Doctor."

Raven clutched the ferocious wound on his chest, coughing hard, panting:

"You actually broke free on your own... from that curse?"

Lynn stood there calmly, the wild wind whistling through the desolate scene.

This curse had come so suddenly.

And by the time he truly realized the influence of the Crying Clown, the curse had already rapidly affected his perception.

Even this influence.

Was faster and more violent than he had imagined.

During that period.

He once truly believed that was himself, just as those who are deranged never think they're deranged.

He had truly... gone mad.

"If he hadn't crossed my bottom line, I probably wouldn't have realized my own abnormality either."

Lynn took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and said with relief:

"Because at the very least... I can't kill people, right."

The people around stared blankly at this young man, as if everything had been like a bizarre dream.

A gentle breeze swept through.

Everyone gazed at the shattered, withered flesh and blood spreading across the entire square, looked at the holy chalice on the ground, lost in thought.

Only faintly, it seemed some sound was heard, yet ethereal as if unnoticed.

[Ding! Your Recovery Degree: 3%]