Parr wiped his hands clean.

Whether he had been apprenticed under George for three months, a priest at Firth Cathedral earlier, or now Tyre's most trusted deputy at the White Lion Society, he was only for one thing - revenge.

His goal at this stage is to destroy the expansion of the Primordial Flame in England, and he needs to constantly attenuate the power of the Primordial Flame.

His obsession was so strong that even if he died, the parasite closest to him would inherit his will, driven forward by the fire of hatred.

The ascension brought by the death of their race is not simply one plus one, but an all-round increase in transformation ability, interference ability, mental power, talent, skill, and the more memories inherited, the more power each new memory brings.

But he would rather never add any more strength than receive the memories of his kind.

The hatred of their race is important, but every living member is his closest compatriot.

And his current strength is strong enough, except for the inability to interfere with matter, he has almost no flaws, and the scope of interference of his ability has almost covered the entire continent.

When disguised as George's disciples, his titular parents will have complete memories of his new son's past, even if they are far away in other cities.

It's just that there are still a few limits to his abilities, and for people with strong mental strength and will, he can't become an identity that is too important to them, and makes them fear or fear.

He couldn't make George think of himself as Arthur's brother, but he could make him feel like he was George's apprentice, and he wouldn't be suspicious at all.

The only loophole is that there is no way to alter the actual substance, so someone smart enough may be able to deduce his anomaly from the clues, but it is also difficult to determine what his problem is.

Not to mention, every few months, he will change his identity, not only that, but he will also carefully select new identities, for example, one of the fourteen deputies of the White Lion Club, is an identity mysterious enough that it is not easy to cause others to suspect.

Well, it's time to clean up the body of Chinton, and the little bugs that pass by.

Abbott covered his mouth tightly, hiding his figure through the leaves, not daring to make any sound.

In order to celebrate the graduating students, Abbott went out of town to find out if there were any small prey to catch and barbecue.

Before he became a teacher in the city, he was also an excellent cook in his hometown, and the hunters in the town would take him on hunting from time to time, just to be able to enjoy the food during the hunt.

But he saw a horrific scene that he had never heard of before.

His clumsy body began to tremble uncontrollably, and the screams of horror were stuck in his throat and could not be spit out.

The man put his hand into Father Barton's lower abdomen, but deftly ensured Father Barton's barely survival, and after a long speech, in the midst of the mad and contented laughter, his spine was pulled alive.

It's like plucking off the tentacles of an insignificant little bug.

Seeing this, Abbott finally couldn't take it anymore and gritted his teeth, trying to use this method to redeem his close to collapse of his sanity, and begged the goddess not to let him notice him.

The goddess did not seem to hear his supplication.

Parr turned his head and walked straight towards Abbot's place.

Abbott wanted his brain to tell himself that the best thing to do now was to turn around and run, or to take the shotgun out of his back, but his body couldn't do that.

Beyond normal fear and uneasiness rose in his heart, causing him to lose control of the motor center.

The seemingly ordinary murderer's form also became erratic in his eyes, and Abbott vaguely realized that although the creature in front of him had the appearance of a human, it might not even be an organic life.

It is a terrible creature hidden in the deepest nightmares, an evil race beyond the comprehension of human consciousness.

It was an ugly monster that Goddess Gaphnan would be disgusted with when she saw it, a vicious creature that should be burned alive by the flames.

It was his distant cousin, Parr.

They are hunting together and preparing to surprise the children in the city.

Parr patted him on the shoulder and asked:

"How's this red deer?"

Abbott followed Parr to the deer, and he seemed to be able to tell the strong emotions on the deer's face before he died.

It's not just unwilling, there seems to be a hint of anger, but under what circumstances will the deer be angry?

He bent down, the lower part of the red deer's abdomen had been cut open by Parr with a knife, but the incision seemed to be a little rough, not like the technique of a watch he remembered, and there were fragments of deer bones scattered on the ground.

Albert widened the opening with a knife and plunged his hand into the warm belly of the deer, painstakingly removing the sticky and slippery liver of the red deer:

"It's been a long time since I've hunted, and it's hard to get a deer liver, but today the children can eat charcoal-grilled deer liver, which is a good delicacy. ”

Parr also smiled and said:

"The kids are going to be happy, but it's not enough, so why don't you cut some meat, and remember to put it in a bag, don't take it out of school easily, or it will scare the kids." ”

Abbot nodded and said:

"Of course, you can't scare the little ones. ”

Parr nodded in satisfaction:

"Go back after you've cut the meat, I'm still trying to find a way to sell the deerskin. ”

Abel nodded:

"Goddess bless, it seems that this parting banquet will not be too bad. ”

Parr suddenly stopped Abbott, who wanted to leave:

"Goddess, is it Gaphnan?"

Abbott says:

"That's right, cousin, I became a monk of the Primordial Flame since I came to Firth, running the school for them, don't you know?"

Pal said thoughtfully:

"I see, you're out of luck. ”

Abbott was about to say something, but a strong feeling of nausea suddenly surged through his brain, and he looked at his feet, and it was not a red deer lying on the ground, but Father Barton, who he was familiar with, and there was a huge opening in his upper body.

He had just cut it with his own hands.

The bag smelled of fresh human organs, and he retched uncontrollably.

Parr said words he couldn't understand:

"I don't like humans, but I don't usually kill people, but unfortunately, you're on my target list. ”

Fear invaded Abbott's sanity:

"What the hell are you!"

"Monsters. With that, Parr pulled out Abbott's heart.