Kill through American horror, starting from the witches' coven.

Prostitution makes people happy.

Especially when the ability to get something for free is very good, the joy is doubled.

Afterwards, Robb tried to continue adding points to [Physique], but was reminded that after the attribute reaches 2.0, every 0.1 increase in the attribute will cost double the cost, that is, 20 shelter points.

He paused, and instead invested the remaining containment points into [Spirituality].

In this case, the personal information is updated as follows:

[Number: 000]

【Name: Robb】

[Type: Human]

【Physique: 2.0】

【Spirituality: 1.0】

[Abilities: Fire control; Mind control; Health]

【introduce:……】

Feeling a stronger force than ever before, Robb retrieved his pistol and dagger, cut off the crocodile man's head and tied it around his waist, then climbed up the hillside.

It's time to return for help.

……

crackle~~

In the dark night, raging flames raged through the dense forest.

As time went by, a vast sea of ​​fire was formed, with flames shooting up into the sky, illuminating the night sky red.

Fortunately, this is a swamp wetland with plenty of water, and coupled with terrain restrictions, it does not cause a major fire.

Even so, it caused great trouble to Jonah and other cultists who were hunting them.

Although Madison and Zoe had the upper hand at the beginning and achieved great results.

But as their own magic power gradually dried up and they were brainwashed again, even though half of the cultists were killed, there were still many who were no longer as arrogant as before. They moved cautiously between the trees, firing cold shots and closing in on the enemy with an encirclement. The situation was gradually turning around.

If it weren't for the sea of ​​fire in front of them, the battle might have ended faster.

Never underestimate the power of technology.

No matter how powerful your magic is, a bullet that cannot be seen by the naked eye can take your life.

Otherwise, ordinary people like witch hunters would not have been tirelessly hunting witches for hundreds of years, instead of being wiped out by them.

Compared to the witches of the Dark Ages, Madison and Zoe are undoubtedly immature.

In contrast, the cultists before them were not as professional as the witch hunters.

Although they are extremely pious to the crocodile people, it does not mean that everyone is brave, fearless and self-sacrificing.

Just like a young man named Mike, who did not run away despite the crocodile man’s roar and Jonah’s call.

But after witnessing his acquaintances being hit by bullets, burned by fire, or having their necks broken, he still hid at the end of the team. Occasionally, he would follow the crowd and fire a shot forward, then immediately shrink behind a big tree, praying not to be seen by the witch's devilish eyes.

But he was guarding against the front and not paying attention to the back.

Click.

The sound of footsteps on fallen leaves could be heard behind me.

Mike thought it was a companion coming over and turned around to ask without paying any attention.

suddenly!

His eyes froze, his hands moved, he pointed the muzzle of the double-barreled shotgun at his chin and pulled the trigger.

After a "bang", the head shattered like a watermelon falling to the ground.

“This one was successful.”

Robb walked out from the darkness, ready to finish off the enemy at any time, and said lightly.

He was testing his mind control abilities.

Mike was not the first, but he was the only one who successfully committed suicide under his influence.

The so-called mind control does not mean permanently changing a person's mind.

With Robb's ability, the most he could do was affect the recipient for one or two seconds.

In addition, the will of the recipient and the things implanted in the recipient's mind and asked him to do will also affect the duration of mind control.

For example, when Madison asked him to lick her, he quickly broke free after being licked.

Just like the other experimenters just now, Robb asked them to shoot themselves. Except for Mike, who had been hiding in the back and was obviously frightened, everyone else refused at the last minute and woke up early.

Under the stimulation of death, even if Robb instilled in them the idea that nothing would happen after shooting, they would question and resist this idea that went too far against common sense, forcing Robb to finish off the enemy in order to avoid alerting them.

Robb was not disappointed.

After all, sometimes taking a detour can be just as effective.

With a 2.0 physique, he moved among the trees like a ghost.

He soon discovered two more cultists.

Aim at a person and initiate mind control.

In an instant, when the cultist who was the target looked at his companion, he suddenly found that the other party had turned into a witch.

He was so frightened that he adjusted the muzzle of the gun without thinking and shot at the other party.

The next second, he looked dazed, and when he looked again, the witch was gone, replaced by his companion lying in a pool of blood.

"Oh my God! What's going on?" he said in disbelief.

"Go to hell and ask your God. Oh, I almost forgot, it got swallowed by my book."

Robb walked out of the darkness and killed the opponent with one knife.

He rubbed his brows, having contributed to the earth's population crisis. Although his spirituality had improved a lot, it was still not enough after several consumptions.

I really envy the Supreme Witch's mana.

Speaking of the Supreme Witch Fake, I don’t know if I can inherit her qualifications.

Fiona's delicately made-up but old face flashed through Robb's mind.

Don't be too perverted.

She can be your grandmother now.

Robb shook his head and looked at the remaining cultists. It was time to end the battle quickly.

It's not like a humanoid Gundam fighting alone against many enemies.

But...

"Hey!!! Your great God has come to comfort you, come and see!"

Robb shouted loudly as he threw the crocodile head that he had specially cut off and brought with him into the crowd of cultists.

The cultists who heard the noise looked over subconsciously.

Then, they saw the crocodile man's huge head, which appeared particularly clear under the reflection of the sea of ​​fire.

thump!

The crocodile man's head fell from the air and landed right at the feet of Jonah, the leader of the cult.

The latter stared at it blankly, his mind went blank, and his usually eloquent mouth couldn't utter a single word.

Until someone shouted in horror:

"God is dead!"

It was as if the dam had been pulled.

The faith of all the cultists collapsed rapidly at this moment.

"How can God die? God cannot die."

"Impossible! Impossible!"

"This must be an illusion! A witch's trick!"

"Where is God? Why hasn't he shown up in such a long time?"

"God... is really dead!"

"..."

Disbelief, doubt, pain, despair, confusion, panic, etc. permeate the hearts of all cultists.

God is dead, and no one has the courage to continue fighting the enemy who killed God.

When the first cultist turned back and ran away in panic.

After just a moment's hesitation, the second and third people quickly followed.

Soon, it turned into a major defeat for everyone.

This even includes the cult leader Jonah.

Chapter 43: The Witches Victory Over the Cultists

The extremes must be reversed.

Faith can bring people infinite courage.

However, if it collapses, it will be an unprecedented disaster.

Like now.

After the crocodile man's head was brought in and performed a great service.

In the following time, Robb no longer needed to hide himself. He chased after the defeated cultists and easily harvested lives one after another.

No one turned back to resist.

Even if they have guns, even if they outnumber them.

Those who were caught up by Robb and could not escape could only cry and beg for their lives, completely lacking the courage they had in the past to fight against the crowd alone.

Robb finally understood why, throughout history, the greatest casualties in a war often occurred when one side was defeated.

He showed no mercy.

Over the years, every cultist whose hands have been stained with blood deserves to die.

As for handing it over to the police?

forget it.

Not to mention how long the lawsuit will take, would it expose the fact that they are wizards?

Therefore, let me, the loving father of the American people, personally uphold justice.

He shot the man in front of him in the head. When Robb looked forward, he saw a bald head shining in the moonlight.

Robb greeted happily, "Boss, don't be in a hurry to leave! Thank you for guiding us to such a surprising and adventurous place."

The bald boss, Jonah, trembled all over.

No longer as friendly as before, he didn't even dare to respond and just ran forward desperately.

But, I heard footsteps getting closer behind me.

He finally couldn't help but look back and shouted in horror:

"devil!!!"

……

the other side.

When they found that the enemy was in chaos and began to flee, Madison and Zoe guessed that it was most likely Robb's doing. They didn't just sit there and picked up the stolen hunting rifles, rushed out and beat the enemy to relieve the pain of being besieged.