Miss Witch's Devotion Has Gone… Twisted-Chapter 196: The Lamb

"All your struggles are futile."

The old man watched Loren's resistance, but even now he hadn't seen a trace of nervousness on Loren's face.

If the mastermind behind the scenes really was an angel of the God of Confusion, Loren would indeed have a bit of a headache.

But that didn't mean he would fear these Happiness Believers. One solution couldn't be used, but Loren still had at least three other solutions.

"These people maintaining the ritual can't move and can't resist. Do you know what they resemble?"

The old man didn't respond. He had an ominous premonition.

Seeing no one playing along, Loren directly gave the answer:

"Sacrificial offerings."

The barrier's color grew deeper and deeper. Movila felt fear, and regret:

"Master Mentor... I shouldn't have dragged you into this... If there's a chance, I'm willing to give everything I have to compensate you..."

"Don't jinx it like that..."

Loren peeled Movila off himself one by one, then took off his black robe and spread it on the ground.

"Movila, cover your ears. Don't listen to what I say next."

"Okay."

Seeing Loren so calm, Movila gradually calmed down too. She followed Loren's instruction, using her wings to block her ears, looking rather comical.

"God of Greed, Pluto of the Devouring Abyss!"

As Loren uttered the name of the God of Greed, the barrier suddenly began to tremble. Sweat beaded on the foreheads of the several believers maintaining the barrier; they were straining more and more.

The black robe Loren had spread on the ground began to glow. The runes written on it in advance started to shine.

"I ask you to gaze upon this place. I hereby offer these evil god cultists to you. I'm giving them to you for free. This time, I want nothing in return!"

Offering sacrifices to Outer Gods was this simple. No lengthy chants were needed, no special incantations required. One just needed to communicate with Them.

Pluto was as efficient as ever. As soon as the words were spoken, starlight enveloped Loren and all the Happiness Believers maintaining the ritual. Even under the sun's glare, the starlight remained dazzling.

The seemingly indestructible blood-red barrier vanished suddenly, as if erased by an eraser, disappearing along with those believers who had been maintaining the ritual.

Seeing Loren freed, they didn't feel fear, only confusion. It seemed the God of Happiness wasn't omnipotent after all; His ritual could actually be interrupted.

"Now it's your turn."

Loren stretched his body a bit, drew Requiem. The moment the blade left its sheath, the expressions of these believers shifted from confusion to terror.

"Movila, collect their souls."

"Okay."

Movila began circling in the air. Having witnessed these people's actions, she wished she could kill them with her own hands, let alone devour some souls.

"Master Mentor!"

The commotion here attracted Anna and the others who had been standing guard nearby. They were still somewhat worried about Loren's safety. 𝘧𝓇ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝘣𝓃ℴ𝓋𝑒𝑙.𝑐𝘰𝑚

Even if Loren hadn't offered a sacrifice to Pluto, Anna and the others would have come to rescue him.

"You came at the perfect time. Anna, kill them all."

"Scarlett, give the Scythe of Harvest to Anna."

Loren led by example first. He walked to the old man who was the leader, severed his leg with one slash, forcing him to kneel and watch what Loren was about to do next.

These believers didn't flee. They just stood there, dumbly watching Loren, watching as he cut them down one by one.

"Hahaha..."

Anna was exceptionally excited today. She swung the scythe among the crowd, cutting them in half at the waist as if harvesting wheat. More and more believers fell.

"Urgh..."

The others felt nauseated seeing this scene. Luna made a retching sound. When she arrived here, she had also seen those children on the crosses. She wanted to kill these believers, but Anna's methods were too brutal. The visual impact was too strong; she couldn't quite handle it.

Naclis's face suddenly turned pale. But to avoid showing her weak side in front of Loren, she chose to force herself to hold on, using Abundant Magic spells one after another to strangle these Happiness Believers.

Laila also took out the dagger Loren had given her, cleanly and efficiently slitting the throats of the Happiness Believers. However, after seeing Anna's methods, Laila's brow remained tightly furrowed.

Scarlett curled up in a corner, not daring to look at any of this.

By now, Anna had completely adapted to using the scythe. This wasn't a battle; it was an elegant slaughter.

The scythe danced in Anna's hands, harvesting the lives of the Happiness Believers with a splendid and precise grace. Each swing could cut down several people.

Blood splattered. Anna's figure darted and weaved, not a single drop of blood staining her.

Seeing Anna so enthusiastic, Loren simply stopped and quietly watched Anna's performance.

In the sky, after devouring the souls, Movila rapidly split, growing more and more numerous. Her swarm was gradually recovering, though it was still considerably smaller than the numbers Loren remembered.

After nearly two-thirds of them had been slaughtered, these believers finally began to flee. But it was too late; they couldn't possibly match Anna's speed.

They were like a flock of lambs awaiting slaughter, allowing Anna's butchering blade to fall.

Before the scythe severed their bodies, they wouldn't block, wouldn't dodge. They would only pray to their god.

Soon, this group of believers was completely massacred.

Loren walked to the corpses of those few children and buried them. Loren had also considered returning the bodies to their families, but it wasn't realistic. He could only bury them on the spot.

At the same time, Loren also performed rites to release their souls, letting the wandering souls quickly disperse, granting them true peace.

"Woo-hoo, that was so satisfying!"

Because the Scythe of Harvest could restore stamina, Anna now felt refreshed and clear-headed, not a hint of fatigue.

And having killed so many people in one go, her appetite was satisfied.

Among the witches, the Gluttony Witch might be the most wicked one. She truly took pleasure in killing.

But now she had been guided back to the right path by Loren. Her killing desire only poured onto evildoers. She never harmed innocent victims and would even pity the weak.

Here, there was no Gluttony Witch, only the adorable Anna.

Loren stroked Anna's hair. She wore an expression of enjoyment.

The Happiness Believers were all killed, but Loren felt this matter wasn't over. He had slaughtered His believers. Generally speaking, the evil god behind them should show himself. But Loren hadn't even caught a glimpse of the God of Happiness's shadow.

The purpose of this trip for Loren was to kill the God of Happiness. He couldn't possibly return so easily.

"Could it really be an angel of the God of Confusion?"

The God of Confusion's territory was on another continent, the farthest east, the god furthest from the God of Bountiful Harvest. Even if He really wanted to stir up trouble, He wouldn't come here.

Unless His target was Loren himself.

Because Loren was practically the antonym of confusion. He was resolute, clear-headed, calm, and knowledgeable. Loren's very existence was a threat to the God of Confusion, who ruled His followers with numbness and ignorance.