The car stopped not far from the villa complex.
Elynn got out and, leading the Zealots he had gathered as the The Cult Leader, approached.
"What happened?"
Elynn frowned, looking up at the resort villa, which was almost entirely engulfed in flames.
"You're here?"
"No... No, you are Elynn."
"Why are you here? No one informed you!"
A Supporters, busy putting out the fire, looked over at the sound.
At first glance, he thought Elynn was the The Cult Leader.
But after a careful look, he suddenly realized that the person who came was Elynn, who should have been guarding the Auction House.
Just as his questioning words blurted out, the next moment, the Zealots following behind Elynn looked over with ill intent.
Their scattered formation already indicated that there was no deep emotional bond between these Zealots.
Their target of service was only one person—the The Cult Leader.
And at least in their current eyes, Elynn was the The Cult Leader, and the The Cult Leader was just one person.
The Supporters felt the gazes from around him, sharp and stinging his pores and skin.
He clicked his tongue, suddenly realizing, and with a somewhat displeased expression, he bowed his head to Elynn and voluntarily retreated.
He wasn't afraid of Elynn; he was afraid of these crazy Zealots. They would do anything for the The Cult Leader and their God.
The more he understood, the more he realized he couldn't cross their bottom line.
After that person left, Elynn looked around, only to see Supporterss and Zealots in disarray, the surroundings noisy, and the buildings severely damaged, but he still hadn't seen Shawn or the The Cult Leader.
'What's going on? Has he not arrived yet? That shouldn't be the case.'
Elynn hesitated; he was already thinking of leaving.
If the real The Cult Leader, who held power, found out he had brought so many Zealots here, he would definitely not be spared.
In the worst-case scenario, the The Cult Leader might even turn the Zealots he brought against him, burning him alive under the guise of being a heretic.
Just thinking of the smile the The Cult Leader often wore and his habit of calling everyone 'brother' made Elynn shiver.
He turned his head to look at the hundreds of Zealots he had brought from outside.
"You all go help them put out the fire, everyone go."
Elynn thought, maybe he should sneak away while everyone was focused on the fire.
Anyway, neither the Zealots nor the Supporterss were paying attention to him right now; this might be a perfect opportunity.
Thinking this, Elynn began to subtly back away, moving in a direction no one was paying attention to.
Just as he had snuck behind a small tree, and the branches and green leaves obscured his face, a large hand suddenly patted his left shoulder from behind him.
This pat made Elynn's fur stand on end, and his sphincter involuntarily contracted.
But before he could see who it was and beg for mercy, the person behind him grabbed him.
Elynn, who had been somewhat afraid, froze. Why did this feeling of being lifted feel so familiar?
He subconsciously looked up, only to meet Shawn's playful expression.
"You're already here?!"
Elynn was a little surprised.
"Not only am I already here, I've been playing with them all night."
All night?
Elynn suddenly thought of something.
"The Cult Leader... it's you... you did him in..."
Elynn made a 'throat-slitting' gesture, combined with a cautious expression, which looked quite comical.
"Not yet, but soon."
Shawn led Elynn to the back of the resort villa, found a path exposed between the flames, and made his way inside. The The Cult Leader was there at this moment.
Elynn's eyes widened as he looked at the The Cult Leader, whose hands and feet were bound, lying on the ground, bruised and bleeding. He still seemed a bit disbelieving.
"You captured him all by yourself??"
"As easy as taking something from one's pocket."
Shawn coolly replied with an idiom.
He then interrupted Elynn's next words: "Get ready."
"Ready for what?" Elynn asked, completely bewildered.
Shawn's lips curved into a smile.
...
Five minutes later.
A hoarse scream of agony came from the resort villa, where half the flames had been extinguished.
The moment this scream came, everyone almost instinctively stopped what they were doing and turned to look.
Because almost everyone was extremely familiar with this scream.
It was the The Cult Leader!
The Zealots who had gathered from outside couldn't help but shift their gaze, only to realize that the The Cult Leader, who had clearly been standing there just now, had disappeared at some point.
They looked back at the fire, instantly realizing the The Cult Leader was inside, and prepared to rush in to rescue him, despite the still intense flames.
But before they could act, they saw the elegantly dressed The Cult Leader appear at the main entrance.
He struggled to escape, but was pulled back by Walkers engulfed in flames, dragged back alive.
"Save the The Cult Leader!!!"
The Zealots went mad, and the Supporterss panicked!
If both The Cult Leaders died here, the The Cult would truly be finished.
But when everyone desperately rushed to the main gate of the resort villa, a Walker, constantly burning with flames, flew out, defying the laws of physics.
It fell to the ground, attracting everyone's attention.
Bray stepped forward and shattered its brain with a stick, then turned to look into the fire.
He frowned slightly; inside the fire, he seemed to vaguely see a sturdy, tall figure.
All the Zealots and Supporterss followed his gaze until they, too, noticed the figure slowly walking out of the fire at the same time, and their movements slowed.
"Is that...?"
Even the Supporterss were unsure now.
Under everyone's gaze, another explosion occurred within the fire, but it did not deter the figure's advance in the slightest.
His aura was steady, like a mountain; even surrounded by danger, he would not stop.
Gradually, a figure emerged from the fire.
Shawn's clothes were charred and tattered, revealing robust skin with patches of black, seemingly burned by the flames!
The moment Shawn completely emerged from the fire, everyone witnessed the most shocking scene of their lives!
His clothes were still stained with flames, and he held their The Cult Leader, Elynn, in his arms.
Elynn seemed to be unconscious at this time, his limbs hanging limply in Shawn's embrace, devoid of consciousness.
Clusters of flames followed Shawn out of the fire, and only then did people notice that following behind Shawn were Walkers scorched by the flames!
The Walkers bit Shawn's exposed skin, but it didn't make him show any sign of pain.
Upon seeing Shawn, a single word appeared in the minds of the Zealots and Supporterss who had followed behind.
"God!"
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