They all call me an Outer God.

Chapter 269 They've all been killed, all gone.

As he spoke, he continued to pour wine from the bottle into his mouth. Then his vision began to blur. He smacked his lips, raised his whip, and lashed it down hard. The horses in front of him neighed and quickened their pace, charging straight toward the big tree.

Following this direction, the horse will be fine, since it knows how to avoid the trees, but the carriages behind it may not be so lucky.

"Hey, life is so exciting!"

The coachman suddenly stood up from his seat and spread his arms wide, but as he got closer and closer to the tree, he pulled hard on the reins and swerved the carriage around. The reins tightened, and the carriage behind him also swerved at high speed, making a sound as if it was about to collapse.

"squeak--"

The wooden wheel came into contact with the ground, causing intense friction, and sparks almost flew out.

The carriage narrowly missed the tree and then continued along the original road.

The driver then sat back down in his seat: "See, I told you there was no problem. This rickshaw has been with me longer than you are."

"..."

Riah sat in the back, unsure how to express his feelings. But even if the carriage drift hadn't succeeded, it didn't matter; he was already prepared to destroy the tree.

"We North Adeline people are genuine and simple-minded. Young people, you'll get used to it."

The old man thought that Ria would be so frightened that she would cling to the wooden pole inside the carriage and refuse to let go, just like the others. However, he later discovered that the person sitting in the back was not frightened at all, but instead revealed a kind of hidden excitement.

"Could we crash again? Just now, for a split second, I thought I saw my Lord! Praise be to my Lord!"

"That wasn't a collision! That was skill."

That's what they say, but this was the first time the old man had encountered someone who reacted like Lia. At first glance, there was nothing particularly unusual about her, but the more the old man thought about it, the more uneasy he felt.

He immediately decided to drive carefully and stop drinking.

And so, the carriage traveled smoothly for a distance, passing through several small towns along the way. Apart from almost being robbed and murdered to cover it up, everything was very peaceful.

The old man was still reeling from the trauma. He remembered several men with guns suddenly rushing out and pointing them at him. Before he could utter a word, the young man in the carriage, without even looking outside, casually fired his gun.

The thugs screamed in agony as bullets pierced their hands that had been holding guns. Then, the young man inside the car looked out, smiling as he invited everyone to get in, as if he hadn't been the one who had fired the shots.

In the next small town, Ria sold them all to slave traders. He walked out of the slave pen with a thick wad of banknotes in his hand, his fingers constantly counting the amount of money.

"It's joyful to create wealth with your own hands, don't you think, sir?"

"...You're right, but aren't you afraid these people will come out and retaliate against you?"

"I understand why they want revenge after I treated them this way, but I don't think they can escape. After all, a buyer has already decided to buy them and throw them into the bottom of the boat to catch oysters."

"Weren't their hands crippled?"

"It should be fine if we raise it. If there really is a problem, then we can only bait the sea with bait—there should be quite a few fish that like to eat meat."

After saying this, the coachman immediately felt a deep respect for Lia. He had originally thought Lia was easy to bully and only wanted to scare him, but he never expected that this guy would be such a ruthless character.

"You might integrate into North Edlin quickly. Here, the weak are bullied. To survive, you have to be ruthless than everyone else." "No one wants to mess with a madman."

“I think so too.” Ria stepped back onto the carriage. He suddenly thought of the white-masked cultists; those guys must be doing quite well here too.

Just as he was getting tired from thinking and was about to close his eyes for a nap, the carriage shook. It turned out that the driver had suddenly stopped the carriage.

Lia opened his eyes and looked out of the car. In that instant, a crimson glint appeared in his eyes.

Ahead, a person engulfed in flames, with hot smoke billowing from her back, was rushing towards the carriage, crying out. Her voice sounded more like the howl of a wild beast than a cry, and no one could make out what she was shouting.

Behind her, a group of people carrying farm tools or firewood sticks they had picked up were chasing after her, shouting, "Don't run! Stop!"

"Tsk tsk, we've actually run into a witch hunt this time."

The coachman sighed, and when Ria heard the word "witch hunt," his first reaction was to get out of the carriage immediately. He had a certain psychological aversion to the word, and it was also the day when witches gathered.

Although logically they are powerful enough that it is unlikely they would be forced into this state by a group of ordinary people, Lia still needs to be wary.

Don't be afraid of ten thousand, just be afraid of the eventuality.

Thinking this, Ria magically conjured a large handful of water from the sky and poured it over the burning man, extinguishing the flames on his body.

"Cough! Cough!" The person on the ground rolled around in pain. There was no intact part of her skin left, especially her face, which was now completely burned beyond recognition. Her eyes, nose and mouth were all shattered into pieces.

"Praise be to the faceless, thank you for your kindness."

"It's you again."

Before Lia could even offer some words of comfort, she abruptly changed her mind, swiftly pulled out a pistol from her pocket, and pulled the trigger, killing the man.

Incidentally, he set this person on fire, and that's how everything everyone experienced ended up like this—

They were chasing a witch who had suddenly run away. This witch was not a patient, but just an ordinary person, but because some people thought she was, she had to be.

The girl broke free of the ropes and ran away the moment the fire was lit, which further solidified people's belief that she was a witch.

So they gave chase, and just when they were about to catch up, a man who looked to be of high status suddenly ran out of the carriage ahead to play the hero and even used a method they didn't understand to put out the fire.

But they weren't angry—

Before they even had a chance to get angry, the man casually fired a shot, hitting the person they were chasing, then relit the fire, signaling everyone to continue the chase.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!"

Tormented by pain, the believer continued to run wildly to one side, scratching her face and throwing her burning flesh at the pursuers behind her.

"I'm going to kill you all, you disgusting people! I'm not a witch at all, but you keep thinking I am one, just because I can read!?"
It's truly tragic here, all of you are tragic. There's a reason why some places are perpetually poor. You can never escape the cage of poverty, nor can you break free from this disgusting environment.

Let me tell you, when the tide comes in, you'll be the first to drown!!!

(End of this chapter)