Parr wiped his hands.

Whether he was an apprentice under George for three months before, or he was a priest at Firth Cathedral earlier, or he is now Tire's most trusted deputy in the White Lion Club, he is just for one thing - revenge.

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His goal at this stage is to destroy the expansion of the Primeval Fire in England. He needs to continuously weaken the power of the Primeval Fire.

His obsession is so strong that even if he dies, the parasite closest to him will inherit his will and be driven forward by the fire of hatred.

The improvement brought by the death of their race to the same kind is not a simple one plus one, but an overall increase in deformation ability, interference ability, mental strength, talent, and skills. Moreover, the more memories they inherit, the more benefits each new memory brings.

The power is also stronger.

But he would rather never gain any more strength than accept the memory of his own race.

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

Moreover, his power is now powerful enough. Apart from being unable to interfere with matter, he has almost no flaws, and the interference range of his ability has almost covered the entire continent.

When pretending to be George's disciple, his nominal parents will have complete memories of their new son's past even if they are far away in other cities.

However, his abilities still have some limitations. For people with strong mental strength and will, he cannot become an identity that is too important to them and makes them awe or fear.

He couldn't make George think that he was Arthur's brother, but he could make him think that he was George's apprentice, and he would not be suspicious at all.

The only loophole is that since real matter cannot be changed, people who are smart enough may be able to deduce his abnormality from clues, but it is difficult to confirm what his problem is.

Not to mention, every few months, he will change his identity. Not only that, he will also carefully choose a new identity. For example, one of the fourteen deputies of the White Lion Club is a mysterious enough identity that will not easily lead to

others' suspicion.

Okay, it's time to clean up Badon's body and the passing bugs.

Abbott covered his mouth tightly and used the leaves to cover his figure, not daring to make any sound.

In order to hold a banquet to celebrate the students who were about to graduate, Abbott came to the outside of the city to look for any small game that could be caught and grilled.

You must know that before becoming a teacher in the city, he was also an excellent cook in his hometown. The hunters in the town would take him hunting with him from time to time, just so that he could enjoy delicious food during the hunting process.

But he saw a horrifying scene that he had never seen before.

His clumsy body began to tremble uncontrollably, and his horrifying scream was stuck in his throat and could not be spit out.

The man put his hand into Father Barton's lower abdomen, but delicately ensured that Father Barton barely survived. After a long speech, and with laughter full of madness and satisfaction, he vividly cut his spine.

Pulled it out.

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

Seeing this, Albert finally couldn't stand it any longer, gritted his teeth, and tried to use this method to save his sanity, which was on the verge of collapse, and prayed to the goddess not to let him notice him.

The goddess didn't seem to hear his prayer.

Parr turned his head and walked straight towards Abbott's position.

Abbott's brain told him that the best thing to do now was to turn around and run away, or at the worst, to take out the shotgun from his back, but his body could not make such a move.

Unreasonable fear and uneasiness arose in his heart, causing him to lose control of his motor center.

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

They are terrifying creatures hidden in the deepest nightmares, an evil race beyond the understanding of human consciousness.

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

That was his distant cousin Pal.

They were hunting together and preparing a surprise for the children in the city.

Parr patted him on the shoulder and asked:

“How about this red deer?”

Abbott followed Parr to the deer, and he seemed to be able to see from the deer's face the strong emotions it had before it died.

It's not just unwillingness, but also a hint of anger. But under what circumstances does a deer become angry?

He bent down and saw that the lower half of the red deer's abdomen had been cut open by Parr with a knife, but the incision seemed a bit rough, not like the technique he had remembered from Watch, and there were fragments of deer bones scattered on the ground.

Abbott used a knife to enlarge the opening, put his hand deep into the warm belly of the deer, and with difficulty took out the sticky and slippery red deer liver:

"It's been so long since I've gone hunting, it's so hard to get deer liver, but today the children can eat charcoal-grilled deer liver. It's a top-quality delicacy."

Parr also smiled and said:

"The children will be very happy, but this is definitely not enough. Why don't you cut some meat? And remember to put them in a cloth bag and don't take them out easily in school, otherwise it will definitely scare the children.

our."

Abbott nodded and said:

"Of course, we can't scare those little guys."

Parr nodded with satisfaction:

"You can go back after cutting the meat. I'm still trying to figure out how to sell the deer skin."

Abbott nodded:

"Goddess bless me, it seems this farewell party won't be too bad."

Parr suddenly stopped Abbott who was about to leave:

"Goddess? Is it Gafunan?"

Abbott said:

"That's right, cousin, after I came to Foss, I became a monk of the Original Fire and managed the school for them. Don't you know?"

Parr said thoughtfully:

"I see, you are so unlucky."

Abbott was about to say something, but a strong feeling of nausea suddenly flooded into his brain. He looked at his feet. The person lying on the ground was not a red deer, but Father Barton, whom he was familiar with, and there were marks on his upper body.

A huge opening.

He had just cut it with his own hands.

The bag smelled of fresh human organs, and he couldn't help retching.

Parr said words he couldn't understand:

"Although I don't like humans, I don't usually kill people. But unfortunately, you are on my target list."

Fear could not stop invading Abbott's reason:

"What the hell are you!"
Chapter completed!