Miss Witch’s Devotion Has Gone… Twisted-Chapter 45: Silent Sobbing

When night fell, Loren was already prepared, still wearing that nondescript black robe with a long blade at his waist. Underneath the robe were the previously brewed potions, hanging densely packed. This time, Loren didn't even bring many bullets, just four to five hundred rounds.
The gun might not necessarily be used, but it couldn't be left behind.
"Are you ready?"
Naclis, having changed into her night clothes, nodded. Her clothes also carried many potions and magazines. Naclis used firearms; her main focus was her Arcane Ability. Meanwhile, Anna carried a long blade to complement her Arcane Ability.
Anna examined her long blade, her eyes gleaming. The blade was entirely pitch black, non-reflective. This wasn't a simple coating; it had an enchantment effect and could also block the glow of enchantments.
That's right. For this operation, Loren decided to bring Anna and Naclis. He couldn't protect them every moment, and it was time for them to experience actual combat. Of course, Loren dared to bring them because he was confident he could ensure their safety.
The Plague Believers' stats weren't high. As long as they found the right countermeasures, dealing with them would be easy. For example, the Antidote Amulets Loren had previously brewed—one bottle could protect them from plague and poison for about half an hour. Loren gave each person three bottles to carry, with more stored in Scarlett's Life Thief space.
And Loren estimated they could kill all those Plague Believers within ten minutes.
"Let's go."
Mirrorheart stayed behind to watch the house, while everyone else mobilized fully.
...
While Loren was preparing, he was also controlling Gwen's actions. Tonight, Gwen had already gathered the victims of those Plague Believers in an abandoned building.
They knew Gwen was the Robed Figure who created the Blackened. When Gwen approached them, they didn't resist, only hatred.
"You... do you hate them?"
Gwen walked up to a young man and asked.
"Hate."
When the young man spoke, his words whistled through gaps because all his front teeth had been pulled out. The teeth weren't the worst part; his body was covered in festering sores, emitting a foul stench.
He had originally been a palace guard. Ever since encountering that group of Plague Believers at the ball that day, that very night he suffered humiliation worse than death. So now, when he accepted Ligoss's power, it became exceptionally easy.
Being able to come out of there alive, the young man was already fortunate. Behind them, a couple held a little boy whose lower body had turned into a mass of rotten flesh.
Most of those gathered here were parents, and most of the victims were children. The severity of the situation made even Loren somewhat unable to bear it.
Before, he had only observed these ordinary people from a high-dimensional perspective as a player. Now, he clearly felt the immense pain and bloodshed behind a piece of background story.
"After your misfortune, did you seek help from official authorities? What did the guards say? Do you still remember?"
"Under investigation! It's always 'under investigation'! They said they didn't know about these things and told us to wait for a notice!"
A mother holding her child's corpse suddenly began to weep. As soon as she finished, the young man from earlier started roaring:
"How could they not know! I was delivered into the hands of those Plague Believers by the King's own men! They didn't even wait for the King's men to leave before restraining me..."
As he spoke, the young man nearly bit through his own lips. He considered himself a very resilient person. Even when facing fanatical Outer God believers, he never took a step back, and he had even protected the Princess from magical beasts. That night's experience didn't just devastate his body and mind; it shattered his faith.
"It was also then that I saw many children being delivered... brought by the King's guards...
"If it weren't for those nobles and royals, how would these foreigners dare do such things? They're using our lives as gifts to curry favor with these people! Do you know where our food supplies went? They were also given to these people!"
After this, Loren didn't need to worry anymore. Their hatred had reached its peak. All Loren had to do was light the fuse and hand them the blade.
"Now, everyone, please join me in chanting the honored name of the God of Hatred, Ligoss."
Loren controlled Gwen to bite her finger and press it onto the runes already drawn on the ground. Due to the special materials, Gwen, as a puppet, also had flesh and blood.
As the runes lit up, starlight shone upon everyone.
"God of Hatred, Lightless Deep Resentment Ligoss, please feel our overwhelming fury."
Everyone chanted the honored name along with Gwen. They spoke in unison, as if already merged into one. Instantly, a dark aura rose from their bodies, and they began to gradually mutate.
"Please grant us the power of vengeance, let our hatred burn everything to ashes, make the guilty pay the price, and let our silent sobs be heard."
If it were just about gaining power, Loren wouldn't need to lead them in prayer. What Loren aimed for was to give them deeper power.
"Please grant us the power of vengeance, let our hatred burn everything to ashes, make the guilty pay the price, and let our silent sobs be heard."
The prayer ended. Although their appearances didn't change much, Loren knew they had obtained new power. Loren could even sense a heavy aura of death.
"[Silent Sob], this is the new power you've gained. When necessary, you can launch your own limbs. Any creature touched by the limb will suffer an instant death effect, but you will also die."
One life for one life. That's fair. In the Creator's eyes, everyone is equal, whether a king or a beggar.
This price was within their acceptance range. Or rather, as long as they could get revenge, there was nothing they couldn't accept.
"Let's go. Target: the royal palace. Let those high-and-mighty pigs hear our cries and drag them down!"
Gwen led the crowd charging toward the palace in a grand procession. Their momentum seemed capable of tearing everything apart. During the charge, Gwen suddenly vanished.
They were strong, numerous, and with [Silent Sob], they could truly cause significant trouble for the King and the Church. But it was only trouble. However, Loren's goal was achieved. Loren's purpose was to have them attract the Church's attention. If the Church didn't concentrate all its forces on them, they really could cause major trouble.
This period of time was enough for Loren to kill all those Plague Believers. As they charged toward the palace, Loren also arrived at the Plague Believers' residence.
The King had even prepared a mansion with a courtyard for them. Loren stood on a nearby tree, the blood-red moon behind him. Under the tree stood Naclis and Anna, also cloaked in black robes.
"Good night."