I Copy Under One Punch

  Chapter 321 Ghost Race and Witch Cultists

   "Didn't you say you want to sell us to other countries?"

  Two little lolis who looked exactly the same were floating in the air like ghosts. One of the little girls with pink hair stared indifferently at the man walking in front of him and asked.

   "People's greed is limitless." Aomori didn't turn her head, and a flat voice sounded in her ear: "The more people in the ghost clan, the better, so I choose to have them all."

   "You are such a scum."

   "Thank you for the compliment."

   "Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo" Rem's tears kept sliding down his cheeks. Since he couldn't move his whole body, the tears stuck to his face, which was horrible.

   "Sister, I'm sorry, if I hadn't met him, we would have been fine."

   "Rem, this is none of your business. He already knew the location of our village." Ram comforted her and said, "It's okay, as long as we are still together, it doesn't matter where we go."

   "Well, I will always be with my sister, my parents." Rem nodded with tears in his eyes.

   "That's not necessarily true." The villain Aomori said: "If I'm in a bad mood, I'll split you up. One will be thrown to the north for the Holy Kingdom, and the other will be thrown to the south for the Empire, so that you will never see each other again."

   "Oh! Sister, what should I do? I don't want to be separated from my sister." Rem broke down and burst into tears.

"Don't believe his nonsense, he is teasing you. Only when we are tied together will we have more value. No one can refuse the lovely twin girls. Mr. Scumbag will not have trouble with money." Ram firmly said.

   "Heh, you have underestimated the abnormality of noble humans. They like to tear beautiful things into pieces. Your broken heart is their best collection."

   Aomori said with a smile: "After 20 years, you have forgotten what each other looks like, and then let you kill each other. The one who survives will get a huge reward—freedom and truth."

"Correct me, you are not even human scum, and even the scum of the garbage dump is a hundred times stronger than you!" Ram narrowed his eyes, full of murderous aura, and a faint light appeared on his forehead, but a series of dense black lines appeared on her forehead. It appeared on the forehead, suppressing the light.

   "Under my sealing technique, it is impossible for you to break free. I advise you to correct your mentality early and accept this fate. Hahahaha."

  Among the sad expressions of the two little lolitas, Aomori laughed wildly and stepped into the originally peaceful village.

  Dusk has come, and the setting sun is like blood.

  Hearing a burst of villain-like laughter, the guard at the entrance of the village shouted awe-inspiringly: "Who is it?!"

  Aomori didn't want to talk to these ordinary villagers, his face was serious, showing an aura like hell, like a devil returning from hell, even the light of the setting sun was afraid, and it dimmed all of a sudden.

   Feeling this aura, all the ghost tribe members stared wide-eyed in horror. Their so-called ghost transformation is nothing compared to the aura exuded by the stranger in front of them.

   "I underestimated him." Ram took a deep breath, feeling that even if he fought against him without any worries, he might not win. "Are the humans outside so scary?"

  The hostility of the incoming people was so obvious. In the interweaving of despair and anxiety, a certain guard beat the gong and drum in his hand with all his strength and shouted: "Enemy, enemy attack!"

  The small village instantly became a mess.

  Many people rushed out of the house. Seeing such a scene, they reacted without asking.

   Aomori ignored it and walked straight forward.

  Under the control of mental power, the flying arrows, spears, axes, wind blades, etc. all stayed in mid-air, and everyone who looked at them flew up and floated behind him, accompanying Remram.

   There was no one around, and the old patriarch trembling, watched in disbelief as the man brought all the villagers who formed a pair of evil wings and walked in front of him.

   "Destroy the clan, or surrender?"

  Looking at the terrified familiar faces behind, the patriarch trembled his lips, murmured several times, and finally slowly bent his already stooped waist, his legs softened, and he knelt directly on the ground.

   His forehead hit the ground, and there was a muffled sound. The patriarch said word by word: "We are willing to surrender, and from now on, your lord will be the king of our ghost clan!"

After a few seconds of silence, Aomori suddenly chuckled, picked up the patriarch who was kneeling on the ground, stared into his eyes, and said: "As expected of the patriarch, he is decisive enough, I like it. I heard that the ghost tribe is very I value the contract, and I happen to be the same, so I hate people who don't abide by the contract the most. You should understand what I mean, right?"

   "Understood." The patriarch lowered his eyes and said, "Since we have chosen to surrender, we will not commit any betrayal."

   "Better so, or else."

  Aomori flicked his fingers lightly, and the black energy ball shot out quickly, brushing the patriarch's hair and blasting into the ground in the distance, creating a huge pothole in an instant.

   "This hole is big enough for all of you."

  Looking at the ashen-faced patriarch and clansmen, Ram sighed. She knew that the ghost clan would never be free again.

   Originally, I just wanted to come and see the twins, but I accidentally became a villain.

  However, it is not a bad thing to subdue the ghost clan who may be inextricably related to the witch. It not only makes up for the shortage of manpower, but more importantly, avoids the fall of a proud son of heaven.

  Although Ram is only a six-year-old child, her combat power at this time is enough to make Reinhardt suffer a lot.

  When he grows up, he must be one of the top fighters in this different world.

  It would be a pity if such an amazingly talented and gorgeous person fell into the mortal world.

  Aomori is extremely looking forward to her growth, and when Ram reaches the peak of strength, and then defeats her forcefully, the pleasure produced by this will be stronger than anything else.

   "Genius, that's how it should be used."

  After the patriarch surrendered, Aomori let them go and asked them to pack their bags immediately and follow him out of here.

  Facing the extremely powerful Demon King, even though they were reluctant to give up, none of the ghost clan members dared to disobey the order, so they could only pack their things with a sad face, preparing to leave the home they had lived in for a lifetime.

  Under Aomori's death gaze, they dare not grind their teeth.

   Except for some dry food and clothes, they didn’t bring any odds and ends. Each of them carried one or two packages on their backs, and entered the woods like walking dead.

   "My lord, where are we going?" the patriarch asked worriedly.

   It is impossible not to worry about entering the woods at night like this. Although Aomori is powerful, the patriarch does not expect him to help when he is in danger.

   But what surprised him was that he didn't see a single monster after walking a not-so-short distance.

   "Don't ask, just follow me."

".yes."

  In the middle of the line, Rem and Ram were holding hands, walking slowly in front of their parents, both of them looked very bad.

   "Sister, are you okay, I saw that the big man seemed to have done something to you before."

   "It's okay." Ram smiled at her, touched his forehead, and said, "He just sealed my power so that I couldn't turn into a ghost. But it doesn't matter, I can still protect you and your parents."

"The power is sealed?" Rem was taken aback, and for some reason, she felt a joyous emotion that made her feel disgusted, she quickly lowered her head, concealed her expression, and whispered: "I, Rem, can also contribute. "

   "Well, I really have to rely on Rem now." Ram didn't notice the difference, and said with a smile: "Please, Rem."

   "No trouble!" Rem quickly raised his head, and said very seriously: "Rem will definitely work hard!"

   "Okay, let's work together."

  After walking for almost an hour, they didn't see a monster, and the villagers who were originally anxious gradually settled down.

  Some people speculate that because of their large number of people, the monsters may be afraid and dare not come over.

  Rem recalled the pile of monster corpses he saw in the afternoon, and felt vaguely that the real reason was that they had been killed.

  Just as she was about to tell Ram about this, she suddenly smelled a disgusting stench.

   "What's the smell? It stinks." Rem covered his nose and made a muffled sound.

   Ram frowned and pinched her nose, apparently she also smelled it.

   Not only them, but many ghost people have smelled it.

   "A monster? No, a monster won't exude such a thick witch's breath." No matter what it is, it is not a good person. The patriarch took a breath and shouted: "Everyone, prepare to meet the enemy!"

  After receiving the warning from the patriarch, the villagers all approached each other in unison and formed a big circle, enclosing the old, young, sick and disabled with low combat effectiveness.

   They clenched their weapons tightly, staring nervously at the darkness that seemed to engulf everything in the distance.

   "Rem, be careful, don't get too far away from me." Ram pulled Rem behind him and said worriedly.

   "No, Rem can help too." Rem held her sister's arm and stood beside her.

   "Okay, I will leave my back to you."

"Um!"

  In the tense atmosphere, Aomori looked out of place with a smile on his face.

  'Is it such a coincidence? The actions of the witch cultists are also today. ’ In his [mind's eye], people in black cloaks and tall hats covering their faces surrounded them into a group.

  ‘So Roswaal is around here too? ’ Aomori looked around, but found no trace of him. He didn’t know if he hadn’t rushed here, or hid in the distance, secretly peeping.

  ‘It doesn’t matter if you come, let him be completely turned into a clown tonight. ’ Aomori’s smile became brighter and brighter, and he didn’t worry at all whether this exhausted clone could withstand Roswaal, who had already obtained the title of "Chief Magician of the Palace".

  However, the ghost clan has become his subordinate, and Aomori can't let them consume here.

  He clapped his hands and said softly, "El Shamu."

   When groups of Witch Cultists rushed up, a thick black fog swallowed them up.

  The people covered by the black fog all stood in place without moving.

   Not only the body, but even the mind has stagnated.

   "This is." The patriarch looked back at Aomori in surprise.

   "What are you still doing, hurry up and attack, don't you think they are here to make friends with you?" Aomori said angrily.

  Although he used a lot of mana in the atmosphere, the magic just now consumed a lot of his energy, and now he can use it three or five times. It is hard to say that he will be able to wipe out all the Witch Cultists.

  Hearing Aomori's words, the patriarch blushed and shouted: "The fighters are ghosts, use long-range attacks first!"

  In an instant, all the ghost clan members standing outside showed their true colors. Two long horns that seemed to break through the sky protruded from their foreheads, their pupils became red, and their bodies were covered with a layer of red light.

   "Well, the combat power has more than doubled, and the ghost clan still has some skills." Aomori nodded with satisfaction. ,

  The reason why none of them were able to struggle against Aomori just now was because Aomori was too strong. In fact, if they were facing ordinary people, they would be terrible bosses.

   Groups of extremely sharp wind blades shot out from their hands, and the Witch Cultists in the front row fell to the ground like straws, and foul-smelling blood flowed all over the ground.

  The Witch Cultists who were not affected by [El Shark] did not dare to step forward. They raised their hands, ready to perform the same magic.

   Only magic can fight magic.

   "How can I make you wish?" Aomori raised his right hand and shook it violently. With his incomparable elemental affinity, he pulled away all the negative mana around him.

  All the Witch Cultists who expected to use Yin magic were backlashed, and only the fire magic was successfully used.

  Big fireballs hit the ghost camp one after another.

   Fortunately, there were not many of them, and they were all intercepted halfway.

   After several waves of confrontation, the surviving Witch Cultist saw that the situation was not good, left the corpse of his partner, and fled into the jungle.

   "Great, we made it!"

   Only paid the price of a few minor injuries to repel the vicious enemies, and their faces were full of smiles.

  The patriarch walked in front of Aomori, bowed his head heavily, and said, "Thank you for your help, without you, we would have suffered heavy losses."

   These people are obviously here for the ghost clan. If they didn't meet Aomori, the patriarch can imagine what the consequences would be.

  Maybe the Ghost Clan no longer exists.

  ‘Following him doesn’t seem like a bad thing. ’ There was a slight change in the patriarch’s sense of Aomori.

   At the beginning, he was a villain with terrible strength, but now he seems to be a good boss who is compassionate to his subordinates.

   "Don't think too much, I brought you out, not to let you become fertilizer to nourish the land. You are my things, how can you destroy them at will?"

   "." The patriarch admitted that he had thought too much.

   "Don't let your people be happy too early, the battle is not over yet."

"Eh?"

   "The Lord is here now." Aomori raised his head and looked up at the sky, where a man in a purple cloak was floating in the air.

  He has long blue hair, a clown-like makeup on his face, a vague smile on his mouth, and an elegant temperament.

   Aomori was the most shameful person pretending to be compared, and immediately shouted:

   "Roswaal, isn't the taste of a witch very good?!"

  The loud voice spread far, far away, and the lingering sound lingered.

   "You bastard." Roswaal's expression changed instantly.

  (end of this chapter)