Taxes are only within machine gun range!

Chapter 205 I Am the Greatest Terror (Bonus Chapter)

bang bang bang bang...

The heavy machine gun emitted a terrifying, deafening sound of firing!
Bullets the size of a child's fist were fired in rapid succession from the gun muzzle, aimed at the group of primitive voodoo cultists!

Flora's goal was very clear: the first person she wanted to kill was the priest who had just spoken rudely to Milton.

The believers only realized what had happened after the priest was shot to pieces.

"devil!!!"

"madman!"

"The 'Hell Tax Collectors' have declared war on Mother Earth, the blasphemers have declared war on primitive voodoo, and heretics are creating the end times!"

"The Earth Mother's protection has been breached by the demons! Go back quickly, go back quickly and inform... Ah!!!"

"Run! Run!"

"..."

However, these howls did not stop Flora's fingers from operating the machine gun—she was also very dissatisfied with these beasts that were ruining the lives of those on the front lines saving lives.

"The louder you yell, the first one to get shot."

Bang bang bang!

Using armor-piercing incendiary rounds, which are capable of penetrating light armor, to hit human bodies is a waste. It's okay if a priest is a little obese; one bullet can reveal his human form.

Those weaker believers, if they were unlucky, would be shot and shattered as if they were human; if they were lucky, only a little skin and flesh would remain to hold their bodies together.

The shooting lasted only a dozen seconds before the scene was filled with a strong smell of blood.

There was no one left who spoke recklessly, and there was no one left standing among the original Voodoo believers.

Milton stepped forward and kicked a priest who was still breathing—it must be said, as expected of someone who could lead an elite mercenary team, her marksmanship was truly excellent; she had even managed to leave one person alive.

Of course, this priest had already been turned into a human pig and wouldn't live much longer.

"We're going to send you to see your Mother Earth soon, are you excited?"

“…Madman…madman.” The priest coughed up blood, but tried to draw something on the ground with his tongue. “I curse you…I curse you to die!”

However, after he finished drawing, Milton was perfectly fine and even watched with great interest.

The priest finally broke down.

With his mind poisoned by cults for years, he simply couldn't understand why Milton could get so close to the Earth Mother's curse and return unharmed. He was also terrified that Milton dared to slaughter priests and believers without being punished.

In his view, there was only one possibility.

"Hellish tax collectors!"
"Devil... what witchcraft did you use? What blasphemous things did you do... devil... the devil from hell is going to bring disaster, to bring the end of the world..."

"..."

In despair, the priest vomited blood and slowly lost his breath.

Milton frowned: "What nonsense is this guy spouting? Wasn't he killed by a heavy machine gun? Why is he still talking nonsense?"

“Who knows…” Flora jumped out of the car. “Do you think it’s possible that you’ll soon have another nickname?”

Milton's previously pleased expression after killing the cultist suddenly turned stiff and ugly.

Flora, oblivious to everything, continued her analysis: "Look, in your original town you were the 'Hell Tax Collector,' the 'Godfather.' But in Tapachula you became the 'Benevolent Father.' Now that things have turned out this way, do you think you'll get a nickname like 'Super Evil Wizard'?"

Holy crap... these nicknames are getting uglier and uglier!
The first three were barely acceptable, but how did the fourth one get to such an abstract level?
Brandon nodded vigorously, seemingly finding the nickname of the super evil wizard very catchy and exciting.

Milton retorted coldly, "I don't think so. Nobody's that bored."

Flora stroked her chin: "Not necessarily. Look at that priest just now, he seems to be starting to understand this. And look at this town, although everyone is obedient and hasn't come out, there must be quite a few people who saw what you did through the windows... This matter is bound to spread."

Milton got angry: "Shut up! Don't spread rumors! There won't be any nicknames. Don't think everyone is this bored!"

"And you, Brandon, don't spread rumors."

After saying that, he waved his hand, signaling the soldiers to bring over any usable walkie-talkies they had placed there, and then contacted the local sheriff, Riley.

“Come here, and bring the priest who came at the beginning with you.”

Milton had arrived in a hurry and assumed it was some local custom, which is why he was somewhat tolerant and planned to gradually change people's ways.

Now that we know they're a cult, there's no need to be polite—just kill them all.

To be honest, that basin of "Acacia vine" on the ground alone is enough to sentence him to death.

"Ayaya," simply put, is dimethyltryptamine, a highly addictive hallucinogen. The so-called "stamp drug" is also a type of aya.

Riley was very obedient and proactive. Milton could clearly hear him put down his cutlery and stand up: "Roger that, sir."

Soon, the sheriff escorted the priest over.

The priest had a bad feeling when he heard the gunshots outside the town, and now that feeling had come true!

The blood and tattered clothes on the ground, along with the severed head at Milton's feet, all told him what had happened.

The priest let out a bloodcurdling scream: "Demon!!!"

"Blasphemy, blasphemy!"

"You evil great wizard from hell!!!"

Milton: "..."

The others didn't laugh because they were afraid of dying, but the atmosphere at the scene had an indescribable sense of absurdity.

Milton stopped worrying about the nickname—after all, the priest was going to die soon, and he couldn't let that awful nickname spread.

"You say that your so-called primitive and dilapidated religion has many followers and is widely distributed in this area, is that right?"

The priest stared at Milton with coldness and hatred: "Yes! Be arrogant now, but our wrath will burn forever in your land, at least to utterly purify you, you devil!"

Milton kicked the head at his feet and pressed on, "Tell me exactly where, and I promise you, I'll make sure you don't die in too much pain."

The priest wanted to say something more, but his gaze couldn't help but follow Milton's movements downwards—the priest, who was slightly higher in rank than him, had his limbs shattered, his head like a ball at Milton's feet, and his face showed extreme pain.

Fear filled his eyes, which had not yet completely lost their luster.

"Heh... We've been to every small village outside of the big cities." The priest finally knelt down. "Go ahead and search. You'll regret offending us for the rest of your life..."

“Even Lopez, who once ruled this land, cooperated with us and tacitly allowed us to help him govern many territories outside the big cities.”

"You are the victor, you think you are invincible... but you have blasphemed Mother Earth, and you will pay the price in the end."

"..."

It doesn't matter. Once we officially declare war on this trash cult, they will become the opposing force and will naturally appear in Milton's counterintelligence system.

Even if they hide in a stinky ditch, we can still catch them.

Milton, expressionless, raised his gun, aimed it at the priest's head, and before pulling the trigger, asked one last question: "By the way, do you have any money?"

The priest, who had already closed his eyes and awaited death, was stunned by the question: "Huh?"

“You’re illegally trafficking drugs on my turf, so I’m going to fine you and collect taxes from you,” Milton said calmly. “I’ve said it before, even your so-called god has to pay taxes when he comes to my territory.”

Milton, I…

boom!
Before the priest could even utter a curse, Milton picked up the M29 revolver that had been with him the whole time and blew the priest's head off.

"It's fine if you don't tell us. Since this lousy religion is everywhere, we can just ask anyone and find out where it is."

After doing all this, Milton let out a comfortable sigh of relief.

He was about to leave when he turned around and saw the girl who was dumbfounded and had just witnessed everything.

Damn it, we were so focused on killing that we forgot to get the others out of the way...

"Cough...cough!" Milton's face remained serious. "Why did you come to a place like this? I told you, it's dangerous here. Leave immediately."

The girl hunched her shoulders and looked at Milton with pleading eyes: "'Godfather'...they, they say I'm guilty, that I suffer because of a curse, is that true?"

When I was a child, my mother was burned alive in a safety accident in a small workshop; when I grew up, war broke out, and my brother was conscripted into the army and used as cannon fodder. After he died in battle, he did not receive a penny of compensation and was seriously injured. We finally escaped to the enemy-occupied area and were rescued by the kind "enemy soldiers" until the war ended.

Just when everyone thought the future was bright, her father died mysteriously and tragically while out panning for gold.

Her life was a series of sufferings, from one to another, until all her loved ones died.

Isn't this a curse?

“Someone has been riding on your backs and sucking your blood, generation after generation,” Milton said slowly. “They want to suck, they want to suck the blood of the next generation… To achieve this goal, they tell you what kind of curse it is, making you think that your suffering is your own fault.”

"Once I kill them all, the curse will be over."

"You just need to stay in a safe place, work hard, do your job well, and pay your taxes on time, and I will wipe out all those vampires. I will take back what rightfully belongs to us from them."

The girl clenched her fist and wiped her eyes: "'Godfather,' they are terrifying."

This is a perfect summary of her life so far.

But Milton simply said indifferently, "I am the greatest terror."

"Alright, let's go back. We have won the war, but that doesn't mean the surrounding areas are safe. Besides the big cities, there are many small places where the enemy's forces have a large presence."

“Arsu is not a piece of trash like Lopez. He will intensify his infiltration efforts and try to restrain us from within, or even break through our defenses.”

"Stay in a big city for the time being and don't go out."

The girl nodded vigorously and said, "I understand! By the way, Mr. 'Godfather,' my name is Gina."

Milton nodded: "I understand."

Milton watched Gina walk into the small hotel to wait for the car that would pick her up the next day before nodding and looking at Riley.

"These priests just said that there are many people practicing primitive voodoo in small places, is that right?"

Riley nodded vigorously, speaking quickly: "Yes, and they used to have some cooperation with the government... As far as I know, there's a village not far from us, roughly to the south, where there's even a small 'church' of theirs."

“The poorer the place, the more they believe in these things… There have even been bloody conflicts over them before, sir, you must be careful.”

"If you don't mind, I can help you with the directions."

Milton waved his hand: "No need for leading the way... As for bloodshed, heh, there might be conflict, but they'll be the ones bleeding. These people aren't really religious; they're just driven by fear and pain. If they don't listen to me, I guarantee I can bring them even more fear and more intense pain."

"You will continue to maintain order here and wait for my men to clean up the pollution."

Riley looked slightly disappointed, but still straightened his back and saluted, saying, "Yes, sir."

Milton had clearly noticed the sheriff's various attitudes since he arrived in town, so he said, "If you can complete this mission well, I will assign you an even more important mission."

To put it bluntly, the sheriff in this small town wants a promotion.

Judging from the state of the town he governed and his own drive, it's understandable that he should be given a promotion.

Riley became excited, his tone rising considerably: "Yes, sir!"

After he left, Milton walked onto a nearby armored vehicle, and after Flora, Brandon, and the others got in, he closed the door.

"Have the soldiers outside cut off the heads of these people on the ground and hang them in front of the armored vehicle. Make sure they don't block the armored vehicle's view."

"……receive!"

Flora looked out the window at the soldiers carrying out the order to hang heads and dispose of hazmat suits, then turned her gaze and asked, "Tsk, Lopez... just how distorted must his rule be for him to need religion to help him with grassroots governance?"

Milton replied, “It’s very simple. Because he is a comprador, he naturally lacks the ability to govern the grassroots and lacks a bond to connect everyone in his territory. So he can only cooperate with the most primitive religion and forcibly establish such a bond.”

"The economic base determines the superstructure. Understand this statement well... Why were Lopez and other military governments reactionary? Besides the fact that their ruling class was a bunch of vermin, there were also objective factors."

“I mean, even if Lopez were to become a ruler with ideas, his regime would only be slightly better than it is now, and the result would still be widespread suffering.”

Flora knew nothing about these things, but it's human nature to be a political enthusiast. She sat up straight and asked, "What do you mean? Why?"

“Haven’t you noticed? The economic lifeline of the López regime,” Milton explained, “is why he immediately became strapped for cash after we captured Champellico.”

"I glanced at it casually and found that when López was in power, tariffs plus tax revenue from various minerals that he monopolized, such as salt mines or other mines, accounted for more than 90% of his government's total fiscal revenue."

"The remaining miscellaneous taxes, when added together, don't even amount to the top two categories. In other words, Lopez doesn't get much income from ordinary people at all. Instead, he packages up all of these hard-to-collect taxes and 'sells' them to gangs and cults in exchange for their control over the grassroots."

“As long as you control the trade routes, you can collect tariffs; as long as you control the ports and beaches, you can collect salt taxes. Lopez’s military government only needs to send troops to control these key places to seemingly rule at the lowest cost and obtain fiscal revenue.”

"Isn't this much more convenient than hiring a bunch of people, formulating a bunch of policies, and going door-to-door to collect personal taxes and agricultural taxes?"

“Lopez’s military government has virtually no ability to govern at the grassroots level. The cost of taxing these people would exceed the tax revenue itself, so he can only cooperate with gangs and religious groups that are more deeply entrenched in the grassroots in exchange for their support. This is also a way of controlling the grassroots.”

"But just because Lopez is too lazy to collect it doesn't mean people don't have to pay—as you've seen along the way, you can see how difficult life is for the lower classes; some even lose up to 70% of their annual income to gangsters!"

Seeing the thoughtful nods of those around him, Milton smiled with satisfaction.

"Therefore, Lopez was able to maintain stable control over such a large area of ​​land and collect a large amount of tax revenue, which was enough for him to purchase a large amount of weapons and equipment, supporting the economic foundation of a local warlord."

Flora nodded slightly: "Hmm... Although it's inhumane, it sounds like a way of governing. For a warlord like Lopez, governing in this way would allow him to easily and stably control a large area of ​​land with a small army."

Milton continued, "Yes, Lopez... or rather the other warlords in this country are clever. They came up with a solution that seems to solve all the problems, but everything comes at a price."

"First of all, Guatemala is a resource exporter and an industrial importer, so tariffs are stable. As for the salt tax, it's more like a poll tax; you have to pay it if you want to live. Government revenue has absolutely nothing to do with the people at the bottom of society. All the hard work in developing industry and other sectors won't increase their income; on the contrary, it will increase their fiscal expenditure and put the regime in a great predicament."

"On the contrary, the more they exert themselves to export raw materials and agricultural products and import foreign industrial goods, the more they frantically sell out the country, the more they can increase their fiscal revenue."

"Look...isn't this already the beginnings of a comprador?"

"The economic foundation of the López government determines that they can only act as compradors. Even if López is an ambitious person, he cannot let his regime commit suicide. At most, he can only let this comprador government start to fight between its own two brains."

Flora suddenly realized: "I see..."

Milton tapped on the bulletproof glass: "A very simple piece of evidence—during the most difficult time, the mass exodus of people from the Lopez-occupied territories, the unprecedented turmoil in Quetzaltenango, the annihilation of the army, and so on, did not result in Lopez's revenue decreasing by much."

"It seems to us that Lopez has done a lot of stupid things, is traitorous and sells out the country, and is an idiot... But on paper, what he has done will not weaken his regime; on the contrary, it may make it stronger."

"But in their eyes, I was the fool who went to all that trouble to collect the thankless 'garbage tax' that should have been sold to gangs and religions." "But it turns out that these taxes levied by gangs were just an enormous sum of money."

Even with the help of the system panel that amplified the income, and even with Milton borrowing some interest-free loans from drug dealers that didn't require repayment, it was still an incredible feat for just two small towns to support the income of a large area of ​​Lopez.

Flora followed Milton's example and knocked on the glass, saying, "We also levy taxes, but the taxes aren't as high. The gangs take 70%, and we only collect 20%. It seems like a huge burden, but for the people, their income has almost tripled!"

"No wonder they voluntarily pay their taxes, no wonder they support you so much... Damn, if it were me, I would support you too, and I would also want to voluntarily pay your taxes."

Milton continued, "And Lopez's approach has an even more fatal flaw—even if he subjectively wants to reduce the burden on the people, he will be surprised to find that he can't do it. If Lopez dares to lower the salt tax, gangs and cults will immediately seize that money, meaning that the burden is not reduced at all, and a source of income is lost for nothing."

This is why López's rule was so reactionary; the reason is simple—the more reactionary, the more money.

Flora and Brandon finally understood completely.

The more perceptive Flora keenly noticed a fatal flaw in Lopez's seemingly perfect plan—a military one: "Lopez's army has no capacity for self-sufficiency! Because these taxes are fixed, there's simply no way to expand!"

"Once the fight starts, Lopez will be attacking the existing resources and money. Once those resources are exhausted, the game will collapse instantly."

Milton smiled and nodded approvingly: "And we, because of our different economic foundation, grow stronger with each battle. Of course, this doesn't mean we can be militaristic; growing stronger with each battle means we have the ability to generate our own resources."

Brandon exclaimed excitedly, "So these so-called cults think they're so powerful, that the ruling class can't do without them. In reality, it's not that they're so powerful, but rather that Lopez's rule has given them this illusion."

"No wonder you crushed Lopez..."

“That’s right.” Milton could already see the town Riley had mentioned in the distance, so he got up to take control of the turret. “They still fantasize that they can continue to live the same life as before, that they can cooperate with me and continue their blissful days, that I will have to compromise after hitting walls everywhere. But in reality, under my rule, they are just a bunch of insects that should be shredded by bullets.”

"Kill them if you see them, just kill them all. Don't worry, there won't be any problems."

"If there truly is some blood-borne curse on this land, then let my armored vehicles and artillery shells eradicate it completely!"

"..."

……

Koreia Town.

It should have been close to dinner time, and people would either be going home to prepare food or going to the tavern to hire a chef to cook them a meal. However, many people were hungry and came to the vicinity of the town's church.

The group of people, dressed in tattered clothes, walked towards the church with mechanical steps.

The place is covered with all sorts of strange characters, which look quite eerie.

The story of a gold prospector from the neighboring town who accidentally unearthed the tomb of the Earth Mother priestess, was severely cursed, and died tragically in pain and despair despite medical treatment, has reached this place, causing widespread fear.

In the center of the church, a priest was kneeling before a statue of a god, silently praying, with a person who looked like a "zombie" beside him—this was the behavior of someone who had drunk ayahuasca, a drug, but the original Voodoo Church explained it all as "mysticism".

A mother holding her child, witnessing this scene, finally broke down in tears. She suddenly knelt down and kowtowed in the direction of the priest.

"Please, please save my child! He's still so young, he hasn't offended Mother Earth... Waaah... My child, how did he become so sick?"

"Please..."

In her hands was a crying child who looked like he had a fever.

There are no clinics or doctors in the town. When locals fall ill, they can only seek treatment from the priest. Whether the priest is successful depends entirely on his sincerity. If he is sincere, he will get better; otherwise, he will be devoured by the disease.

The priest suddenly opened his eyes, his gaze wide with anger, and looked at the mother.

"Your heart is not sincere!" the priest shouted angrily. "Your heart does not belong to Mother Earth. You came with ulterior motives. Mother Earth will not bless someone like you. She will punish you! She will curse you!"

The mother was terrified and started crying again.

"sorry Sorry!"

"I did not do it on purpose……"

"...I can make amends, I can repent to Mother Earth...I have a wedding ring!"

Greed flashed in the priest's eyes, but he still maintained his haughty attitude: "Ridiculous, the great Earth Mother would never care about worldly wealth."

The woman desperately explained, "This, this is just to prove my sincerity. Please, please accept it and save my child... He's still young, he has no relation to those gold prospectors. Please, Mother Earth, forgive him and let him live!"

The priest said coldly, "Everyone comes into this world with original sin and must constantly atone for it. The gold prospectors angered Mother Earth, and everyone needs to pay for it. Don't think it has nothing to do with you!"

"..."

Seeing this scene, the onlookers felt even more fear.

"Has the curse brought by those gold prospectors really spread here?"

"But we didn't do anything, so why did the curse spread here? Gold prospectors have never come here either."

"Didn't the priest say that we are all guilty, and that we should also bear the consequences of the gold prospectors' mistakes?"

"I just paid a huge sum of money yesterday... Ugh! It's all those gold prospectors' fault!"

"Keep your voice down. The gold prospectors have disturbed Mother Earth's slumber, and she is very angry now. Don't provoke her any further."

"poor child……"

"I hope I don't get that curse. I saw the photos, and they're terrifying!"

"..."

As the surrounding crowd whispered among themselves, the priest finally seemed satisfied with the mother's attitude as she continued to kowtow.

“Good.” The priest stood up. “Put your things in the offering box and bring your child over so I can see him. I can communicate with the Earth Mother, but the final outcome depends on you.”

Just as the mother stood up from the ground, thanking everyone profusely, and walked over with her child in her arms, a loud engine roared from the back of the town.

And the sand and dust that were blown into the sky!
The tranquility of the town was shattered by these steel behemoths.

When the priest saw the armored vehicle driving towards the church, a hint of fear flashed in his eyes—unlike those who had been brainwashed, he knew very well that he was deceiving people.

He really couldn't stop the shells!

However, when he saw the townspeople looking at him with the eyes of a savior, and when he thought of his supreme status in the town, the panic in his heart lessened a little.

The entire town is his follower, the entire town is his source of strength, and the entire town is under his control. If he were to kill him, all the townspeople would stand up against it!

No matter how powerful Milton is, he wouldn't dare to massacre a city!
To be honest, in everyone's mind, both Lopez and the newcomer Milton are extremely brutal, frighteningly so, but there is one big difference between them.

Lopez's brutality is reflected in numbers, such as breaking through a rebel defense line, storming into a village, and killing everyone in the village.

Milton's brutality was concrete; he would execute his opponents in horrific ways that no normal person could even conceive of.

The gruesome manner and manner of their deaths would chill anyone to the bone.

However, no one has ever heard of Milton committing any massacre.

So as long as the townspeople support him, and as long as he can get the whole town involved, he might be able to get Milton to compromise and cooperate.

The priest stood up, looking calmly and confidently at the approaching armored vehicle.

This action once again impressed the onlookers, who remarked that the priest was indeed worthy of the title, as he was not afraid of even such a terrifying-looking chariot.

Boom boom boom...

The armored convoy drew closer.

Just then, everyone noticed something was wrong—why were several human heads hanging from the front of the armored vehicle at the front of the line?!

Upon closer inspection, they were horrified to discover that the human heads hanging above looked extremely familiar!
Aren't they just the other three priests of the original Voodoo cult?!
Two of them came from other parishes, and the other was from their local church!
They left the town not long ago, saying they were going to preach in the cursed town of Mullulham to appease the Earth Mother's wrath.

But why were there people when they went there, but only heads were left when they came back?

They were all killed?!

Who, who would dare kill a priest of the original Voodoo cult, especially under such a powerful curse that had killed all the gold prospectors?!
Even the priest's face turned ashen.

Wow…

As the steel behemoth approached, the townspeople instinctively parted to make way for the terrifying figure inside to disembark.

Milton surveyed the area from the turret and found that no one was making any particularly aggressive moves, giving him no excuse to execute the enemy.

"Sigh, let's get off!"

After giving the order, Milton left the turret to observe and jumped off the armored vehicle.

After getting off the bus, Milton didn't even look at the townspeople. He went straight to the dilapidated church and walked around a woman holding a child.

“The offering box…” Milton nodded in satisfaction, pulled out his pistol, fired two shots at the lock of the box, and opened the cabinet. “Oh, quite a few good things? Not bad, not bad.”

The priest was startled by the gunshot before shouting, "Wait... what are you doing?!"

Milton, acting like a local bully, nonchalantly took things out of the offering box: "You primitive voodoo people are smuggling drugs on my turf, causing all sorts of trouble, owing a lot of taxes and fines, understand?"

Everyone who heard that was completely bewildered.

They drove over in armored vehicles, with the heads of priests hanging on them, all swaggering around, just to rob the offering boxes?

madman!

"You are blaspheming!"

Milton's head was throbbing: "I'm telling you, you priests, you learn a word and then you use it everywhere? Can't you come up with something original? I'm sick of hearing it."

"...What do you want to do?" The priest glanced around. "I'm calming the Earth Mother's wrath, I'm helping everyone remove the curse. Do you want to stop me? Do you want to kill everyone here?!"

The woman also looked at Milton and pleaded, "My lord, my lord... please don't do this! My child is dying of illness, and he has been afflicted with a curse. Please have mercy!"

Milton glanced at the child, touched him, and frowned, saying, "It's just a fever. Take an ibuprofen pill, then go to the hospital and it'll be fine. It has nothing to do with pollution."

"Alright, everyone get out of the way and don't get in my way."

The priest glanced at the heads hanging on the armored vehicles, his tone softening slightly, but he maintained a facade of authority: "I know why you came here... Everyone who first sits in your position thinks they are omnipotent and invincible."

"But the truth is, you need us."

“We can cooperate—you killed the devout followers of the Earth Mother, but if you sincerely repent, the Earth Mother and they in Heaven will forgive you.”

Milton silently emptied the offering box, then looked up and asked, "Is there anything else? That's all, not enough for the fine."

The priest gritted his teeth: "To take ill-gotten gains is to be cursed—if you are not afraid, then go ahead and take it!"

"Heh..." Milton had already sentenced the priest to death in his mind when he saw him trying to use the child to swindle money from the mother. He raised his gun and said, "Since your Earth Mother is so powerful, why don't you ask her if you'll get shot today?"

The priest was shocked and took a step back abruptly: "You dare?! Everyone here is a follower of primitive voodoo. This is our way of life, our tradition, our land. I don't need your presumptuous advice on how we should live!"

"We have lived here for a hundred years, and we will live here for another hundred years!"

Those who were more radical immediately shouted, "Yes!"

"Leave! Mother Earth's land has no need for you!"

"Leave! We have our own way of breaking the curse..."

Looking around, all I saw were opponents.

Even the less radical among them came to advise, "Sir, you should leave. Offending the Primitive Voodoo Cult will not end well. There have been people who have..."

Milton didn't look at him, but calmly said, "I am the 'Hell Tax Collector'."

Wow!

All the dissenting voices vanished instantly, and those who had just been radically demanding Milton leave subconsciously took several steps back.

"Hellish tax collectors!"
The supreme ruler of this land!
He returned with the heads of the priests, yet received no punishment or curse... further solidifying his reputation as the "tax collector of hell" and his terror.

Since the "Hell Tax Collector" dared to slaughter all the priests and drive his chariot to the church, it means he must not be afraid of the Earth Mother and must have a way to resist the curse...

Milton chuckled and said mockingly, "You see, your so-called reliance doesn't seem so reliable, does it? You rule with terror, and the consequence is that when greater terror arrives, people will decisively abandon you."

"And I am the greatest terror here."

"It is now, it will be in the future, it is while you are alive, and it will be after you die."

The priest looked at Milton with fear, not daring to say another word—for it was the truth, those who knelt before him out of fear also dared not approach Milton for the same reason.

They didn't even dare to say a word in rebuttal.

Milton continued, "Now, tell me, you bitch, is it yes or no?"

The priest hesitated for a moment, then said, "Yes..."

"allow!"

boom!
Milton pulled the trigger and hit the priest.

Before he died, he murmured, "'Hell Tax Collector,' no, you are, evil... wizard..."

Bang bang bang!
"Alright, I hereby declare that the curse is gone. Now, the only one you should fear is me."

Milton fired a few more shots at him before stepping on his head, turning to look at the terrified crowd, and calmly asked, "Who's in charge here? Come here."

No one in the crowd dared to move.

boom!
Milton fired another shot and asked, "Don't make me ask a third time."

Finally, a thin, trembling man stepped forward and replied, "I...I am...the Evil Wizard Commander. What are your orders?"

What the hell is all this nonsense...?

Milton mentally scoffed and instructed, "That priest just said that this place is full of followers of primitive voodoo, is that right?"

"No, no, no! It's yours now!"

“Stop talking nonsense,” Milton snapped. “Since you are all believers, you must know a lot about this religion. Come on, tell me about it in detail.”

“I will uproot this church from my land.”

P.S.: 10,000 words, update complete! Also, please, everyone, keep following! This data is so important!

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