Blood splattered, and Kazuma felt pain in his body; a person can never truly get used to pain.
But he still forcefully swung the knife in his hand at the person opposite him.
Although Keli had reminded him to attack the heart, when he actually did so, his brain was filled with the sensation of striking a humanoid for the first time with the weapon in his hand.
Friends who kill often know that unless one's mind is completely filled with anger, the most important thing when killing for the first time is to suppress one's inner resistance and pick up a weapon to strike at the thing in front of them that feels completely impossible to attack.
Killing is actually a very simple thing; if the other party is unprepared, a six-year-old child with a knife can easily kill an adult; all it takes is the courage to pierce.
It doesn't even require a weapon; if two adults truly fight to the death with all their might, the time it takes for one of them to be killed will not exceed 10 minutes.
White particles floated out, and Kazuma, with trembling hands, completed his growth.
There was no time for Keli to play out some humorous growth arc with Kazuma; Keli had never had such a problem from the beginning.
What? Can't lay a hand on people?
Then I'll just treat them all as livestock!
Facing the people who rushed at him, Keli thrust and poked his steel fork back and forth, forcing them back or injuring them.
Even if they wouldn't die, not everyone had the courage to withstand the penetration of that thing with their body.
In addition, due to the narrow space, the villagers who rushed into the house actually felt that they couldn't do anything about Keli for a moment, and they crowded at the doorway.
Moreover, as the burning continued, the smoke content in the house became higher and higher, making it very uncomfortable even for Living Corpses in such an environment.
However, just because they couldn't do anything about Keli didn't mean Keli would stand there and maintain the stalemate with them.
Keli had painstakingly tracked and located them all the way from Tokyo; he wasn't here to put himself in danger or to sightsee.
His original plan was to draw the attention of the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department here with him, letting the law judge these things.
But now, he was here to send these bastards, whom even the law couldn't touch, to hell.
If he had the chance, he wouldn't let go of those who were supposed to uphold the law either.
Since they weren't coming, Keli would go on the offensive against them.
Keli raised his steel fork, pushed off with his legs, and lunged forward.
Seeing Keli still daring to advance.
At the same time, he thrust his steel fork forward, but the expected counterattack did not occur.
Discovering that Keli had stepped over the corpse on the ground and was charging at them, these people, who had only been symbolically swinging their weapons, actually began to retreat.
This retreat made Keli feel particularly strange.
If it were an ordinary person whose loved one died by his hand, then they should be fighting for their lives no matter what.
Regardless of whether they were good people or bad people, humans always had a bottom line that they could never touch, and Living Corpses, retaining all of a person's original memories and consciousness, should be the same.
However, sometimes things are complicated; these villagers who became Living Corpses had actually made a choice in their hearts at a certain moment.
After all, the purpose of becoming a Living Corpse was immortality and freedom from conventional illnesses, and in most families in this village, only one person had a spot.
Perhaps they themselves never realized what kind of choice they made when they chose to become a Living Corpse, but that's how people are: once they've given up on something, it's not so difficult to give up again.
People are also like this: if they were social animals who were constantly under high pressure at work and full of resentment, they would definitely explode at the slightest provocation, thinking that living for a few decades less was meaningless anyway.
But when they believed they were supposed to live for hundreds or thousands of years, or even until the end of the world, and be very wealthy, that kind of courage disappeared from them.
Thus, a bizarre scene unfolded: after Keli killed one Living Corpse and Kazuma, despite being seriously injured, also killed one, these things, who had originally been filled with righteous indignation, began to flee.
They even kept yelling curses like "kuzu! (trash!)" "kasu! (scum!)" and "Baka!" in Japanese, which was extremely limited when disconnected from the internet, and some kept shaking their weapons and making incomprehensible strange roars and shouts.
But as Keli advanced, they kept retreating with their chaotic footsteps, eventually even retreating out of the house.
Keli was so amused by these guys he almost laughed.
Where's the Kamikaze? Where's the Gyokusai? Where's the cherry blossom spirit? Aren't you Japanese? Save yourselves with Bushido spirit!
This irreconcilable hatred, after just one fight, you've transformed from fierce village scoundrels into softies, haven't you?
This isn't the Undead Settlement, the Crucifixion Woods, or Yharnam; it's a bakery, isn't it?
Outside, a crowd gathered at the burning mansion's entrance; the closer villagers were all here, a few still trying to fetch water and capture the Goto family, while more were tending to the injured from Keli's earlier reckless driving.
They thought they had finally taken down that hateful guy.
After only one bite, the person wouldn't be transformed into a Living Corpse that quickly.
Jingxin, who had been rescued by villagers and immediately sucked blood to regain his human form, was leaning on someone and standing at the very front, asking about the situation as soon as he saw them.
"How is it?"
But the few who emerged were somewhat hesitant.
"Old Shimizu and the second son of the Sato family are dead."
Hearing the other person speak, Jingxin frowned deeply; he had felt something was off earlier, sensing that Shimura Danzo was a werewolf.
So he waved his hand.
"Kikukawa, you few come over; that guy might have become a Living Corpse."
A few people behind him understood and came forward.
They were different from these villagers; these few were not Living Corpses, but young people from the village responsible for transporting goods.
Now was not the time to investigate who in the village violated regulations by eating people or the incompetence of these people.
Jingxin looked at the sky; after a night of commotion, it was now almost two o'clock.
Werewolves were not afraid of sunlight, but Living Corpses were, and sometimes in spring, the sun came out at four o'clock.
Aside from the Living Corpses, these ordinary villagers simply couldn't stop a werewolf during the day.
Jingxin himself was not a master of combat, nor did he have the confidence to stop that madman after losing the numerical advantage.
The battle had to end quickly now.
The young men dressed like yakuza consciously took out a handgun and handed it to Jingxin; they were the ones who had shot at the truck earlier, as rifles were something they couldn't even get with their current scale.
"Bear with it, you guys, just follow me in, find him, and don't hold back."
After receiving their affirmative replies, Jingxin nodded and led the way into the hole created by the crashed vehicle.
He wanted to personally ensure the opponent couldn't get close, then have these people shoot and kill that guy directly.
Werewolf mutations were extremely rare; if it weren't for this reason, he wouldn't have been left alive until today.
Even in the entire village, including other beneficiaries, there were only two besides him.
But no matter how rare, Jingxin had to account to the richest man, Yamada, for today's losses and the trouble caused, and he certainly couldn't let Keli rampage and then escape.
Even if Yamada had listened to him and been more restrained, this kind of thing probably wouldn't have happened, but he still had to suppress his impatience and do this, which also made Jingxin a bit frustrated.
Even a werewolf couldn't instantly recover from taking bullets.
Jingxin disengaged the safety, raised his handgun, and began to look around, his face maintaining its usual indifferent expression.
"Tonight's farce should end now."
And just like that, the lives of the minor yakuza were ruined by Jingxin. 2