Wu Heng said something and left.

Since the reward for them is 'freedom', there is no need for him to continue enslaving them.

Just some cursers, nothing to fulfill Martin's promise.

And he believed that even if he didn't control these people, they would not let him down.

In the deep forest, the moon is dark and the wind is strong,

The dark and tall trees were full of hideousness, and the dead branches rustled in the cold wind, like the whispers of evil spirits.

Only Martin and the silent cursers were left.

After a moment of silence,
Martin turned around slowly, and the blood in the eyes of thousands of Blood Curse followers suddenly brightened.

They are silent and waiting.

Because they all know that Martin in front of them will not let them down!

Martin soared ten meters into the air, cut off a tree with a diameter of two meters with his blade, stood on a ten-meter-high tree stump, and stared at the curser below.

"God is dead!" he shouted, raising his right fist.

"God is dead. God is dead! Haha. Haha." The scarlet eyes of thousands of cursers lit up in the forest, like flames. They roared hoarsely and madly, as if venting.

Venting out the frustration and torture of being imprisoned in a pale room and used like a machine for decades or even hundreds of years!

They shouted at the top of their lungs.

Martin's raised right fist slowly stretched out and turned into a palm. The cheers gradually stopped and the scene became quiet again.

The red light in nearly ten thousand eyes of the cursers became brighter, like a burning flame.

The bloody flame of revenge!

They were silent, quiet and motionless, only because the skinny figure, like a vulture, was speaking on the tree stump ten meters in front of them.

Although his voice was as unpleasant as a crow, it went straight into the soul.

"God deserves to be killed! Faith ethics constrains the human mind and suppresses our instincts!"

"Dogma turns us step by step into part of 'it', turns us into machines!"

Martin's voice echoed loudly in the woods, making the dead branches rustle.

His voice was the only voice echoing in the entire forest, like the roar of hell!

"If humans want to be free, they must kill God, kill 'it' completely, and kill the one who used us as a purification device!"

"Only when it doesn't exist can we humans gain unprecedented opportunities. We will establish new values, not serve its organs, but establish values ​​centered on human will!"

“For this, we must settle accounts with the ethics of faith!”

"Those doctrines are 'it's' last shelter."

"We must fight for freedom and eliminate those accomplices who sell their souls and seduce our free souls!"

"Liquidate those cultists!" Mark's fist was shaking as he waved it.

"Liquidation!"

"Liquidation!"

The hoarse roar never ceases!
The whole forest was roaring, and it was not until dawn that the sparse sunlight shone into the woods, leaving only mud covered with footprints and no one.

The sunlight shines on the muddy footprints, and the accumulated dew in them refracts the sunlight, making it shine brightly!
Two days later,
In the early morning of October 10th, the temperature in Portland had dropped to around 15 degrees.

The pedestrians on the road were all wearing long clothes and walking in a hurry. People in the crowd looked at each other with vigilance.

Just because in these two days, many churches were attacked and a large number of believers died tragically.

Two female employees were walking quickly side by side on the street. They were wearing the same uniform and belonged to the same company.

"Oh my God, what kind of devil is this? Is someone possessed by Satan from hell? How could such a cruel thing be possible?" One of the fatter women sighed softly as she walked quickly.

"Who says it's not true!" "Reverend Thompson is such a good person. When my father was dying, he held a 'rest service' for him for free. My father was a believer when he was alive. He must be living well in heaven now."

"What kind of demon would kill Pastor Thompson?" another thinner woman asked.

"Alas, there is also Sister Elena. She helped me a lot, but she was killed." The fat woman echoed; "Sinners who deserve to go to hell."

"Stop talking and let's go. We're going to be late. The vampire supervisor will be counting the time at the door soon!" The thin woman looked at her cell phone and urged.

The two of them immediately trotted forward.

In the coffee shop next to the two people passed by, sitting by the window was a tall middle-aged man with a serious and resolute face. It was Wu Heng.

He took a sip of coffee and looked out the window.

There was a car parked next to the convenience store opposite, and two men and two women were loading their purchased daily necessities into the car.

"They are waiting for you!" Wu Heng said slowly.

"My Lord, can I save them?" A skinny, long-haired, decadent man slowly appeared next to Wu Heng's desk.

It was Martin who had transformed into an ordinary person.

"can."

When Martin heard this, a hint of scarlet joy flashed in his black eyes. Although he had transformed into a bloody demon, these four people were his good friends in college after all.

He didn't want them dead unless it was necessary.

This time, because he was clearing out the Faith followers, he was not chosen as the 'Fool' and did not even know about it.

It was Wu Heng who called him over.

The people in the Portland Seal Zone have already found another college classmate of Martin and are going to use him as the Fool.

However, the classmate had already had two minor accidents just now. He was not seriously injured, but had some scratches on his arms.

The first time, the tires slipped and he hit the curb.

After walking a hundred meters, he hit the fence again.

I thought I was unlucky and it was not convenient for traveling this time, so I decided to give up going to the outdoor party.

Martin did it both times.

And through his contact with the four people, he supplemented the missing people. The people in the sealed area saw that he also met the standards and acquiesced. Therefore, Martin successfully replaced the new "Fool" and got his identity card back.

"You don't have to go, actually."

"Since this is my destiny, I must go. Besides, I have a mission to complete," Martin said.

In fact, Wu Heng had no intention of interfering with Martin anymore, because he and his group in the "statue" had already gained the freedom and power they deserved.

But Martin took the initiative to contact him and expressed his desire to completely eliminate the means of the 'Creator'.

We must allow mankind to completely restore free will.

Restore the individual!

And asked Wu Heng if there was any other task that needed to be done. Wu Heng saw that the school was closed early because of Martin's killing.

His four classmates were selected because they set out on the trip a week in advance.

I can only say that these students are really fearless. They haven't even found the murderer of the church yet, yet they dare to go on a wild tour.

Ding ding——!

Martin's cell phone rang. It was the blonde girl across the street calling.

"Go!"

"Yes."

Martin turned and walked out of the coffee shop, waved across the street, waited for the car in the middle of the road to pass, and walked towards the other side. (End of this chapter)

Tap the screen to use advanced tools Tip: You can use left and right keyboard keys to browse between chapters.

You'll Also Like