In fact, in addition to the two witch believers, Locke and Crowe, there are still witch cultists who break through the encirclement of the player and sprinkle the ashes containing the power of the dead into the land of the cemetery.

Dead bodies manipulated by the power of the Dead Whisper have indeed appeared.

But—

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

"We've been fooled!"

Looking at the red lights that lit up like ghost fire in all directions, the hooded witch believer opened her mouth with a stunned face.

Then he only felt a blinding white light flash in front of his eyes, followed by an excited shout:

"I made it! Dude! I took a picture with the witch believer! No, I'm going to post a forum. ”

Hair forum? Take a group photo?

The two witch believers were stunned.

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

There were a couple of particularly daring players who rushed straight up and grabbed their hands and looked at the camera with scissor hands.

This inexplicable posture caused the witch believer's mouth to open wide in disbelief.

This... Isn't that right...? We are the spokesmen of the witch, the most terrifying existence in the Ivey Continent... You're not afraid that we'll forget it, and you're still running over and posing in such an inexplicable pose?

A witch believer's hands and feet were cold, and her whole body was shivering, and at the same time, an unbearable voice came out of her mouth:

"Humiliation... What a humiliation! We are witch believers on high! The one who brought scars and purification to the mainland! Witch-sama! Dead Whisper! Please punish these blasphemers! ”

This witch believer simply commanded the dead corpses around her to gnaw directly on the player's neck.

Originally, he wanted to use this to force the players who gathered around to take a group photo to be scared and retreat.

But—

"You let go! Why don't you let go yet! ”

There was finally a hint of fear on the witch's face.

Because he found that even if the player's flesh and blood were eaten by the dead corpse, they still persevered in pulling their robes with their hands, and at the same time shouted in a loud voice:

"Take a picture! I can't stand it! The health bar fell too fast! ”

"Buddies come one by one! There are some living dead people they summoned in the back, you can take a group photo, don't panic, we are all quality players, line up one by one. By the way, the dead brother should hurry up and run the corpse, let's take some more photos and just open the blame. ”

Their shouting at each other finally terrified the two witch believers.

"Are you not afraid of death?" Young, isolated, incredible, and pitiful voices spat out of the mouths of the witch believers.

But soon, this small voice was completely drowned out by the huge wave of players.

How can players who have already hunted mudfish to the point of vomiting now see a humanoid that is 'so finely modeled', so exciting?

After all sorts of strange shouts, the players pounced on them -

Even the corpses that were controlled by the power of the dead did not let go.

Except for this village... There are many other scattered hamlets, where witch believers have also encountered the player.

All of a sudden, various posts were sent out in the player forums.

'I've taken a picture! Dude! Attached is a photo of a witch believer looking at the camera in panic.

'The group photo is outdated! I've teamed up with more than a thousand brothers to walk the cute witch believer-chan and see what they want to do. The attached picture is a GIF of a witch cultist invading a small village at night.

'What are you! I've drawn all the books! The attached picture is a cute little girl from the anime department who exposes her snow-white skin in the robe of a witch believer.

With a shudder of the body, everything became boring. ’

Players have gone crazy.

Through the light screen, Simon could feel the cheerful atmosphere on their side.

Rather than a serious crusade, the outside of the Grey Moon Fortress has become a complete playground for players.

One thing to say, even Simon didn't expect things to turn out to be so happy.

The psychotic madmen of the witch believers probably didn't expect that there were people in the world who were not afraid of death at all, and could ignore the power of the 'dead words'.

Looking at the cruel and bloody witch believers' expressions of panic, bewilderment, annoyance, and humiliation.

Simon was relieved.

"I'm relieved to know you're not doing well."

Simon nodded in satisfaction.

He stood up and leaned on the windowsill to look out at the night scene.

The Grey Moon's lords and legions have all been inspected by Simon and Elletoa today.

Simon has the power to see through their 'dead words', and will soon be able to find those abnormal corpses.

And Elitoya raised her hand to release a wide range of magic spells, and if there was something wrong, she would find an excuse to leave it behind and deal with it afterwards.

Rao is Elitoya, as the supreme saintess, is also a little unbearable to frequently release such a huge range of divine arts.

Because of this, today she returned to the Earth Mother Church in the Gray Moon early to rest.

If only she had been in the past... It is estimated that it will take a long time to linger here with Simon before he is willing to leave-

"Now that you're all here, why don't you come out and meet me? The Old Witch... High Priestess of the Dead? ”

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

He turned, his gaze steady at the shadow in the corner of the study.

"Hey, hey, hey... Simon the Blasphemer... It seems that you do have the same secrets that no one knows. But..."

The tone of fanatical obsession sounded.

"You will never be recognized by the witch! I won't be favored by the witch. And this is also the sad place of people in the world. ”

Out of the shadows came a pale, emaciated figure.

It was a middle-aged man, his expression distorted, his complexion as pale as a dead corpse, and his bony fingers sliding out of his dark robes.

"......" Simon.

Okay, he didn't bother to waste his words with the other party.

Simon doesn't like to have to nag a lot before a fight.

Straight to the point.

"Tishala, come out and deal with your family's High Priest of the Dead."

Simon greeted dryly.

Listening to Simon's casual tone, the High Priest of the Dead Word, who had intended to make him taste despair and fear, was stunned.

The next moment-

The shrill cry of the High Priest of the Dead Word of distortion and resentment rang out:

"Simon the Blasphemer! How dare you, how dare you, how dare you... How dare you dare to dare ... How dare you call the witch so contemptuous! This、It's an insult... Insult to our faith in the witch! ”

Saliva flies, the brain spindles, the eyeballs bulged out, and the hands and feet trembled violently like epilepsy.

All these factors show the madness and uncoolness of the High Priest of the Dead Word.

His finger was raised at Simon!

The purple-black power of the dead word spreads through the floor, the ceiling... Quickly wound around Simon!

The next moment-

"Hey... How many times have I said it. Simon, don't call me when you smell of Earth Mother Magic. ”

The power of the dead word has stagnated.

Everything has lost its color.

A woman in an evening dress in the same color as a mourning dress has a gloomy gaze.

From the shadows... Step by step.