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After reading the mission description, Matthew's eyes lit up.
He looked at the dead cultists who were menacingly approaching, and there was an indescribable look in his eyes.
"Let me deal with them. Let me see what the hell they are."
He made up a random excuse, and under Vivien's impatient gaze, he quickly walked towards the Withered Disciples who had gathered near the Oak Wall.
"Weeds, pests, get rid of them all!"
The Withered Disciples at the front shouted deliriously. Their eyes were emitting a turbid yellow light, giving people a feeling of withering and decay.
Matthew's expression did not change as he strode forward.
He took off the glove on his right hand and extended his left hand to the enemies.
The " Throwing Gloves " that Margaret had given him emitted a dark green glow.
Whoosh!
A Withered Believer was sucked into Matthew's left palm.
