Branson, who had been pierced through the waist and abdomen by the broadsword 'Ten Thousand Generals', was under fire all around him, and his left hand struggled to lift a syringe gun that had been hidden in his clothes, and a multi-legged creature that couldn't stop hitting the wall of the tube in the intubation of the syringe gun seemed to be rioting impatiently.

Wu Fei immediately clamped Branson's left hand holding the injection gun with one hand like iron tongs, and when the needle of the injection gun was less than two centimeters away from his skin, he forcibly killed Branson's intention in the impact of the air flow on Branson's back, and no matter how Branson tried to control the air flow with his exhausted consciousness to open Wu Fei, it was useless, Wu Fei would never let go of his hand, because Wu Fei knew that there was only one chance at the moment, and once he lost it, he would let Branson inject that thing. It would be much more difficult to create an opportunity like this one again.

"Wu Fei, did you deliberately not stab the key point because you wanted to ......" The voice of the Demon Book suddenly realized sounded from Wu Fei's sea of knowledge.

"That's right."

As soon as Wu Fei's voice fell in the sea of consciousness, in addition to continuing to maintain the clamp of his left hand on Branson's right hand, his right hand released the handle of the Great Sword General, and began to make his right hand flash with bursts of golden brilliance under the active control of his own consciousness.

"You're going to be my first test subject." Wu Fei said, his right hand, shrouded in a crescendo of golden light, pressed on the top of Branson's head.

"Soul Mastery."

With a low mutter, the golden energy on his right hand began to rush down Wu Fei's hand, and surged into Branson's skull area from Branson's wide open eyes, nostrils, ears, and mouth, like a yellow dragon.

After the golden energy broke into Branson's skull all the way, it began to crush Branson's already weakened and disordered consciousness due to the overuse of the ability, and began to forcibly transform his brain and penetrate all the way into his soul, starting the essential transformation of his soul from the deepest depths.

"What is this!? Not ――――――! ”

Branson's soul couldn't help but struggle with all his strength to flee in all directions, trying to get rid of the domineering golden energy from Wu Fei's right hand, but no matter how hard he tried to preserve his consciousness and soul, he couldn't escape the ubiquitous golden energy that completely surrounded his consciousness and soul.

In the end, no matter how Branson stubbornly struggled, his soul was still unavoidable, and the golden energy controlled by Wu Fei was completely imprisoned in the cage, and the consciousness belonging to Branson began to tend to absolute surrender to Wu Fei in his extremely unwilling roar.

In the outside world, Branson's body twitched like a struggle, and his soul also tended to stabilize, and after Wu Fei confirmed his absolute control of Branson's soul, he let go of his left hand and pulled out the big knife 'Ten Thousand Generals', and almost at the same time, more than ten souls were fused into a thick soul mist, so that it was just attached to Branson's wound.

In just three minutes, Branson, a once fanatical believer, had already surrendered to Wu Fei's feet, and lay in place under Wu Fei's order to wait for the wound to heal, Wu Fei was also a little nervous about this, because he had to ensure that Branson could not escape from the situation, but also to ensure that he would not be stabbed in the fatal point, which felt like a first-time surgeon, and he must be 100% accurate.

But Wu Fei also felt it. Soul control', after the use of this soul witchcraft, his entire soul was torn apart in unspeakable pain and had to sit on the ground, and after resting for two hours with soul nourishment, he barely recovered some of his ability to act, otherwise Wu Fei couldn't even lift his fingers, during which the killing angel team led by the succubus Isabel was still fighting with the mutant soldiers of the 301 Tomahawk Unit, but under Wu Fei's order, it just remained flat, just because Wu Fei still had to try.

"Wu Fei, you just did what the previous Witch Spirit Great Yanjing couldn't do, the first time you used soul control, you were perfectly successful, and the other party is still a fanatical believer, you really have you." The magic book also pinched a cold sweat in Wu Fei's sea of knowledge, and said with a sigh of relief at this time.

"Just because I know that he is a fanatical believer, I have to go to such great lengths to weaken his consciousness first and make his consciousness fall into a state of exhaustion, now, let's try it." Wu Fei responded in the sea of knowledge.

Then, Wu Fei turned around and squatted beside Branson, looking at Branson's absolutely loyal eyes looking at him, Wu Fei nodded with satisfaction and slowly opened his mouth.

"Now, order all the soldiers to cease all their actions." Wu Fei said slowly.

Branson nodded and closed his eyes, and when Branson opened his eyes again, there was no more screaming or gunfire from the mutant soldiers of the 301 Tomahawk Unit in the low-slung shack area of the X-7 Vault.

"Have all the soldiers rally around me." Wu Fei continued to command.

Branson did so without hesitation.

Not long after that, the Killing Angel Team returned to Wu Fei's side first, and although they were puzzled, they were always vigilant about the remnants of the 301 Tomahawk Force that surrounded them, with less than a hundred people left.

"Order all soldiers to carry their guns." Wu Fei commanded.

Under Branson's control, all the mutant soldiers literally raised their assault rifles.

"The muzzle of the gun is pointed at your own head." Wu Fei gave an unhurried order under the incredulous gaze of the Killing Angel Group.

All the mutant soldiers did so at the same time, leaving no room for resistance to Branson's orders, which controlled their actions.

"Pull the trigger." After Wu Fei gave an indifferent order like a 'butcher'.

The sound of gunshots that rang out almost at the same time made Wu Fei get up and look around with satisfaction.

Around Wu Fei, the mutant soldiers of the 301 Tomahawk Unit, who were standing in a circular encirclement, fell into the pool of blood like dominoes after firing a shot in their own heads.

"Lord...... Master...... Is this the power of soul witchcraft? The succubus Isabel was still full of disbelief, but at this time, she suddenly remembered the soul witchcraft that Wu Fei had mastered, and it was obvious that Wu Fei controlled the soul of their commander.

"It's just the beginning, but that feels...... It's like dying and coming back to life. Wu Fei said, turning his head to look at Branson and asked again.

"Now, tell me everything you know, including who is in command of your 301 Tomahawk Force, as well as your establishment, how many troops you currently have, and what your next plan is, all of them will be said word for word." Wu Fei's inquiry was like a direct order from the Holy Lord to Branson at this time, making him unsuspecting.

"Our commander is President Farris, and the entire 301 Tomahawk Force was secretly founded by President Faris in the Pacific Naval Base after the Second Apocalypse."

Branson's words made Wu Fei's eyes light up.

"Go on." Wu Fei ordered.

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