Chapitre 70: Cultists

Joan was hunting the goblins one by one. Roaming in the village with his werewolf form. Dashing in the rooftops and pouncing from the top.

Death from above was made and silenced the eerie goblins below. Jumping again on the roofs without a trace of presence.

To the goblins, he was a death sentence for them. He can easily crush them like a jelly with just his brute strength. He was bad news and they were all hunted down.

Just at the top of the tallest building, Joan was sitting on the peak of the roof. Just a slanted roof with tiles on the top. Making him see a great vantage point of bird's eye view.

Just as expected, Joan smelled some hooded persons creeping with the smell of the Lord of Affliction. It itched his nose and made him wanted to puke at the smell. They were called the "Child of the Lord of Affliction".

A follower who received the blessing as well as the power of the Lord himself. Making them drink his blood and successfully become a child of his own.