"What do you think of the entire Salem Witch lineage?"

...

Hearing this, Charles was stunned and then thoughtful.

Slave?

Or is it really forced?

Is it necessary to control the witches yourself?

Shire didn't reply for a long time, and the car was in silence.

Fiona, who was standing by, was nervous about this.

The reward sounds good, but in fact she has her own little thoughts.

With the power of a super witch, her overall strength is very strong among the witch group, but she can't live long.

If she loses the power of the super witch, she can find a way to prosper herself, but she will not try to suppress other witches and the witch board. Losing power is inevitable.

Therefore, it is a good choice to defect to a powerful necromancer and then maintain your position.

Otherwise, she would not have thought of anything else that would impress this person, and she would kill two birds with one stone.

That's why she was nervous at this moment. She didn't look like anything on the surface, but during the silence, the burning speed of the lady's cigarette in her hand increased.

Unfortunately, she was suddenly interrupted without waiting for the reply.

A middle-aged man in a gray coat suddenly appeared in the middle of the highway, in the direction of the red sedan.

While smoking and waiting for a reply, Fiona, who was holding the steering wheel in one hand, hurriedly stepped on the brakes. With the harsh and frictional sound, the car finally stopped less than one meter in front of the man!

"Damn it, don't die!"

She shouted viciously, but she stopped halfway through the words. Because the person standing in front of the car suddenly disappeared, and appeared again, he came to the back seat of the car!

From the rearview mirror, you can see that the brown-haired man with a stubble face was not panicked about the situation just now, but instead looked calm.

"You..." Fiona couldn't help but squint.

"He is an angel." Shire, who was in the co-pilot, explained, then turned to look at the man in the back seat and asked strangely: "Is there anything to do with me?"

...

"You killed Ashley?"

The question from the back seat made Charles slightly stunned: "Who is Ashley?"

"The angel you just killed."

When Charles heard this, he narrowed his eyes and nodded: "Since you are sure, what else can you ask?"

"Why?"

“What’s why?”

"Why kill him? Even if they did something wrong, you-" When he said this, the Thursday angel's tone was very excited and his chest was fluctuating rapidly. However, Charles snorted and asked back.

"How am I? Waiting to die?"

Cassidio was silent when he heard this, his face looked a little cloudy and unstable under the lights in the car.

The car could not be parked on the highway for a long time, so Fiona in the driver's seat stepped on the accelerator again and started rushing, but she was listening to all of this with her ears on her feet.

"I'm sorry." After a moment of silence, Cassidio in the backseat took a deep breath, adjusted his mindset and said seriously: "If the sister falls in a war against hell, I can accept it, but this is basically internal friction; this is a serious mistake."

"Paradise has become the private property of some ambitious people!"

"You should have discovered it long ago." Seeing his attitude softened, Charles' tone was not so fierce. He shrugged and said, "So your angels are actually no different from demons to me."

"They are just blinded and exploited." Cassidio couldn't help but retort.

Shire didn't comment on this.

"You came here to ask me about this?"

"I heard the conversation and was planning to help." Cassidio said, with a helpless look on his face: "But the coordinates on Google Maps are not rigorous, and my energy has not been fully restored. I...I couldn't find the way to that university, so I delayed for so long."

As he said that, he couldn't help asking: "You did those resurrected dead bodies?"

"It should be." Charles replied.

Since he was "catched in person" then he couldn't hide this even if he wanted to hide it. So he would be more calm.

"The pumpkin head when the gate of hell opened was you?"

"So that's it."

"Where is Yuriel? Is he missing or..."

"He wanted to kill me, so I killed him." Shire replied: "Just as you are studying this thing."

As he said that, he raised the bag of evidence beside him and shook it. The green skull inside made Cassidio look a little dazed.

"You also released Dean and Sam's father?"

"It's easy." Charles raised his eyebrows. "How about it, are they still satisfied with my gift?"

Ben was just a joke, but unexpectedly, this person actually thought about it carefully before speaking, "Of course, I'm not sure. Sam and Dean cried and laughed when they saw their father. But Bobby looked very happy."

"So, he's just returned soon?"

"Yes, Arthur first found him in the kitchen, but it was very messy and I didn't get close to him. But Dean asked me to resurrect his father..."

As he said that, he suddenly changed the subject and said, "Where are you going?"

"Louisville, Kentucky." Shire replied.

"I'll give you it." Cassidio said, and without waiting for Charles to answer, he raised his hand and patted him on the shoulder. Then a sense of space reversal suddenly spread.

After recovering from his senses, Charles found himself in a dark wilderness.

He first looked at the bag of skeletons in his hand, then swept through the surrounding wilderness, frowned and questioned.

“Where is this?”

"Near Louisville." Cassidio replied: "I have been understanding the specific coordinates of various cities in the United States during this period, but the records and actual coordinates on the Internet sometimes do not match, but there should not be much difference."

After saying that, he said seriously: "Sorry, it's a bit sudden, but I feel something is wrong with that lady."

"Why is something wrong?" Charles raised his eyebrows.

"She... has no soul." Cassidio frowned: "And there is evil hidden in her body, which is a bit like a demon, but it is different."

Charles vaguely guessed that what he was talking about should be what Fiona said to him before. But he didn't need to say more about this.

"If you do this alone, you can't do this, right?"

"Yes." Cassidio nodded: "She was a little threatening, but not serious. Actually, it was because, I...I need help!"

Hearing this, Charles was a little speechless, feeling that they all thought they were firefighters.

But he was not very resistant.

Many things can be accomplished easily, and it is not difficult or dangerous for him. For example, helping the gods of death to clean up the resentful spirits is completely to help them solve their problems. However, in fact, Charles can also absorb the benefits from it.

"What help?" he asked.

Cassidio turned around and looked around, then lowered his voice and said, "I am ready to find God, only He can stop the crazy idea of ​​planning apocalypse in heaven and hell."

"Look for God?" Charles was stunned and then encouraged, "I have a good idea, I support you."

"I hope you can help me find it together, we can start with Dean's amulet, that thing..."

Before Cassidio finished speaking, he was interrupted by Charles: "There is no need for amulets. You can search the Internet for a book called the Evil Power. I think that book has a lot to do with God."

"You mean the Gospel of Winchester?"

Cassidio frowned and said, "It's not about God, it's just that God's prophets are writing books for them. They are important figures who decide apocalypse, and their lives must be recorded. Since Michael publicly supported the arrival of apocalypse, all the angels in heaven have known about it."

"I don't think so." Charles shook his head.

Although I don’t remember these specific things very much, he has searched for that book before from the memories of the previous series and even browsed the online version of pdf.

What kind of record can fully reflect the psychological activities of both of them and even bed exercises?

Even a prophet cannot reach that level first.

In addition to the special situation where the fate of the two brothers was locked, Charles naturally suspected that the prophet had a problem.

But he has never been able to figure out how strong God is in this world, so he did not act rashly, but was developing his own strength.

But if this person is ready to explore now, he doesn't mind saying some of his guesses. Of course, he can't say it openly.

"Think about it, since that author is God's prophet, who is the power of his prophet?

"God?"

"That's right." Charles nodded. "Anyway, his power comes from God, that is, he has some connection with God, so instead of looking around the earth, you might as well start from this point."

Cassidio thought something

"Then let's go find him?"
To be continued...