Kill through American horror, starting from the witches' coven

Freeloading makes people happy.

Especially when the freeloading ability is very good, this happiness is doubled.

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

He stopped and turned to invest the remaining shelter points into [Spirit].

Thus, the personal information is updated as follows:

[No.: 000]

[Name: Robb]

[Type: Human]

[Physique: 2.0]

[Spirit: 1.0]

[Ability: Control of fire; Mind control; Health]

[Introduction: ...]

Feeling the stronger power in his body than before, Robb took back the pistol and dagger, cut off the crocodile man's head and tied it to his waist, and climbed up the hillside.

It's time to go back for help.

…

Crackle~~

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

As time went by, a vast sea of ​​fire was formed, and the flames shot up to the sky, illuminating the night sky.

Fortunately, this is a swamp wetland with sufficient water, and the terrain restrictions prevented a large fire.

Even so, it caused great trouble to the cultists such as Jonah who were hunting.

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

But with the gradual depletion of their own mana and being brainwashed again, even if half of them were killed, there were still many cultists who were no longer as arrogant as before. They shuttled between the trees with great caution, firing cold guns while pressing step by step with the momentum of encirclement. The situation has gradually turned around.

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

Never underestimate the power of technology.

Even if you have powerful magic, a bullet that cannot be seen by the naked eye can kill you.

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

Compared with the witches in the dark ages, Madison and Zoe are undoubtedly very immature.

In contrast, the cultists in front of them are not as professional as witch hunters.

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

Just like a young man named Mike, although he did not run away under the roar of the crocodile man and Jonah's call.

But after witnessing his acquaintances being hit by bullets, burned by fire, or having their necks twisted, he still hid at the end of the team from the bottom of his heart. Occasionally, after randomly firing a shot forward, he immediately shrank behind a big tree, praying not to be seen by the witch's devilish eyes.

But he was guarding the front, but not paying attention to the back.

Click.

There was a sound of footsteps on fallen leaves behind him.

Mike thought it was just a companion coming over and turned around to ask.

Suddenly!

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

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

"This one worked."

Robb, who walked out of the darkness and was ready to finish off at any time, said lightly.

He was testing his ability to control his mind.

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 permanently change a person's mind.

With Robb's ability, at most the recipient can be affected for one or two seconds.

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

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

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

Under the stimulation of death, even if Robb instilled in them the cognition that nothing would happen after shooting, they would question and resist this cognition that was too contrary to common sense, forcing Robb to make up the blow to avoid alerting the enemy.

Robb was not disappointed.

After all, sometimes a detour can have the same effect.

With a 2.0 physique, he shuttled between the trees like a ghost.

He soon found two more cultists.

Aiming at one person, mind control was launched.

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 startled and adjusted the muzzle of the gun without thinking and shot at the other party.

The next second, his expression was 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 was swallowed by my book."

Robb walked out of the darkness and killed the other party with a knife.

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

I really envy the Supreme Witch's mana.

If the Supreme Witch is faked, I don't know if I can inherit her qualifications.

Fiona's delicate but old face flashed in Robb's mind.

Don't be too perverted.

She can be your grandmother.

Robb shook his head and looked at the remaining cultists. It's time to make a quick decision.

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

But...

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

Robb shouted loudly, while throwing the crocodile head that he had cut off and brought with him to the crowd of cultists.

The cultists who heard the noise looked over subconsciously.

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

Plop!

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 was blank, and his mouth, which was always eloquent, could not say a word.

Until someone shouted in horror:

"God is dead!"

It was as if the dam had been shut off.

At this moment, the faith of all the cultists collapsed rapidly.

"How can God die? God can't die."

"Impossible! Impossible!"

"This must be an illusion! It's a witch's trick!"

"Where is God? Why hasn't he shown up after so long?"

"God... is really dead!"

"..."

Disbelief, doubt, pain, despair, confusion, panic, etc. permeated the hearts of all the 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 fled in panic.

He hesitated for a moment, and the second and third quickly followed.

Soon, it turned into a big rout for everyone.

This even included the cult leader Jonah.