He ignored the movement in the data bar.
After killing the man, Roger simply waved his hand.
The " coiling Dragon silk " smoothly slid across the neck of another withered believer.
The cultists, who were in a state of fanaticism, did not realize the arrival of danger.
He was still cursing madly.
Roger gave it a light pull.
He swallowed his curses.
Roger repeated his previous actions mechanically.
He quietly approached his next target.
..
The cultists in front were trying their best to RAM into the thin wooden door.
He did not notice the assassination behind him at all.
"Cross!"
The wooden door was forced open.
"All living things will eventually wither!"
The three cultists in yellow at the front charged in with ferocious expressions!
Pfft!
A cold light flashed.
A thin sword pierced through the ribs of one of the cultists.
It was a boy hiding behind the door!
But the heretic cult believer seemed to not have felt it.
