Becoming a god by raising witches

Fini Sares said without changing her expression.

Locke felt it necessary to take the students to the church for a purification ritual upon returning.

Although the two spoke in hushed tones, the change in the group was still noticed by other observant students.

The red-haired girl, Sarah, was the second to discover Holman. Of course, she didn't know Holman's legend, but when she saw Holman, she involuntarily got goosebumps.

"Jayne, who is that girl? Why is she following us? Is she from town?"

Sarah started chatting with the male classmate who was closest to her.

The male student named Jayne turned around and, sure enough, saw Holman.

"What a pretty girl. Judging from her clothes, she must be a local. Maybe she's just passing by. Let me strike up a conversation with her."

As Jayne was about to strike up a conversation, Sarah covered her forehead with one hand and whispered,

"Jayne, don't go. We've just been through an adventure. How can we easily trust others at a time like this?"

“Sarah, we were only fooled once. Are you going to doubt the whole world? Besides, weren’t we saved by Rock Bemon?”

Jayne said nonchalantly.

Sarah couldn't dissuade him, so she could only follow him to the back of the crowd to talk to Miss Holman, who had suddenly appeared.

"Hello, are you a local?"

Jayne asked directly, without even introducing himself first.

Holman looked at him with a smile, but said nothing.

Meanwhile, Finney Sares and Locke, standing at the front of the crowd, were discussing a crucial moment.

"How do you cast a curse? If there were no restrictions on casting a curse, wouldn't everyone in the town be affected? Instead, everyone is staying indoors with the lights off and unwilling to come out."

Locke asked questions while also expressing his own views.

Fini Sares nodded slightly.

"That's right, wise master. Not everyone will fall for it. Unless you look back at Holman, she won't do anything even if she follows us all the way to the station. Well, communicating with her will only result in a worse curse. The townspeople probably already know this, so they never go out at night or turn on their lights. Holman likes to knock on doors with the lights on and use some kind of verbal seduction to lure them in."

At the same time, purple spots appeared on both Jayne and Sarah, who were watching Holman. Unbeknownst to them, these spots were spreading and forming strange runes.

A smile appeared on Holman's beautiful face, and her cherry-like mouth stretched wider and wider until it occupied half of her face, giving her a sinister and terrifying appearance.

"Stay, stay."

Holman extended an invitation, and runes quickly covered Jain and Sarah's bodies, causing them unprecedented pain and humiliation, as if they were experiencing the misfortunes Holman had suffered in his lifetime.

"what--"

Sarah cried out in pain, clutched her head, and squatted down on the ground, sobbing and begging not to come any closer.

Jane's situation was more serious than hers; she had begun looking for ways to end her life and seeking comfort through self-harm.

"What happened to them?"

"Sarah, Jayne, what's wrong with you two?"

The students noticed their classmate's unusual behavior and were both frightened and confused.

"Don't look back."

Locke warned, but people still looked back curiously, because Sarah and Jayne were walking behind, and the noise they made was hard to ignore.

Several students had already gathered around, asking about the two of them.

They naturally saw Holman's狰狞 (zhengning, meaning ferocious or hideous) face at that moment.

"Monster, monster—"

"It's an evil spirit!"

They screamed in alarm.

Locke broke out in a cold sweat, discovering that even more people had been afflicted by the curse.

Unfortunately, he did not learn the healing magic of the Life Cult.

Although Locke never liked to meddle in other people's business, as an investigator for the Bureau of Investigation, he certainly couldn't stand idly by when he encountered Ms. Holman, especially since each of these students was worth 1000 gold coins. Locke had no choice but to once again become the light of justice.

Furthermore, you can also practice your skills with Holman.

A malevolent spirit that keeps lingering in the town like this should at least be considered a B-level event, and should earn 10 merit points.

With that in mind, Locke decided to quickly deal with Holman and then take the cursed students back to Kosork for treatment.

This curse doesn't seem to be an instant-death curse; there should be a buffer period.

Locke quickly walked to the back of the crowd, blocking all the students behind him, leaving behind a magnificent and imposing figure.

At that moment, the students felt that Locke was incredibly reliable.

Many female students even developed feelings for him, feeling that Locke overlapped with their ideal of a hero.

However, just as Locke was about to show off his skills, Holman suddenly knelt down on the ground.

"Great Undead Lord, please allow me, the humble Holman, to follow you."

Huh? What's going on? The Undead Lord? Me?

Locke pointed to himself and suddenly remembered his passive skill, "Honor of the Dead." When the dead see you, they are always captivated by your charm and can't help but want to follow you.

Holman misunderstood himself, thinking he was some kind of undead lord.

Hearing Holman's words, the students were filled with turmoil.

Just moments ago they thought Locke, as a high-ranking sheriff, was reliable, but now they only felt that Locke was terrifying.

They had certainly heard the legend of Holman, and knew that Holman was a woman with a tragic fate who had been dead for 30 years.

The evil spirit before them claimed to be Holman, which was terrifying enough, but then she called herself Locke the Great Undead Lord! That made things even more horrifying.

They felt like lambs to the slaughter, destined to die either way.

"Locke Bemon, you...you, you are an undead?"

One of the boys was so frightened that he wet his pants again.

“I can explain this, Ms. Holman, please don’t slander me.”

Locke looked at Holman, who was kneeling on the ground with a humble expression, and asked...

"A few years ago, people from the church came to deal with an evil spirit curse in the town. How did you escape?"

“I did not escape. It was the mayor who pleaded for me because he didn’t want the priest of the Church of Life to kill me. That’s how I was able to stay in the town. The priest set a rule that I cannot appear during the day and can only come out at night.”

Holman said honestly.

"The mayor? Why would he plead for you?"

Locke frowned in confusion.

Holman shook his head. "I don't know either. I only know that my story has spread, and more and more outsiders are coming to the town. They always wander around during the day and stay in hotels at night."

It turns out that the town mayor was using Holman as a gimmick to attract fools to spend money, all in the name of developing a unique form of tourism.

What a heartless bastard who's willing to do anything for money! And most importantly, the priest at the Church of Life actually agreed. How much of a bribe did he receive?

Which priest?

Locke decided to report them as soon as he got back.

"Brandt Merton".

Holman still remembered the priest's name; her memory had always been excellent, especially after death.

Locke nodded and remembered the name.

How many people have you killed?

"645 people."

'215 people.'

Holman said guiltily that she felt the number was too low for the Undead Lord, so she doubled it, thinking that only in this way would the great Undead Lord take notice of her and take her away from the town.

This town was also a curse for her, because she could never leave it.

Locke's lips twitched as he listened to Holman's thoughts.

Two hundred people and they still think it's not enough? They even increased it to six hundred.

"Having killed so many people, you should have been prepared for this, right?"

Locke asked.

Holman looked up, startled.

Locke had already unleashed the Undead Flame, and the blue flames enveloped Holman.

The flames scorched Holman's body, and at the same time, they burned her soul.

"Why are you doing this to me, great undead lord?"

Holman let out a painful sound.

“I’ve already said, you’ve mistaken me for someone else. I am a high-ranking sheriff of justice, not some undead lord or necromancer. I don’t need you to follow me at all.”