The Case of Being Reincarnated as a Heretic Mob Character in an Eroge Where Everyone is Extremely Determined - Chapter 26

Chapter 26: Meat Sucking

The five individuals transferred from the underground of Daskell were astounded by Oakley’s performance.

Aaros, in particular, was trembling with the sensation of having his expectations exceeded by the results Oakley had brought.

Aaros looked down at Oakley, who was battered and bruised.

Entrusting his care to Joanne, he pulled out clothes for each of the five from the extra-dimensional space pocket.

It wasn’t that they couldn’t rampage naked, but they hadn’t lost so much intelligence as to do so.

—As for Oakley’s achievements, first and foremost was the unprecedented and innovative plan for a mobile fortress.

Next, despite not possessing healing magic like an Executive, he managed to endure human experimentation.

Humans who could withstand the extremes of human experimentation without the assurance of healing magic did not exist in Aaros’s memory.

Until now, the experiments had been conducted on captives and enemy spies, and it was almost the first attempt to use a member of the cult—regardless, it was abnormal for him to have more endurance than specially trained enemy spies.

A normal person would have mentally broken down around the second item on the experiment list.

And now, Oakley had managed to safely transfer an Executive into a city under strict surveillance.

This was despite having his leg severed by someone.

Moreover, just before losing consciousness, he even provided the number and names of the enemy executives without being asked.

What else should we call him but the right-hand man of the executives?

—This man must not be let go. Someday, he will surely make significant contributions as an ‘Executive’.

Between the five executives, a profound mutual understanding had blossomed, and the unexpected arrival of a powerful ally brought relief to Pork and Shadiq.

Aaros approached Oakley, who had his left leg amputated and spoke to Joanne, who was holding him tightly in her arms.

“Joanne. You must not let go of him.”

” ? Of course. I have no intention of letting go of him.”

Joanne tilted her head in confusion, her expression one of bewilderment.

She tightened her grip with her slender hands, hugging Oakley even more firmly.

The pain-filled expression on Oakley’s pale face seemed to ease just a little.

Aaros didn’t mean it in a literal physical sense, but if it meant their relationship would become stronger, then all the better.

Setting aside the degree of violence or mad love, Aaros thought he would support the course of Joanne’s romance.

“Bonds make the organization stronger, after all. I have no intention of stopping the progress of your relationship.”

The man with the X-marked mask did not laugh, but his voice carried a soft blessing.

“…And Stella. You must not eat him.”

“…Not even a little nibble?”

“That’s a no-go. You’re only allowed to eat Orthodox Believers and traitors.”

“…Not being able to eat Oakley is torture…”

It was hard to tell how serious Stella was with her remarks, but Joanne hissed like a cat in response.

Pork and Shadiq, watching the cozy interaction between the two, seemed to have their tensions eased.

Once the safe transfer is complete, the next step will be to destroy the city of Daskell completely.

The chance of the operation failing is almost zero, but with the monster Saren in the picture, ‘possibility’ comes into play.

It was only natural for tension to creep in unknowingly.

And then, understanding Aaros’s intentions, Pork and Shadiq hastened Joanne’s healing actions.

Joanne promptly began to tend to the healing—however, unexpectedly, she started to exhibit some ominous behavior.

“Suuuuuu….. Haaaaaa……”

Pretending to cast healing magic, she was actually inhaling the scent of Oakley’s severed area into her lungs as much as she could.

Even Stella, usually calm, was taken aback and her eyes flew open in shock.

Aaros tried to speak to her as if to scold, but Joanne’s love could not be stopped.

“Hey Joanne, are you trying to imitate Stella?”

“I can’t stand it without sniffing it.”

“Stop it, it’s disgusting.”

Chided by Pork, Joanne pulled her face away from the cross-section, exposing her bloodied nose tip.

Stella’s bloodshot eyes seemed to tremble violently, and then she bit her own lips as if to tear them off, suppressing the urge for cannibalism.

Her cheekbones were twitching severely, and it was clear that Stella’s usually doll-like expressionless face was unusually crumbling away.

“…Let Stella have a turn later.” (TL/N: If you haven’t noticed, Stella usually refers to herself by using her own name.)

“Maybe some other time.”

Sighing at the two who were fighting over Oakley’s flesh, Pork took over from Joanne to heal Oakley’s wounds.

Then Pork covered the unconscious Oakley with a pitch-black cloak to camouflage him slightly.

They can’t afford to let a valuable asset die, but given that the plan is progressing well, it’s best to put all of their efforts into an immediate strike.

Oakley will likely be left behind in the alley for the time being.

Joanne may not want to take her eyes off him, but they’ll have to take her along by force if necessary.

If there are five Executive members of the Orthodoxy, they should each fight one-on-one without reservation.

Alternatively, they could create situations where many of them take on one.

At any rate, the Orthodoxy are not the kind of sweet opponents they can defeat while protecting Oakley.

“Joanne.”

“…I understand, Guru-sama.”

Perhaps having grasped the situation with just that brief exchange, Joanne lightly pressed her lips to Oakley’s forehead.

“Sorry, Oakley, we’re going to have to fight for a while. Rest up until then, okay?”

As if being pulled by her trailing hair, Joanne followed after Aaros and the others.

“The enemy is five in number: Celestia, Noun, Pomett, Cress, and Saren… If it comes down to one-on-one situations, I’ll take on Saren.”

“Then I guess I’ll go for Noun. I think we’re pretty compatible.”

“Let me kill Celestia.”

“…Stella will go and eat Cress.”

“Hohoho… Then it seems I’ll be up against Pomett. That young lady, she’s quite strong, isn’t she?”

Having decided on their respective targets, Aaros clapped his hands as a signal to depart.

Then, continue with a light tone, as if the family was heading out on a picnic.

“Alright everyone, let’s wreak havoc to our heart’s content. However, don’t overdo it. If you die, it’s all for nothing. We’ll just create chaos and return safely.”

With Aaros’s words, a full-faced smile bursts across the faces of all four other Executives.

We’re allowed to go wild!

Now, let’s crush those damned enemies!

Having received permission, the executives each flew off in their chosen directions.

Immediately after, an extraordinary scream echoes among the people of Daskell.

Joanne scatters destruction like a catapult, flinging debris from the ruins she destroyed in all directions.

Pork’s deadly poisonous thorns wreak havoc, swiftly turning the crowd gathered in the church square into corpses.

And then, the nefarious combination of two—wrapping debris in thorns to create ‘zombie bombs,’ Joanne mercilessly rained them down upon various parts of the city.

As Stella’s heat rays swept through the streets, the ground boiled with such extreme temperatures that all living beings within several hundred meters ahead evaporated.

Shadiq, not possessing magic that could reach such a wide area, continued to climb to high places to observe the situation.

“We’re really going all out, huh? It has to be this flashy and straightforward, or it’s just not fun.”

Impressed by the enthusiasm of his subordinate, Aaros released his own magic not to be outdone.

His magic was a highly versatile one that controlled ‘shadows.’ Additionally, it came with a special ability bonus that drained the lifespan of those it touched at the rate of one year per second.

Even an Executive could not escape death by lifespan thus contact and combat with him would be fatal.

The ‘shadows’ that leaped from Aaros’s hand soared into the sky and spread out in a radial pattern.

The black viscous substance covered the blue sky and the sun, and directly below, Daskell was enveloped in darkness as if ominous clouds had gathered.

As the town of Daskell fills with shadows, Aaros’s power grows stronger.

If the world were to be completely filled with shadows, irreversible human destruction and even instantaneous teleportation would become possible for him.

In other words, it was no exaggeration to say that he was invincible at that point.

Thus, as Aaros obtained unparalleled power in the present world, the voice of an old soldier flew over his head.

“Aaros-sama, the leader of the enemy forces has appeared.”

The town of Daskell was already in a pitiful state.

In just a few minutes, the number of dead had reached thousands, and the populace was in a panic due to the ‘zombie bombs’, Stella’s heat rays, and the shadows that covered the sky.

Ironically, it was the Orthodox side that was pushing this tragic situation further.

By imposing strict restrictions on entering and leaving the town, a greater clash had arisen between those trying to get into the town from the outside and those trying to get out from the inside than ever before.

Then, unable to cope with the sudden appearance of the heretical Executive, the actions of the Orthodox Executive became polarized into three directions.

First, Saren, Pomett, and Celestia headed to the center of the town to ascertain the source of the disturbance.

Cress, sensing the anomaly, headed to each gate to address the overcrowding that was on the verge of collapse.

The last one, Noun, began a vigorous campaign to exterminate the zombies in order to stem the tide of damage they were causing.

The appearance of heretical Executives throughout the town… was an unprecedented stroke of bad luck.

The Orthodox side’s response was always a step behind. Conversely, everything the heretical side did seemed to succeed as if it were all part of some twisted game.

Amidst the birth of a hell following Metashim, the first wave of the Orthodox Executive arrives.

Saren, Pomett, and Celestia are left speechless by the rampaging five enemies.

“If you were going to come, you should have said so. I would’ve prepared tea.”

Next to the knight with a vein popping on her temple, Saren, the first-ranked executive in the ceremonial uniform with a standing collar speaks with exasperation.

She clicks her high heels as she approaches the dissolved church, then shakes her head as if giving up.

“Sigh… What a mess you’ve made.”

As she tosses her cream-colored hair tied in a half-up style, the magic of the top-ranked Orthodox Executive manifests.

Flames of karma burst forth from her entire body. Saren, who harbors a ‘Phoenix’ in her flesh, amplifies the sacred flames while trembling with anger.

“I’ll hold back the Guru. Pomett, Celestia… help me hold back the others.”

To buy time for the evacuation of civilians, Saren drew the attention of the five Heretic Executives by spewing flames.

Shadiq and Joanne exaggeratedly dodged the flames and hid behind Aaros and Stella, who could use high-defense magic.

The magic, specialized against Heretic, belonged to the Aaros Temple Order and was designed to incinerate the tainted souls of Heretics down to the last cell.

It burned flesh while inhibiting healing magic, making it a one-hit-kill level spell even against Executive-class opponents.

Amber eyes flickering in the flames.

A mask floating in the darkness.

In a ruined city, light and shadow clash fiercely—