Chapter 47

### Chapter 47: Assault

In the morning, in the lower district of Igewent, a sudden gunfire erupted at 22 Elmwood West Alley. Thomas and Oliver, members of the Crimson Eucharist who had returned from a great disaster, suddenly launched a surprise attack on their former companions and superiors while they were caught off guard.

Inside a small study, bullets flew, and the four members of the Eucharist who had been standing there fell to the ground, shot down by their comrades’ unexpected assault. Burton, who was moving towards the altar, was also hit three times in the back in an instant, stumbling but barely managing to stay on his feet. He turned his head sharply, his expression twisted in anger, and his wide-open eyes were filled with bloodshot fury.

“Traitors… daring to…”

Gritting his teeth and glaring at the rebellious subordinate in front of him, Burton felt confusion about why the betrayal had occurred, but this bewilderment was quickly overshadowed by a raging anger.

After eliminating the others in the room, Oliver expressionlessly aimed his g*n at Burton and, together with Thomas, coldly pulled the trigger, shooting at their former superior and exhausting the remaining bullets. Seeing this, Burton quickly moved to evade. Of the four bullets fired, he was grazed in the abdomen by one.

As an Extraordinary Being of the ‘Cup,’ even though he had been shot three times, Burton remained alive. Not only that, he retained impressive agility, dodging the subsequent three bullets. Glaring at the traitors in front of him, he counterattacked.

Burton stepped forward, quickly closing the distance towards Thomas and Oliver, reaching them in an instant. At that moment, both Thomas and Oliver had emptied their guns. They could only throw punches to meet Burton’s attack, but Burton’s fists were even faster and stronger.

With a loud thud, Oliver’s head was crushed inward by a devastating punch, prompting his skeletal structure to shatter. His entire body was sent flying out the door, crashing into the corridor, where he lay broken and battered.

After knocking Thomas aside, Burton seized Oliver’s arm as he swung a dagger, ruthlessly disarming him with one hand before slicing through Oliver’s wrist with a single blow. He then struck two more times, decapitating Oliver and kicking his mangled body away, causing bl**d to splatter everywhere.

As Thomas and Oliver suffered under Burton’s wrath, a girl with white hair suddenly opened her eyes in the nearby opened coffin. Dorothy rose from the coffin and retrieved an item from her clothing.

It was a palm-sized piece of grass paper, printed with an abstract symbol resembling a wine cup… this was the bl**d-Eating Sigil, the ‘Cup’ sigil that Dorothy had previously discovered on a member of the Eucharist.

Without a second thought, Dorothy pressed the sigil to her forehead and began to whisper.

“I am here… beseeching the bl**d Cup…”

As the sigil burned away in an instant, a crimson cup-shaped mark flickered into existence on Dorothy’s forehead.

The bl**d-Eating Sigil enhanced the user’s physical abilities by consuming the ‘Cup’ spirituality within them. For an ordinary person, using it would drain their vitality completely, leading to d*ath. However, Dorothy was different; she had previously acquired an additional ‘Cup’ through reading secret transmissions, so she wouldn’t face such an outcome.

As the ‘Cup’ sigil manifested on her forehead, Dorothy felt a fiery power coursing through her limbs, and she pulled out two revolvers from the coffin, aiming one in each hand at Burton, who had just kicked Oliver away, and opened fire.

Compared to many modern handguns, revolvers pack a formidable punch, producing a strong recoil that a thirteen-year-old girl would typically struggle to manage. However, with the enhancement from the bl**d-Eating Sigil, Dorothy could easily stabilize the revolvers in one hand, dual-wielding them effortlessly.

“Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!”

Dorothy continuously pulled the trigger, unleashing a barrage of bullets at Burton, who had just finished with Thomas and Oliver. Caught off guard, in a fraction of a second, he was struck by four bullets; one shattered the bone in his left arm, another nearly obliterated the muscle in his right thigh, impairing his movement.

Dorothy aimed for his head and vital organs, but without professional shooting training, the bullets only grazed his skull.

Struck off guard again, Burton was finally knocked to the ground. He turned his head in furious astonishment towards Dorothy, struggling to rise.

“It’s you… ahhh!!”

Using one arm to support himself, the bloodied Burton painfully stood up, his body riddled with gaping, festering wounds. Even so, as a Thirster, he was far from dead and still able to move.

Roaring, Burton prepared to lunge at Dorothy, who, facing this situation, activated the Zombie Puppet Ring on her hand, infusing it with two points of ‘Enlightenment’ spirituality, allowing her to control up to four puppets.

Suddenly, the Eucharist members’ corpses that had been shot dead by Oliver at the start now stood up, rushing at Burton. Four bodies were piled on top of him, interrupting his attack on Dorothy, while the energy reserves of the ring rapidly depleting due to its overuse.

“Get out of my way!”

Burton fought against the zombie puppets that clung to him, knocking them aside with a punch, quickly breaking free. Meanwhile, Dorothy tossed aside her revolvers and reached into the coffin, pulling out a steel crowbar.

Gripping the crowbar tightly, Dorothy steeled her gaze and quickly advanced. Channeling her enhanced physical prowess, she swung down the crowbar with all her might toward Burton’s head, cracking his skull with the first blow.

If her shots couldn’t hit, she would simply resort to melee combat!

Burton, entangled by zombies, was struck hard on the head, his bloodshot eyes widening in confusion. Dorothy mercilessly struck him again, splitting his skull open, sending bl**d splattering everywhere. This blow toppled him to the ground, but Dorothy showed no mercy, delivering a third and a fourth strike…

In the end, Burton lay on the ground, gradually losing all signs of life amid the follow-up strikes.