They all call me an Outer God.

Chapter 269 Kill them all, kill them all

As he spoke, he continued to pour wine from the bottle into his mouth, and then he began to feel a little dazed. He smacked his lips, raised his whip and swung it down hard. The horses in front neighed and quickened their pace, rushing straight towards the big tree. .

In this direction, the horse will be fine. After all, it knows how to avoid the trees, but the same cannot be said for the carriage behind it.

"Hey, life is so exciting!"

The coachman suddenly stood up on his seat and stretched out his arms, but as he got closer to the tree, he suddenly pulled up the horse's rope and forced it to turn. The rope was tightened, and the carriage behind him also turned quickly and made a sound like it was about to turn. The sound of collapse.

"squeak--"

The wooden wheel came into contact with the ground, rubbed violently, and then almost sparked.

The carriage "passed" the tree abruptly, and then continued to drive around the original road.

The driver then sat back down and said, "Look, I said no problem. This car has been following me longer than you are older."

"..."

Riya was sitting in the back and didn't know how to express his feelings in words at this time, but it didn't matter even if the drift of the carriage just didn't succeed, he was already prepared to destroy the tree.

"We North Adelin people are really kind-hearted and have simple folk customs. Young people, just get used to it."

The old man thought that Riya would be so frightened like others that she would hug the wooden pole in the carriage and not let go. However, he later discovered that the person sitting behind him was not only not frightened, but actually showed a kind of faint excitement.

"Can you hit me again? At that moment, I seemed to see my Lord! Ah, praise my Lord!"

"That's not a collision! It's a technique."

Although he said this, it was the first time for the old man to meet someone with a reaction like Riya's. At first glance, there was nothing special about it, but the more the old man thought about it, the more hairy he became.

He immediately decided to drive hard and stop drinking.

In this way, the carriage drove safely for a certain distance, passing through several small towns on the way. Except for being almost robbed and murdered, everything was very peaceful.

But now, the old man still hasn't recovered from the shadow just now. He still remembers that several people with guns suddenly rushed out and pointed guns at him. Before he could say a word, the young man in the carriage sat in the carriage and watched. He didn't even look outside and fired casually.

The villains screamed, and their hands holding the guns were already pierced by bullets. Then, the young man in the car looked outside and invited everyone to get in the car with a smile, as if he was not the one who had just shot.

In the next town, Riya sold them all to slave traders, and walked out of the slave cell holding a thick wad of banknotes in his hand. During this period, his fingers continued to count the number of banknotes.

"It is joy to create labor wealth with your hands, don't you think so, old gentleman?"

"...You are right, but aren't you afraid that these people will come out to retaliate against you?"

"I treated them like this, so it's understandable that they want to retaliate against me, but I don't think they can escape. After all, a buyer has just decided to buy them and throw them into the bottom of the boat to catch oysters."

"Aren't their hands crippled?"

"It should be no problem to raise them. If there is really a problem, they can only make nests in the sea - there should be a lot of fish that like to eat meat."

After saying this, the coachman was immediately in awe of Riya. He originally wanted to scare Riya because he thought Riya was easy to bully, but he didn't expect that this guy turned out to be an unexpectedly ruthless character.

"Perhaps you will quickly integrate into North Adelin, where weak people can only be bullied. If you want to survive, you must be crueler than everyone else." "No one wants to provoke a madman."

"I think so." Riya stepped back on the carriage, and he suddenly thought of the white-masked cultists. These guys should do well here.

Just when he was tired from thinking about things and was about to close his eyes and take a nap, the car body shook. It turned out that the driver suddenly stopped the car.

Riya opened his eyes and looked outside the car. At that moment, a flash of red appeared in his eyes.

There was a person in front who was covered in fire, with hot smoke still coming from her back, crying and rushing towards the carriage. Her voice was more like the neighing of a beast than a cry, and no one could hear the specific details. What is the shouting about.

Behind her, a group of people carrying farm tools or randomly picked firewood sticks chased her, shouting: "Don't run! Stop!"

"Tsk tsk, we actually caught up with the witch hunt this time."

The driver was a little sad, but Riya's first reaction when he heard "witch hunting" was to get out of the car quickly. He had some psychological shadow on this word, and it was a day when witches gathered recently.

Although according to common sense, they are very powerful and unlikely to be forced into this state by a group of ordinary people, Riya still needs to be careful.

Don't be afraid of [-], just be afraid of what.

Thinking like this, Riya raised her hand like magic and conjured a large handful of water from the sky, leaning it on the burning man's body, extinguishing the flames on his body.

"Cough! Cough!" The person on the ground was rolling in pain. There was no intact skin left on her body, especially her face. Now it was completely burned to the point of being miserable. Her eyes, nose and mouth were all broken into pieces. .

"Praise Faceless, thank you for your kindness."

"It's you again."

Before Ria had time to comfort him, the words that came to her lips changed instantly. In one movement, she took out the pistol from her arms and directly pulled the trigger to kill the man.

By the way, he set a fire on this person, so everything that everyone experienced became like this——

They are chasing a witch who suddenly ran away. This witch is not a patient, just an ordinary person, but some people think she is, so she must be.

The moment the fire ignited, the girl broke free from the rope and ran away. This made people more convinced that she was a witch.

So they pursued her relentlessly, and just as they were about to catch up, a man of high status suddenly ran out of the carriage in front of him and asked for a hero to save the beauty. He even showed a method they didn't understand and put out the fire directly.

But they are not angry -

Before they even had time to get angry, the man shot the person they were chasing, then lit the fire again, signaling everyone to continue chasing.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!"

Tormented by pain, the cultist continued to run wildly to one side. She stretched out her hands to scratch her face, and threw her burning face and flesh at the pursuers behind her.

"I'm going to kill you all, you disgusting people. I'm not a witch at all, but you always think of me as a witch. Is it just because I can read!?
It's so sad here, sad for all of you, that some places are always poor for a reason, and you can never escape the prison of poverty and this disgusting environment.

Let me tell you, when the sea tide rises, you will be the first to drown! ! ! "

(End of this chapter)