Urrr! Kill the Evil Spirit! Urrr! 4

Boom!

The Enchantment of the Fallen layer is Stalingrad!

No, it has evolved into Alicegrad!

Is it really evolution?

The place name hasn’t actually changed, but Alice felt as if memories from her past life and Theresa’s alarm were mixed together in her head.

Seeing the name change, she felt like she had to protect the world seed bank even if she starved to death, and she felt like the terrifying General Winter and the Hitler fan club would come looking for her, but fortunately, this world was full of things far more terrifying than those.

That terrifying existence also applies to false gods.

In fact, Alice calls them ‘parasitic false gods who can’t make a living without human faith,’ but from the perspective of ordinary people or Awakened who have no power to resist divinity, they are indeed terrifying beings.

Everyone has mental gaps, and beings called ancient beings dig into those gaps, expose weak inner selves, and break down those barriers.

Those whose barriers have been broken rely on the god, believe in the god, and fear the god.

When one human collapses like that, fanaticism spreads to those around them.

This is the basic system by which false gods eat faith in the Enchantment of the Fallen layer.

So the false gods here were always full.

They weren’t being purged by the Goddess Church or Ark Central like they were outside, so they were having a great time.

But suddenly, that faith was cut off.

Faith is not just about the disappearance of food, but the extinction of the foundation that makes up their existence.

Emotions including fear, awe, longing, despair, and worship suddenly disappeared, and the false gods began to panic.

No, my faith!

Thus, the gods, who usually just watched their followers go crazy and have orgies or offer human sacrifices, began to subtly intervene in the mortal world.

The foundation of their existence was shaken, but they were still gods.

They still had the power to manifest a physical body in reality for a short time with the faith they had eaten.

Thus, the false gods each went to their temples.

To be precise, they dragged their heavy asses directly to the altars or churches made by fanatics.

Normally, the believers who witnessed the god’s descent would shed tears of blood and prostrate themselves to kiss the god’s precious toes.

[No one… is here?]

But no one is there.

No sign of anyone was felt at the altar, in the temple, in the dormitories where the believers stayed, or in the surrounding area itself.

A place that had been full of blood and the smell of human flesh had turned into a desolate ruin.

[Why? It’s too sudden?]

Originally, this false god was feared by the ancient humans as the Goddess of Blood in a certain region called Grundealrun, and was equated with the god of war, including human sacrifice.

Of course, as the goddess of blood and war, her divinity was high.

Of course, her faith was extinguished as she was suppressed by civilized countries in later generations for performing human sacrifices, but in the Ark, she continued her lineage in the Enchantment of the Fallen layer.

She hadn’t forgotten her old glory, but she was now satisfied with receiving animals or babies as sacrifices and living a simple life(?), so what was this bolt from the blue?

[…Ha, I can’t help it.]

After having a certain number of believers, this Goddess of Blood did not actively propagate her faith.

She was satisfied as long as she could survive without disappearing, and even if the believers lived together harmoniously, faith would be supplied on its own.

But suddenly all those believers disappeared?

[Did a fight break out with a neighboring cult?]

If there was a possibility, it was that the believers were annihilated overnight by importing weapons of mass destruction during a war with a neighboring cult.

But if that had happened, she couldn’t have failed to notice…

Anyway, what was important to this Goddess of Blood now was survival.

Inevitably, the goddess decided to go to the city.

She would go to a place with many people and spread fanaticism again.

Spreading it too much would attract a lot of aggro, which wouldn’t be good.

This Enchantment of the Fallen layer was teeming with a huge number of imps, ancient beings, and false gods besides herself, so recklessly invading territories would only cause friction.

[Most false gods have terrible personalities and are full of madness, so let’s accept ordinary people as believers to the extent that I can eat them. Humans with families would be good. I should exclude those who worship other faiths as much as possible, but since this is the situation, it would be okay to poach one or two people from each cult.]

Moreover, the moment she entered the city, she felt strangely more energetic than before.

In the past, the moment she entered the city, the streets were full of thick blood and fanatical preachers, but now, should she say that there are many people enjoying their daily lives?

Normally, when people fall into fanaticism, the act of serving God becomes more important than their daily lives or lives, so she couldn’t see such a sight, but from the Goddess of Blood’s point of view, the city being intact was a pretty good thing.

Thus, the Goddess of Blood secretly walked around the city without being noticed by other false gods and discovered a large red square and a large crowd gathered there.

“From this point on, I will call this city Alicegrad!”

“It is natural to name it after the investor who invested in the city!”

“What you are wearing, what you are eating! All of this is a gift from the proud Übermensch Alice!”

Is it intact…?

“Waaaaah!”

“So everyone! We must show a strategically and all-out move in human history! Everyone is equal, but everyone is enthusiastic! For the sake of one circumference called humanity, we must abandon the weakness of the past! Labor Party members who do not abandon weakness mean being left behind, and those who live a life without pioneering and are complacent in it are not qualified to receive the grace of the red ideology!”

“Everyone, stand up! You too!”

No, is this a new fanaticism?

But faith isn’t flowing somewhere or being consumed by someone.

It is presumed to be just a somewhat radical human ideology.

But that’s good.

If there are no fanatics of other doctrines, then this is all yolk without an owner.

It looks good for recruiting believers.

In any case, human birth and growth are very fast here.

If I pick someone appropriately and give them illusions or phantom pain and reveal my appearance appropriately, it won’t be too difficult to establish a cult…

“Ah-ah-. There. Sto-p.”

[?]

At that time, the Goddess of Blood was startled by the voice suddenly heard from behind.

How surprising.

Humans can’t see me, so I thought they weren’t talking to me…

“Stop.”

But the moment the Goddess of Blood turned her head, she felt gazes from all directions along with the sound of steel creaking somewhere.

-Squeak!

Numerous mechanical tendril that had infested the back alleys like an insect nest and eyeballs gleaming from them.

Sharp thorns and pincers popped out of the mechanical tendril crawling out of the sewers, pipes, and wires.

Clearly glaring at herself.

Originally, the Goddess of Blood thought it didn’t matter even if she was discovered.

How could humans possibly harm a god directly?

[…!]

But these mechanical tendril were different.

A bizarre power that devoured divinity was felt from the insignificant thorns and tendril, and it meant that the moment she touched them, she, who had fallen to a mere false god, would be eaten in an instant.

Her body trembled.

This was not her body trembling because she felt afraid of the opponent.

The Goddess of Blood.

The essence of a god who lives on faith and fear instinctively felt that the mechanical tendril could catch and absorb her.

What the hell is this?

How can such a being exist in the world?

“Alice-Overseer- the target- has stopped-. It is judged- that there is room- for dialogue-.”

“Oh, really? That’s unexpected? Is this the first time?”

“Yes, that- is correct-.”

Only then did the goddess see several mechanical humans who had appeared with a pile of mechanical tendril.

The goddess knew who they were.

Executors dispatched from the central administration.

Yes, they are people who have undergone systemic procedures to prevent madness and visually monitor faith bodies.

It wouldn’t be so strange for them to see herself, a god, directly.

But aren’t they just dogs guarding the house, guarding the priestess in the layer at best?

Why are those who usually show passive behavior taking action?

No, the executors were not very threatening to the false gods or goddesses in the first place.

It is true that they possess a divinity-removing weapon called an annihilation bullet, but fundamentally, it does not eliminate the existence of God.

But from the goddess’s point of view, what was even more terrifying than those executors was the mechanical tendril writhing behind her.

An insect nest.

Or something coiled like a snake, it was very incongruous because it was a metallic mechanical tendril with eyeballs and even a cheerful girl’s voice was heard.

“Bring her. Still, you’re the first false god to react, so I have to do some identification.”

“Yes, I understand-.”

[Dangerous…!]

The Goddess of Blood immediately tried to escape.

How could humans catch a god?

It was more meaningless and impossible than a baby’s hand catching a ghost, so the false god who felt threatened immediately tried to undo her manifestation and release her incarnation.

[…?]

“I’ll tell you in advance, but in case of escape, resistance, or use of force being detected, we are carrying out extermination processing without exception. Let’s refrain from bothering each other.”

But it didn’t work.

Her incarnation was not released, and her body still remained in the material world.

All she could think of was the mechanical tendril.

A substance that even sucks up faith, which is called the foundation of God.

It absorbs and devours anything that is judged to be energy, so it was natural that a false god could not escape from this space.

Now that she was here, all energy was under the control of Alice’s mechanical tendril.

“Please follow- quietly. If you do not comply- we will take- appropriate- measures-.”

[…]

Thus, the god was dragged away by the executors as if she were a human in handcuffs.

Something that could never happen even in dreams or delusions had happened.

Thus, the Goddess of Blood was led by the hand of the executor to Alice, as if the police were imprisoning a criminal.

The Goddess of Blood felt that Alice was a little younger than the other executors, but she was a girl with a mature charm.

Her appearance itself was truly beautiful.

The doll itself created by God.

But seeing the mechanical tendril writhing behind her, she could tell at a glance that Alice was the owner of the mechanical tendril that had infested the back alley. Above all, she didn’t have the eyes of a human looking at a god.

Thanks to this, she felt a strange feeling as if the outside and inside were completely different, and above all, she was a natural enemy who could absorb even her foundation, so the Goddess of Blood instinctively trembled.

“Actually, you’re the first to respond to a conversation.”

[…?]

“When I suddenly cut off the faith, all the other trash gathered in the city.”

What?

Cut off the faith?

Only then did the Goddess of Blood realize that the girl in front of her and the executors of the central administration had caused this situation.

What the hell did they do?

No, what’s important is not what they did.

Why did they cut off the faith of the Enchantment of the Fallen layer, and why is a mere human being able to bind a god like this and look down on her?

[We’ve already finished trading with the central administration…]

“Oh, that? I decided to screw it.”

[Wh, what? Aren’t you afraid of the iron fist, even though you’re also an Overseer from the central administration…!]

“Aren’t you afraid of me right in front of you?”

[…]

No, I’m very scared.

I’m even more scared because of that mechanical tendril that sucks up the foundation of God.

The Goddess of Blood was really afraid of Alice in front of her, so she shut her mouth tightly.

And only when the goddess reached Alice’s vicinity did she feel it.

Touch of Fertility, Dance of Joy, Tropia Ruby, Golden Eyeball, Windowpane Spider… and many other faiths were felt from Alice.

The false gods of the Enchantment of the Fallen layer.

Fairly famous cults of madness.

Those who drove countless believers to ruin and spread madness anew as if nothing had happened even after the central priestess purified them.

Those had now become Alice’s mere meal, leaving only traces behind.

[…!]

“Let’s see. A blood cult? That’s a creepy name, how many people did she kill and play with?”

“The scale- is smaller- than other- large cults-.”

“A minor cult?”

“Yes- the faith- itself- was also- small- scale-, and she wasn’t- the type- to overeat- like an animal-.”

“But she also received human sacrifices, right?”

“That- is correct-. Because she is the Goddess of Blood-.”

A chilling sensation.

The goddess truly felt that she could become like them.

Death is not originally eternal for spiritual energy life forms called false gods.

Faith, records, memories, fear, awe, rumors.

If even one of them remains, the god does not disappear and there is a possibility of resurrection.

But the energy of Gluttony felt from Alice was like a terrible weapon that completely devoured even the possibility of resurrection and completely annihilated the god.

[Sa, save- me…!]

In the end, the Goddess of Blood abandoned her old glory and prestige and immediately knelt before Alice.

Of course, she didn’t want to die, but this was something far worse than death.

She would be absorbed by Alice and have her life and energy sucked out for the rest of her life, and the possibility of permanent resurrection would be completely erased.

“Huh?”

From Alice’s point of view, she would wonder why she was suddenly acting like this.

In fact, this was also the difference between the false gods Alice had hunted.

The Goddess of Blood is a personal god close to humans.

But the other gods of madness are closer to heteromorphic beings, monsters, or animals that have been deified, so they are not in a state where they can have a human conversation.

So when they saw Alice, they fell into madness or rather attacked like monsters, so Alice’s response was to just tear them into small pieces and Drain their energy. No, she had to devour their existence with the power of Gluttony.

Oh, nude dogeza.

The Goddess of Blood wasn’t wearing any clothes in the first place (she was a spiritual body, so she only had the outline of a human), and her whole body was as red as blood, so Alice chuckled and her eyes lit up as if she had thought of something.

“Hey. What kind of god did you say you were?”

You never asked…

[Th, the Goddess of Blood and War…]

“In this day and age, you’re still taking such old-fashioned things as faith.”

Wh, what??

Old-fashioned?

Do you even know how instinctively blood and war are imprinted on humanity as fear and primal faith!?

But such shouts only echoed in the Goddess of Blood’s head.

She felt like she would really die if she shouted at Alice like that.

Regardless, Alice looked up and down at the Goddess of Blood as if she were appraising her.

“Hmm. Red, it’s red….”

Anyway, the central administration has no interest in what happens in the Enchantment of the Fallen layer.

As Alice judged, this place is a layer that the Ark can do without.

Even if the contract with hell is broken, it doesn’t lead to anything big, so what does it matter how many false gods living here die?

So it wouldn’t be a big deal at all if the Goddess of Blood turned into another god.

“Hey, do you want to try being another god?”

[Wh, what?]

That day.

A red goddess with a sickle and hammer was born in the Enchantment of the Fallen layer.