Late at night, in the mountains of Ambarino.

Recently, there has been some commotion within the "Seventh Generation" sect. In the words of these cultists, an important assistant of "Shepherd" Virgil Edwards and a group of new recruits who have not yet been baptized have been attacked by evil forces.

The world was attacked, and they died heroically in the process of resisting the attack. Lord Obadiah Fitch, one of the "Twelve Prophets", was also used as a sacrifice by those evil people in exchange for ill-gotten gains.

In fact, on the whole, for the "Seventh Generation" sect with nearly a thousand members, the loss of more than twenty people is not even a serious injury. However, Obadiah Fitch was killed

The arrest was a heavy loss for the sect's leadership.

Generally speaking, in the absence of current leadership, most similar cult organizations will choose to hide and shrink and act in a low-key manner until relevant positions are replenished, and then resume their previous style of conduct.

But "Shepherd" Virgil Edwards had no such intention. Instead, in the name of "revenge" and "purification of the world," he issued an order to massively expand the sect's power. As a result, other cadres under him began to

There are active activities in the states of Barrino and New Hanover. Relying on a strict organizational structure and well-trained ability to demagogue people, the expansion of the sect's power has initially achieved results.

Tonight, in the Ambarino Mountains, many "Seventh Generation" believers gathered in the "Seventh Generation" sect under the call of missionary Bethany Delamere, one of the direct leaders of the sect's expansion activities.

Near a secret meeting point nearby, the purpose is to baptize new believers, engrave the holy marks, and convey the latest instructions from His Excellency the "Shepherd" to all the believers present.

And these, to an ordinary bounty hunter, are just irrelevant junk information. The information that a bounty hunter needs to care about is, as the name of this profession goes, the amount of the reward, and the location of the prey.

At this time, near the camp where the "Seventh Generation" sect members gathered in the Ambarino Mountains, Brandy, wearing a black suit and a bright red tie, was quietly hiding in the dense bushes, observing the situation in the camp with a telescope

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"1, 2, 3, 4..." He observed while nodding his head in a murmur, "43... It seems that there are quite a lot of little lambs gathering in this area."

Brandi put down the telescope and thought: "These people are all equipped with weapons. It is absolutely unrealistic to fight head-on. Moreover, it is impossible to determine the specific location of the target now. If the noise is too big and the enemy is alerted, this will

The deal was ruined."

After Brandi analyzed the situation, he immediately determined his plan. He quietly moved to Da Li who was tied not far away, took off the bow and arrow given to him by Charles from the horse, turned his head, and looked at the evil

In the brightly lit camp, the believers said softly: "Let you see what a silent assassin is."

Cultist camp.

William Peterson was originally an honest and conscientious miner in Annesburg. His wife was engaged in washing clothes in the town's laundry room. They also had a son, who was a smart boy. This

Although the family of three is not rich, and can even be said to be in poverty, they are fortunate enough to be able to maintain their lives, and their little life is also very warm.

Unfortunately, the good times did not last long. Someone died in the mine, and it was the foreman who died. The three Russo brothers who had a very bad relationship with the foreman committed the crime. However, by this time, they had already escaped. It is said that the three men were later arrested.

Then he escaped from prison, formed a gang with each other, went further and further on the road of crime, and was even offered a very high reward by the federal government. However, these had nothing to do with Peterson.

He only knew that after this incident occurred, the remaining miners in the entire mine were investigated by the police. Although he was not registered with the sheriff, due to his always good-natured character, he was suspected

There was collusion with the Russo brothers. So, on the fifth day after the murder, he lost his job.

Having lost their job and reputation, the Peterson family had no place to stay in Annesburg, and the family of three had no choice but to live in the mountains and wilderness near Annesburg.

After a month of lack of food and clothing, his son starved to death in his wife's arms.

And his wife also went crazy. This woman who was once talked about by the people of Annesburg for her beauty became a disheveled and delirious madman after that night, and disappeared in Anbari on a stormy night.

In the vast virgin forest of Nuozhou.

Since then, legends of ghosts have appeared in the primeval forests of New Hanover and Ambarino, and at the same time, a man looking for ghosts has also appeared.

He found her many times and lost her many times.

He once found her by the Moonstone Lake. At that time, she was lying in front of the steaming hot spring pool, drinking hot spring water with excessive sulfur content. He grabbed her, but she broke away from him and escaped.

, like a frightened wild wolf.

He once found her in the cave hidden behind the Paradise Pool waterfall. At that time, she was rolling in pain in the heavily polluted stream. Her skin had been horribly polluted and she was no longer human, like a terrifying monster. He

He carried her dying body back to his temporary camp, but after just one night, she disappeared.

The last time he and she met was in the primitive deep forest near the Viking cemetery. At that time, she had completely turned into a crazy beast, cooperating with a group of wild wolves, trying to hunt him down. He didn't want to kill her, he

He even wanted to die just like that so that he could be reunited with his wife and children in heaven, but his survival instinct made him raise the machete he carried.

One knife, another knife, until all the living creatures except him were chopped into a pile of flesh, then he fell to his knees in despair and cried loudly.

He didn't know how long he wandered in the virgin forest, and no one knew that the people who were rumored to be looking for ghosts eventually became ghosts.

Until one day, he fainted in front of a group of people wearing strange clothes. When he woke up again, he naturally regarded these strangers as his brothers and sisters.

He accepted their crazy teachings and believed in it. He firmly believed that everything he experienced was caused by this evil and filthy world, and this world needed people like them to reshape it with blood and fire.

Now, what he needs to do is to stick to his post, patrol the area he is responsible for, and ensure the safety of other companions in the camp.

There seemed to be something strange in the depths of the dense forest not far away.

Peterson was keenly aware that something was wrong, but he was not sure whether the movement came from a threat. So, he picked up his gun and cautiously approached the unusual jungle.

Peterson walked into the dense forest, which was as quiet as a wilderness night.

He thought it was his imagination, until the next second, a rope strangled his neck tightly.

"Relax, relax," the voice behind him was like a nightmare, "Don't struggle, don't resist, think about the good things you have experienced, think about your family, whether you have lost them or not, think about heaven, bliss,

Or anywhere like that.”

Peterson became more and more out of breath, but his consciousness was relaxed and light as never before. The resentment and hostility accumulated from his past experiences and his misdeeds after joining the religion seemed to be gradually disappearing as his consciousness dissipated.

In a daze, he seemed to see his wife and children. His son was still as smart and energetic as ever, and his wife holding his hand was as young and beautiful as when he first met.

The struggle of the body in his arms gradually weakened, and the stiff body slowly softened. Brandy slowly retracted the rope, stretched out her hand to detect the strange man's breath, which was very weak, but fortunately it was still there.

"It seems you listened to what I said," Brandi leaned down, looked at the man who was strangled, and said, "When you are suddenly strangled, if you relax, you might be able to avoid death."

As a result, no one in the camp noticed that a familiar companion was missing from the camp.

It was as if none of them noticed that their companions were being knocked down one by one by an elusive black shadow, dragged away, and hidden out of sight.

Brandy tiptoed to a tent, grabbed a stone from the ground, and quietly threw it out. In the camp, a congregant who was sitting by the fire to warm up heard an unusual noise. He stood up and made a noise toward

go in the direction.

He walked up to the thrown stone, picked it up, looked at the stone with some doubts, and then looked around, but when a vague black figure just appeared in his field of vision, a gun was pulled on his neck.

Sharp arrows penetrated.

Brandi leaned over and walked over to the cultist he had just killed, pulled out the arrow from his neck, and groped up and down the man's body for a while, but found nothing useful except a few coins.

.

He kicked the body away and raised his head. There was only one person left sleeping beside the fire nearest to him. Although there were several people nearby performing their duties, no one noticed.

there.

So, Brandi nocked an arrow and shot an arrow through the head of the congregant who was nodding unconsciously. Then, as before, he quietly walked to the corpse, pulled out the arrow, and groped around the corpse.

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Suddenly, he heard footsteps approaching, and now it was too late to evacuate, let alone hide the body.

After finishing his patrol, Kevin Cooper changed his shift and returned to his camp, ready to have some wine and relax with his friends Peter and Jefferson.

However, when he returned to the warm fire, he did not see his two friends. If they were not assigned to the shift, where could they go now?

Kevin didn't think much about it, and sat down on the ground, ready to take a good rest, but when he got down, he sat down on a puddle of wet stuff.

He stood up like an electric shock and realized that he had indeed sat on a puddle of liquid just now. He squatted down and dipped a little on his fingers. Under the light of the fire, he found that his fingers were dyed a bright red color.

Kevin realized something was wrong. Speaking of which, when he came back all the way, he found that there seemed to be a lot less people in the camp. He originally thought it was an illusion, but now it seems that something terrible is happening.

Just as he was about to shout out, a pair of extremely powerful arms tightened around his neck. He struggled and coughed, trying to at least let out a little shout to attract the attention of his companions nearby, but the next second, he

He was dragged into the tent behind him. In a daze, he saw little Peter lying in the tent with his eyes closed and a terrible penetrating wound on his head.

He felt that his throat had been cut open with a sharp instrument. It hurt a little, but it was not as painful as he imagined. What really frightened him from the bottom of his heart was that he clearly felt that life was frantically flowing out of his body.

"So those people whose throats I cut felt like this before they died?" This thought came to Kevin's mind at the moment before he became unconscious.

Brandy put her hunting knife back into its sheath and gently wiped the liquid flowing from her head. It was the mixture of her own sweat and the enemy's blood.

He quietly walked out of the tent and hid himself in the darkness again before other congregants noticed anything strange.

After several such assassinations, the camp, which originally had dozens of people performing their duties, turned into a death place filled with the smell of blood and corpses.

However, when the number of people in the camp dropped sharply to a dozen people, some people began to find clues one after another. Of course, a camp that originally had forty-three people inexplicably lost more than half of its people, and the remaining

If no abnormality is found in any living person, it's probably because there's something wrong with the brain.

However, these people had almost no chance to make a sound, and were executed one by one by Brandi in various ways, so that when the last person left in the camp discovered the abnormality, there was no conscious living person in the camp except him.

No more left.

Scott Valentino looked with horror at the young man standing opposite him, holding a revolver and aiming it at him.

The man's black suit and the white shirt inside his coat were stained with blood, like a devil walking out of the depths of hell. The color of the bright red tie he wore at his collar became even brighter in the firelight.

Scott only held a rusty knife in his hand, and his revolver was sitting in the open space a few meters away from him.

"Seeing as your clothes are different from everyone else here, you should know more than them," the man who looked like a ghost from hell said, "You have three chances to tell me what Bethany Delamere is doing now.

s position."

"You...who are you?"

"One sentence."
To be continued...