In fact, in addition to the two witch believers Locke and Cro, there are also old witch believers who break through the players' siege and sprinkle ashes containing the power of death into the land of the cemetery.

The dead bodies manipulated by the power of "Death Words" did appear.

but--

"What's going on?! Why are there so many people?"

"We're fooled!"

Looking at the red lights that were lit up like ghost fires in all directions, the witch believer in a hood opened his mouth and looked stunned.

Then he felt a dazzling white light flashing in front of his eyes, followed by an excited shout:

"I succeeded! Brothers! I took a photo with the witch believer! No, I want to have a ** altar."

**官网? Take a group photo?

The two witch believers were stunned.

But the thing that made them stunned was not over yet.

A few players with great courage rushed up and grabbed their hands, and looked at the camera with scissors.

This inexplicable posture made the witch believer open his mouth in surprise.

This...isn't it right...? We are the spokespersons of the witch, the most terrifying existence in the Ivy continent... If you are not afraid of us, you can't let it go, but you even run over to pose inexplicable posture?

A witch believer was chilling in his hands and feet, trembling all over, and at the same time, his mouth made an unbearable sound:

"Humiliation...What a humiliation! We are the noble believers of the witch! Those who bring scars and purify the mainland! Lord Witch! Lord Death Word! Please punish these blasphemers!"

The witch believer simply directed the dead body beside him to bite the player's neck.

He originally wanted to use this to force these players who surrounded him to take photos to fear and retreat.

But--

"Let go! Why don't you let go!"

A trace of fear finally appeared in the face of the witch believer.

Because he discovered that even though the players' flesh and blood were eaten by dead bodies, they still persisted in pulling their robe with their hands, and shouting:

"Take a photo now! I can't hold it anymore! The blood strips fell too quickly!"

"Brothers come one by one! There are some living dead people they summoned from behind, so you can take a photo. Don't panic. We are all quality players, line up one by one. By the way, the dead guy should be careful to run over quickly. Let's take some photos and start the monsters."

Their shouts at each other finally made the two witch believers finally feel scared.

"Aren't you afraid of death?" Young, lonely and helpless, incredible, and pitiful voice spit out from the mouth of the witch believer.

But soon, the tiny sound was completely overwhelmed by the huge wave of players.

Players who have already hunted mud fish and vomited now see humanoid monsters with such fine modeling. How can they not be excited?

After making all kinds of strange shouts, the players rushed up one after another—

Even the dead body controlled by the power of deceased speech was not spared.

In addition to this village... there are many other scattered villages, and the witch believers in those places have also encountered players.

For a time, all kinds of posts were posted in the player forum.

‘I’ve taken a photo! Brother!’ The attached picture is a photo of a witch believer looking at the camera in panic.

‘The photo is out of date! I have joined more than a thousand brothers, cute witch believers, to see what they want to do.’ The attached picture is a gif where witch believers invade small villages while the night is in the dark.

‘What are you guys? I have drawn all my books!’ The attached picture shows a cute little girl in a robe with a witch believer exposing her snow-white skin.

‘As my body shakes, everything becomes boring.’

Players are already crazy.

Simon could feel the happy atmosphere over them through the light screen.

Rather than saying it is a serious crusade mission, it is better to say that outside the Gray Moon Fortress has completely become a playground for players.

To be honest, even Simon didn't expect things to become so happy.

The witch believers and the lunatics probably did not expect that there are people in the world who are not afraid of death and who can ignore the power of "dead words".

Looking at the panic, confused, angry, and unbearable expressions of the cruel and bloody witch believers.

Simon was relieved.

"I feel relieved when you know you're not doing well."

Simon nodded with satisfaction.

He stood up and held the windowsill to look at the night view outside.

Today, Simon and Eritoya have found an excuse to inspect and inspect the people of Gray Moon.

Simon has the protection of seeing through their power to "dead words" and will soon find those abnormal dead bodies.

Alitoya raised her hand to release a large-scale magic. If something is wrong, she would find an excuse to keep it and deal with it later.

Even as the Supreme Saint, Elitoya was a little overwhelmed with the frequent release of such a huge range of magical techniques.

Therefore, today she returned to the Moon's Moon Church to rest early.

If she had been in the past... she would have to be with Simon for a long time before she was willing to leave-

"Since you've all been here, why don't you come out to see me? The old Witch Cult... the High Priest of the Dead Word?"

Simon, who was originally standing by the window, suddenly spoke.

He turned around and looked at the shadows in the corner of the study.

"Hehehe...Simon the blasphemer... It seems that you do have the same secret as the outside world said, but..."

The fanatical tone sounded.

"But you will never be recognized by the witch! You will not be favored by the witch. This is also the sad place for people in the world."

A pale figure came out of the shadow.

It was a middle-aged man with a distorted expression, pale skin as a dead body, and his skinny fingers slid out from under his dark robe.

“…” Simon.

OK, he was too lazy to waste his talk with the other party.

Simon doesn't like to have a lot of nagging before fighting with others.

Go straight to the topic.

"Tisara, come out to deal with your family's dead high priest."

Simon simply greeted.

Listening to Simon's casual tone, the High Priest, who had originally planned to let him taste despair and fear, was stunned.

Next moment—

The high priest of the Dead Words twisted, resentful and resentful screams rang out:

"Simon the blasphemer! How dare you, how dare you, how dare you... How dare you, how dare you, how dare you, how dare you, how dare you, how dare you, how dare you, how dare you, how dare you, how dare you, how dare you, so despise the Lord of Witch! This is an insult... insult our belief in the Lord of Witch!"

The saliva was flying, the brain marrow was trembling, the eyes were bulging out, and the hands and feet were trembling violently like epilepsy.

All of these factors show the madness and insolence of the Dead-Director High Priest.

His fingers raised to Simon!

The purple-black power of the dead voice spread through the floor, and the ceiling spread... quickly lingered towards Simon!

Next moment—

"Hey... I've said it many times. Simon, don't call me when you have the smell of the Earth Mother's magic."

The power of speech stagnates.

Everything has lost its due color.

The woman wearing evening dresses like mourning clothes, her eyes were cold.

Step by step out of the shadow.
Chapter completed!