Miss Witch’s Devotion Has Gone… Twisted

"......"

The situation before him was clearly wrong. These bullets were bought by Loren, certainly not as good as the ones he made himself, but their power was still considerable.

Moreover, even if they weren't enchanted bullets, ordinary bullets were more than enough to pierce through a person's skull.

"Ah!"

Screams began to ring out from the crowd as the customers who sensed something was wrong fled the restaurant in a panic.

"What's going on?"

The witches came out of their private room and saw the customer who had been struck down by Loren, as well as the manager whose half face had been torn off.

That customer only paused for a moment before getting back up. The fact that a bullet had pierced through his brain didn't seem to affect his movements at all.

So Loren cut him clean in half with a single stroke of his blade.

Now Loren could finally see clearly - the flesh inside that customer's body had completely frozen solid, greatly enhancing its hardness.

Moreover, this was no longer the hardness of ordinary frozen meat. Normal frozen meat couldn't withstand enchanted bullets.

"It's the zombie virus... this virus has evolved..."

Loren remembered that the previous virus only caused some ice crystals to form inside the infected, not completely freezing them solid.

This could also be due to the weather. Never mind that they were inside the restaurant, the temperature outside hadn't dropped anywhere near this cold.

Besides, this was the God of Bountiful Harvest's territory after all. It couldn't get that cold here.

Just as Loren was examining the customer's corpse, the manager beside him also stopped screaming. The wound on his face had frozen over as well.

"......"

Loren said nothing. The moment the manager stood up, Loren pinned him to the wall with the Bloody Battle.

At the same time, screams erupted from outside the restaurant as well. The zombie virus hadn't just broken out here.

"Hey, you. Do you know who that person was that suddenly started biting people?"

Loren pulled up the attendant who was curled up in the corner and asked.

The customer who had suddenly started biting people was terrifying, but Loren at this moment was even more terrifying. So much so that the attendant suppressed the fear in her heart and stammered out the situation to Loren:

"He... he's a general... he just came back from the front lines today... I heard they lost the battle... but not many people died..."

"The front lines? Are they at war with the Plague Church?"

"Yes..."

"Now I understand..."

Loren let out a sigh, then began explaining the situation to everyone:

"During the battle, the Plague Church infected these soldiers with a new zombie virus, then deliberately let them live. All so they would carry the virus back with them..."

As he spoke, Loren grabbed the manager by the neck, and his hand began to burn.

The ice on the manager's body slowly receded, but the efficiency wasn't high.

It got to the point where, at a certain critical threshold, it simply stopped melting altogether. Loren had no choice but to let flames erupt over his entire body.

The method Loren had previously given to the Church for dealing with the zombie virus was no longer working. The Plague Church had improved the zombie virus specifically to counter it.

Taking advantage of this time, Loren continued asking:

"Has this kind of situation ever occurred in the God of Bountiful Harvest's territory before?"

Quite a few important figures had visited this restaurant, and through constant exposure, the attendant knew quite a bit of information.

"No..."

The attendant answered with a trembling voice. She had already pissed herself from fear.

"The Plague Church must have used the zombie virus before. With the Bountiful Church's offensive being this fierce, the Plague Church had to find some way to relieve the pressure, and the zombie virus was a good solution.

"But the zombie virus was dealt with using the method I left behind, which is why the Plague Church improved it.

"That news was sealed off by the Bountiful Church..."

By the time Loren finished explaining all of this, the manager had completely thawed out, but he had little vitality left in him.

The flames on Loren's body dispersed, revealing the burn-damaged skin underneath. Seeing this, Anna and Veronica both felt a pang of heartache.

"You don't need to save them anymore... they're not worth it."

Veronica directly voiced what was in her heart, and Anna nodded as well, indicating she agreed with Veronica's view.

Even though they saw Loren's skin recover in an instant, the heartache in their eyes didn't diminish in the slightest.

"I won't. That was already the maximum fire I could use without affecting myself, and even so, I couldn't save him in time...

"Just kill the remaining infected directly. Saving them is no longer possible."

"You can burn me. It doesn't matter how big the fire is."

"I couldn't bear to."

Loren stroked Mirrorheart's hair. He truly couldn't bear to hurt her.

Moreover, even if Mirrorheart came, the situation wouldn't change much. Saving people was already impossible.

"Let's head out first. I'll handle clearing out the infected. Don't act rashly, any of you - I suspect the virus's transmission method has changed as well."

For now, it seemed that transmitting the virus still required causing harm.

Loren activated Return to Earth, cleaning up all the corpses inside the inn.

Seeing this, the attendant felt much more at ease. Return to Earth was considered a signature spell of the Bountiful Church. The fact that Loren could use it proved he was a person of the Bountiful Church.

......

"Sir... thank you for saving us..."

After Loren casually cut down a few infected, the survivors knelt toward Loren as if he were their savior.

Quite a few of them were carrying wounds. If these infected weren't dealt with, they would become a source of disaster as well.

But if he dealt with them too forcefully, it would inevitably stir up rebellious feelings. That would also be a problem.

In the end, Loren decided to leave the trouble to them to sort out themselves:

"These people are infected with the Plague Church's virus. As long as you're wounded, you'll get infected. Keep an eye on anyone with injuries. I'm leaving."

Loren didn't bother with them further. He had already done everything he could.

Whether they united together afterward or turned on each other with suspicion, or even if holier-than-thou hypocrites appeared among them, Loren couldn't be bothered to care.

"I have to make a trip to the Lost Snow Mountains. I'll send you all to a safe place first. This place is no longer suitable as a hideout."

"Did you discover something?"

Anna asked. She knew Loren best.

"I just tried saving people again. I found that something is fighting against me, continuously strengthening the contamination inside them, making it impossible to eradicate the virus from their bodies.

"This is the pollution of the Lost Snow Mountains. Logically speaking, the Lost Snow Mountains shouldn't be able to affect this area. There's a long stretch of normal snow mountains in between. Someone must be pulling strings behind the scenes."

At this moment, Loren was flying through the sky, with Anna and Veronica tucked under each of his arms respectively. Mirrorheart was hanging from a rope below, which also satisfied her little wish.

"Do you really want to save those people? Isn't that the Bountiful Church's job? And wouldn't more dead Bountiful followers be a good thing for you?"

Veronica was somewhat puzzled by Loren's actions.

She felt that Loren shouldn't go out of his way to completely resolve the virus situation, nor should he save those ordinary people.

But since it was Loren's choice, even if she didn't understand it, she would still support him.

"This is the difference between me and the other gods."