Two Realms: Don't call me evil!

Beautiful country, Florida, Miami!

The cold moonlight was shining on the streets near midnight and early morning. Along with the roar of heavy motorcycles, a group of bikers were stepping on the accelerators unscrupulously on the streets.

The pedestrians on the street changed color when they heard the noise and retreated away.

The ones who dare to be so arrogant in Miami must be the Red Eagle Gang. This is a newly rising underworld force. In just a few years, it has dominated Miami and become the overlord of the underworld forces. It is actively involved in smuggling, opium, casinos, brothels, arms, human trafficking and other businesses.

It is said that there are frequent cases of missing persons in Miami. Some people say that it is the work of evil spirits, but others say that it is the work of the Red Eagle Gang.

The original underworld forces in Miami were either swallowed up or fled the city in fear.

The motorcycle gang drove all the way to a factory in the suburbs. Although it was already late at night, the place was brightly lit.

One motorcycle after another stopped, and a bald black man with a beard and tattoos on his arms got off the motorcycle and walked into the factory with his younger brothers.

The factory is full of various abandoned machine tools, as well as discarded cigarette butts and other debris.

The bald strong man moved forward, and more and more gangsters appeared around him, holding various guns.

Pushing open a big door, the bald strong man came to a slaughterhouse.

However, this slaughterhouse does not slaughter livestock such as cattle, sheep and pigs, but kidnapped humans.

Several men in black robes stood together, surrounded by skinned, bloody corpses. Many of them were not dead yet and were wailing in pain on the ground.

These men in black robes turned a blind eye, their expressions grim and their bodies emitting a faint red light. The originally peeled human skin seemed to be blown by the wind and floated up from the ground.

Chi Chi!

These human skins swayed slightly, stuck to the bodies of several men in black robes, and gradually merged with the skin of the men in black robes. A strange power spread.

The bald man's heart was pounding. Although it was not the first time he had seen such a scene, he still felt scared and terrified every time.

To outsiders, he is the biggest gangster boss in Miami and has great power.

But only he himself knew that the Red Eagle Gang was just a peripheral organization of these black-robed men, specifically responsible for doing the dirty and tiring work for them.

These men in black robes belong to a cult called the Blood Eagle Society. This is a real cult, and all of its members are extraordinary people.

"God of Blood Vulture, Master, this is the new stock that arrived today."

The bald strong man Ferguson signaled to a few of his younger brothers to carry over a few suitcases and handed them to the men in black robes.

The black-robed man who was leading the group stopped practicing and revealed a strange face.

His face looked like several kinds of human skins stitched together, with the features of a man, a woman, and a child, looking extremely creepy and weird.

"good."

Looking at the people tied up and drugged in the open suitcase, Hoffman smiled grimly, "Today's batch has 500 people. I've seen your devotion. From now on, you will be a formal member of our Blood Eagle Society."

His already weird and ugly face looked even more creepy when he smiled.

But Ferguson didn't care. He knelt on the ground with a look of surprise and said repeatedly: "Thank you for your gift, Master. I will dedicate everything to the Blood Eagle Society in the future."

Becoming a supernatural being and mastering extraordinary powers is what he has always dreamed of.

Nowadays, various cults are prevalent in the United States, and evil spirits are reviving in large numbers. If he has no one to rely on and relies on the underworld, he will die under government crackdown sooner or later.

"come on."

Hoffman disagreed. He didn't care about any belief, and his skills were not based on belief.

Three years ago, he was just an ordinary cult member, but after the great changes in the world and the revival of spiritual energy, when he went out one day, he accidentally got an ancient book made of human skin, "The Human Skin Faceless Method", and with it, he became a supernatural being and mastered strange and terrifying powers.

Money, women, and power began to come to him as he acquired this power that was not human.

The only drawback of practicing the "Human Skin Formless Method" is that it requires fresh human skin.

After being bullied by the Jeko Group half a year ago, the United States did not dare to provoke the Jeko Group again in order to divert domestic conflicts. Instead, it promoted the cult extensively, took the cult as a target, intensified the crackdown, and carried out various brutal clearing operations.

Originally he was doing well in Los Angeles, but faced with the guns and cannons of the U.S. army, he ran to Miami in disgrace and lived a cautious life.

After all, his extraordinary strength is indeed strong, but it is nothing in the face of heavy weapons.

More importantly, the capitalists and government authorities in the United States are also taming evil forces and have a lot of extraordinary thugs under their control, so they are no match for the smaller number when outnumbered.

After being surrounded by the army, Hoffman learned his lesson and chose to use white gloves like Ferguson to kidnap people for him instead of doing it himself. This greatly reduced the risk of being exposed to supernatural powers and becoming a target of attack by the United States.

Nowadays, most cults like Hofman's have gone underground and no longer dare to live openly in the light.

Ferguson walked forward excitedly and was about to accept Hoffman's teachings.

But at this moment, several sudden gunshots were heard in the silent night sky.

Immediately afterwards, the gunshots became more frequent and burst into crackling sounds.

Ferguson was stunned. A younger brother rushed in from outside and said in horror: "Boss, boss, it's bad. The police are here and we brothers can't stand it anymore."

"what!"

Ferguson's face turned pale. How could such a thing happen at this critical juncture?

On the other side, Hoffman was startled, cold sweat broke out on his face instantly, he quickly ran to the window and looked outside.

Police cars gathered outside, and a large number of police forces were storming the factory.

Faced with the well-trained American police, those gang members who showed off their power in front of ordinary people were simply unable to withstand it. They either ran away or surrendered on the spot. Very few of them dared to fight to the death.

They are just a gang, not an army. How could they fight to the death? Even in the army, there are very few people who would fight to the death.

call!
Hoffman breathed a sigh of relief, but they were just policemen. Apparently the United States only treated the Red Eagle Gang as an ordinary gang.

Otherwise, if his trace is discovered, it will not be these little policemen who come to surround and suppress him, but the army.

"Master, let's retreat quickly."

Ferguson was so anxious that he was sweating profusely. He knew that his little brothers would definitely not be able to withstand the police.

"Idiot, they are just a bunch of policemen. How dare they scare you like this? The great Blood Eagle God is undefeated."

Hoffman snorted coldly, but showed no intention of leaving.

He took a step and jumped out of the window, and his body deformed while he was still in mid-air.

His body swelled to about three meters in length. His flesh and skin continued to stretch, growing into bat-like fleshy wings. His hands and feet turned into sharp claws. His face was twisted and hideous, with countless fangs that were extremely cold, and he let out a sharp whistle.

The policemen who were fighting with the gang looked up and saw a dark shadow flash by. Several policemen's heads slipped off their necks in an instant and rolled on the ground like balls.

When the police turned their heads, they saw a hideous and terrifying humanoid monster clinging to the ceiling wall, with its sharp claws embedded in the reinforced concrete. The hard wall became as soft as a biscuit under its claws.

"It's a cult!" Seeing the tattered clothes on the other party, the policemen were frightened and fired their guns repeatedly.

Bang bang bang bang!

There was a burst of gunfire in the factory. Hoffman moved flexibly on the wall, dodging most of the bullets, and rushed into the crowd to kill crazily.

His hands and feet became extremely sharp and could cut through iron like mud. Combined with his agile speed and enormous strength, many police officers had no time to react before they were torn into broken corpses.

Occasionally some bullets hit Hoffman and broke his tough skin, and his body would wriggle strangely, like a snake shedding its skin, peeling off the ragged skin on the surface and revealing a new layer of fresh and tender skin underneath.

And every time he changes a layer of skin, Hoffman's speed and strength will be greatly reduced, and it is obvious that he has shortcomings.

This strange and terrifying ability killed the American police and the blood flowed like a river. The surviving American police turned around, crying and screaming, and tried to drive away.

But at this time, several men in black robes who followed Hoffman also surrounded them. Their black robes were torn, revealing their swollen flesh bodies inside. They transformed into the same hideous monsters as Hoffman and started to massacre the police.

In less than ten minutes, the battle was completely over. The factory was littered with corpses and the smell of blood was overwhelming.

All the policemen, without exception, were slaughtered by Hoffman and his men. The extraordinary power was no less than a dimensionality reduction attack for the policemen who were only equipped with light weapons.

Ferguson stared at the scene in amazement. The fifty or sixty bodies of policemen at the scene made his scalp tingle. He knew that Hoffman was strong, but he didn't expect him to be so terrifying. The police were completely powerless to fight back against him.

Thinking that if he joined Hoffman's Blood Eagle Society, he would be able to obtain the same extraordinary power, his heart was burning with excitement, and he hurried forward: "Master..."

Tear!

Before he could finish his sentence, there was a flash of cold light, and his neck was suddenly torn in half, exposing his trachea, esophagus and cervical vertebrae to the air, and blood gushed out.

"It's just trash, totally worthless."

Hoffman slowly retracted his bloody claws. This place had been exposed and he couldn't stay any longer. Ferguson knew too much about him and he had to be silenced.

Ferguson fell down twitching, his eyes dull. The Blood Eagle Society he believed in became his death warrant.

Several other extraordinary people from the Blood Eagle Society also attacked at the same time, killing off the few gangsters who had managed to survive, and poured gasoline around the factory in an attempt to destroy the bodies.

"Let's go, let's find a new base."

Hoffman clapped his hands and threw his lighter towards the factory where gasoline was being dumped, and flames shot up into the sky.

A few people turned around and were about to leave this place of trouble.

clap clap clap!
Suddenly, just as the factory was burning fiercely, a burst of applause rang out in the night sky, which seemed very abrupt.

"The Blood Eagle Society is indeed as cruel and ruthless as its reputation says."

In the darkness, a hooded man walked slowly towards them. He was completely covered in black clothes, with only a pair of eyes emitting a faint cold light.

"kill him!"

Hoffman felt an inexplicable tightness in his heart, and an extremely strong sense of crisis lingered in his mind. Without any nonsense, he rushed forward directly.

No matter who the other party is or what his purpose is, kill him first.

However, Hoffman just moved when he stopped and his face changed drastically.

Not only him, but also several members of the Blood Eagle Society stopped.

But behind the man in black, a terrifying scarecrow four meters tall stood up, and evil energy continued to spread.

It turned out to be a fierce ghost!
In the United States, evil spirits are appearing frequently nowadays. Some are summoned by humans, and some are resurrected in the wild. Hoffman is no stranger to them. These ghosts are very scary.

The terrifying scarecrow in front of him exudes an aura that is dozens of times more terrifying than that of an ordinary evil spirit. It is obvious that he is terrifying at first glance.

A member of the Blood Eagle Society was so frightened when he saw this that he stepped back and turned to run.

But as soon as he turned around, his limbs began to twist, and it seemed as if countless earthworms were crawling under his flesh. Then, countless straws grew out from under his skin.

Ah ah ah ah ah!

The extraordinary being howled miserably as his skin peeled off rapidly, but he still could not escape the curse. With every layer of skin he replaced, more straw continued to grow inside, until he became a scarecrow of flesh and blood, standing stiffly in the same place.

Hoffman and the others gasped and felt a chill on their necks. The terrifying power of killing in one move showed that the man in front of them was much stronger than all of them.

"Submit, or die."

At the same time, the man in black raised his head, revealing the face of an Indian youth under his hood.

"Rachika, it's you."

After seeing the face clearly, Hoffman was speechless.

Lachika is very famous in the United States, especially in the cult circle.

The ghostly necromancy that the other party spread can be said to have caused the current tragedy of hundreds of demons parading at night in the United States, and he is the number one wanted cult member.

“I don’t want to have to do it again.”

Lachika's voice was cold. Around Hoffman and his companions, there appeared evil spirits one after another.

There was a cold female ghost with black hair hanging down to the ground, an old man in a shroud who looked lifeless, a big and strong man without a head, and a butcher holding a butcher knife...

There are dozens of evil spirits here, making this place a paradise for ghosts. Hoffman and others feel like they are falling into an ice cellar.

"The entire Blood Eagle Society is willing to submit forever to the great Lord Lachica."

Hoffman felt that he couldn't even defeat one evil spirit, let alone dozens of them, so he quickly knelt down.

"Very good, from now on, follow me and you won't have to hide. We hold the power bestowed by God and are the glory of the new era. The people who should be afraid are not us, but the U.S. government."

"Yes, yes, Lachika, we will do whatever you ask us to do."

When Hoffman heard that he would have to go against the U.S. authorities, he felt a little uneasy, but the situation was stronger than he was, so he had no choice but to agree.

"From now on, you will be a member of the Quetzalcoatl Cult."

Lachika didn't care about Hoffman's thoughts. This was not the first time he had done something like this.

Today, most of the underground cult organizations in Florida have been gathered by him and are ruled by the Quetzalcoatl Cult he founded, with strict organizational guidelines and systems established.

As a superhuman who had studied in the Jeko Group, he also launched a dimensionality reduction attack on those superhuman cults in the United States that were still in a state of confusion, and his strength completely crushed them.

"Soon, it will no longer be your American government that has the final say in this country."

Looking at the full moon above his head, Lachika's lips curled up into an icy smile, and his blood boiled.

He wants to unite all the supernatural powers of the cult. A group of scattered people cannot defeat the United States. (End of this chapter)