American Horror Story, Starting from Falls Town

Chapter 509 Fire in My Heart

As soon as the motorcycle entered the road, several modified large trucks came towards it.

These large trucks seemed not to see Roy and his group at all, and drove straight over them.

Faced with this situation, Roy stretched out his hand and unleashed his mental power, causing several large trucks to crash instantly as if they had hit an invisible wall.

Piper had already closed his eyes when he saw the truck behind him, but after waiting for a long time, he did not feel any pain. When he opened his eyes again, he saw the scene of the car accident in front of him.

"How could this be?"

Roy got off his motorcycle and went over to check the situation.

In such a horrific accident, the drivers of the several trucks would certainly not have survived; you would hardly be able to piece together a complete body from the remains.

However, there are still some survivors in the modified cargo beds of these large trucks.

"They seem to be cult members of the Fear Cult, and even core members! Look at the pendants they're wearing around their necks!"

"Oh?"

Following Piper's suggestion, Roy indeed discovered that many of the corpses had a pendant around their necks with a peculiar pattern on it.

It was neither a Christian symbol nor a symbol of the devil, which made Roy very strange.

As is widely known, most of the cults in America are created by the Demon King of Hell, such as the Followers Cult, which was Samael's doing.

Regardless of the differences in the fancy doctrines of these sects, they certainly wouldn't get the symbols wrong.

After all, the Demon King's mark is the best way to contact them. If you get the symbol wrong, you won't be able to call for help at a crucial moment.

"Strange, I've never seen this symbol before. Could this so-called Cult of Fear be a fraud?"

Just then, the corpse on the ground suddenly began to twist and twitch, and some kind of extremely evil energy appeared on the corpse.

Soon, the broken corpses began to be pieced together, and then they stood up one by one.

Looking at these blackened corpses, Roy felt like he had seen them somewhere before.

"Right, it was during the Halloween Four Great Serial Killers incident!"

Roy still remembers that during that incident, his confrontation with the four major serial killers caused the dream world to collapse, and then an evil god known as Primal Fear emerged, which was eventually driven away by Gabriel.

That thing seems to have resurfaced and started affecting the real world.

Yes, all sorts of monsters and demons will indeed emerge in the apocalypse.

If Roy hadn't fought his way from the depths of hell all the way to the Spirit Book Hell, defeating almost all the demon lords, the world would be in even greater chaos right now.

But even without Hell's involvement, many native Earth evil gods will still cause trouble, and Primal Fear is one of them.

"interesting!"

"Mr. Roy, they seem to be coming!"

Piper huddled tightly behind Roy; these dark corpses looked far more terrifying than zombies.

"It's just a few minor issues."

Roy took out the Leviathan Axe and, after the dark corpses had gathered to a sufficient size, threw it out with force.

Boom!

Piper felt as if she had been hit by a cannonball; the huge blast wave almost threw her away.

"nailed it!"

Under Roy's terrifying power, even if these dark corpses had extremely strong physical resistance, it was useless. The damage had already exceeded their limits, and no matter how high their physical resistance was, they would still die.

The dark energy flowed naturally into Roy's body.

Piper stared blankly at the scene. Although she knew that Roy was very powerful, the destructive power before her eyes was still beyond her imagination.

Piper didn't come to her senses until Roy returned to Claudia.

"Piper, are you planning to stay here overnight? It's getting late!"

It was indeed getting late; Roy had been tracking Milton all day, and it was now close to dusk.

Piper sat down behind Roy blankly and said something silly.

"Mr. Roy, are you an angel?"

"Why do you think so?"

"You're so handsome, kind, and incredibly strong, you're practically an angel!"

"Well said! Say more, I'd love to hear it!"

Roy's shameless behavior immediately made Piper doubt that he had made a wrong judgment.

How could an angel be like this?
If Roy knew Piper's true feelings, he would definitely introduce her to Raphael.

Roy is nothing compared to Raphael, who's the real rascal.

"Mr. Roy, what exactly are you?"

"Of course I am human."

"Humans? Can humans really become that powerful?"

“当然可以，只要你能够做到每天完成100个俯卧撑、100个仰卧起坐、100个深蹲及10公里跑步，坚持1000天之后……”

"Can I be as strong as you?"

"Of course not, but your hair will fall out completely!"

"How dare you, Mr. Roy, make such a joke with a girl!"

As the sun set, Roy and Piper's shadows stretched further and further away.

As night fell, a special celebration was taking place at the Felton refinery.

For cult members, such days of revelry are rare. After all, resources are scarce during the apocalypse, and everyone is tightening their belts to survive. Only the high-ranking members of cults can enjoy themselves without any scruples.

At the center of the refinery stands a crudely constructed platform upon which sits a throne with a wasteland aesthetic.

At this moment, a middle-aged man dressed in a gothic style sat on the throne, and next to him stood a young woman holding a crying baby in her arms.

It was obvious that the baby couldn't stand the noisy environment, which is why he kept crying.

But the middle-aged man thoroughly enjoyed this chaotic revelry, shaking his head incessantly, looking like he was on drugs.

"Moni, I think this kind of celebration is good for boosting the morale of the Order, we should hold it more often!"

The woman named Moni looked troubled.

“King Joan, what you say makes sense, but the Order’s reserves probably can’t support this kind of revelry!”

"Supplies? That's too easy! Once we run out, we'll just plunder! With our Lord's protection, we can have as many supplies as we want!"

Joanne's explanation was very simple, but Moni, as the head housekeeper, knew that robbery was futile.

Unless the leader of the Fear Cult can conjure up supplies, the cult's looting of resources can only continue for a while. After all, the people living nearby aren't stupid; won't they just move away?
Furthermore, resources will only become scarcer during the apocalypse. Even if the Fear Cult succeeds in raiding resources every time they go out, the cost they pay for acquiring resources will only increase.

Once central America is completely looted, will the Fear Cult go on to loot other areas?
"King Qiao An, we'd better resume production, otherwise the looted supplies will definitely not keep up with the supplies we consume!"

Hearing this, Joan became somewhat unhappy.

"What do you know? I send my followers to produce supplies. How is that any different from an ordinary settlement? How can they believe in the miracles of our Lord?"

This is the limitation of all religious rule: it is based on ignorance and superstition, and everything progressive must be rejected.

Moni sighed, knowing she couldn't persuade Joanne, and could only carry the baby back indoors.

"Where are you going? That brat is about to be sacrificed!"

"Prince Qiao An, I would like to let her have one last hearty meal. What do you think?"

Upon hearing this, Qiao An nodded.

"Yes, she should definitely be fed before she sets off. Go! The ceremony begins in half an hour, then bring her out again!"

Moni carried the baby back indoors, unbuttoned her collar, and stuffed the plump food bowl into the baby's mouth.

With food, the baby immediately stopped crying and began to drink milk with all his might, his little hands constantly clenching into fists.

Seeing her innocent and adorable appearance, Moni felt a little sorry for her, but she couldn't resist Joan's tyranny. Even her own child had been sacrificed to the god of the Fear Cult.

In response, Moni could only try her best to make the baby's life as good as possible before he was sacrificed.

In a chaotic apocalypse, normal people will turn into demons.

"Little one, I hope you won't blame me. I was just trying to survive!"

Just then, a loud bang came from outside, startling Moni so much that she took the rice bowl back.

Without the baby food, the baby immediately started crying again. Moni quickly put the food bowl back and went to the door to observe the situation outside.

The gates of the Felton refinery were blown open by explosives, and a heavily armed pickup truck rushed in. A man stood on the truck bed and began operating a heavy machine gun, firing wildly at the cultists.

Almost instantly, the carnival party turned into a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood.

The terrifying power of the heavy machine gun shattered all the cultists who were hit, leaving them scattered in pieces, some to the east, some to the west, some to the south, and some to the north.

These cultists, who were having a wild party, were unarmed and were felled one by one by Milton like wheat being harvested.

Joan, who was sitting on the high platform, was startled and quickly hid behind the wasteland-style throne.

This throne looks very cheap, but it is actually pieced together from various steel materials and is very sturdy.

"Idiot, go get the weapon!"

Under Joan's command, the cultists who were farther away from Pikachu finally organized a resistance and began firing at Milton.

However, Milton was already dead and was not afraid of ordinary weapons. Instead, the cultists who attacked him were shot first, which made the cultists afraid to raise their heads.

However, while heavy machine guns are indeed powerful, they can also cause the barrel to overheat after continuous firing, which could lead to a barrel explosion if firing continues.

Seeing that the heavy machine gun barrel was red-hot, Milton stopped firing and picked up the light machine gun on the ground to fire at the enemy in the distance.

Light machine guns are inferior to heavy machine guns in both power and firepower, and the cultists in the distance finally mustered up the courage to fight back.

At this moment, Weber, who was in the driver's seat, also picked up a gun and fired at the cultists through the gaps in the car windows, which were reinforced with steel plates.

The firepower of the two guns finally reached that of a heavy machine gun, once again suppressing the cultists and preventing them from raising their heads.

This is why tanks are the bane of infantry.

The modified pickup truck is like a tank; as long as it doesn't run out of ammunition, it can easily suppress infantry.

As for ammunition, Webber has emptied his entire ammunition depot; he could fire bullets all night without any problem.

Moreover, unlike heavy machine guns, Milton and Webber could simply replace the light machine guns they carried with another one if the barrels overheated.

This infuriated Joan, and he carefully climbed into the factory.

Because Joan was on the high platform, Milton couldn't see him when he was lying down.

"Prince Qiao An, what exactly happened outside?"

Moni, hiding indoors, asked Joan with a look of horror, but Joan was in no mood to pay attention to her.

"Get out of my way! It's this brat's grandfather who's come looking for me! That old geezer must be taking advantage of this resurrection of the dead to seek revenge!"

Joanne knew Milton because she was the one who killed Milton's daughter and saw Milton's photo among her belongings.

That was before the end of the world began, about a year ago.

Unexpectedly, a year later, the resurrected Milton came knocking on their door.

Joanne opened a floor panel, revealing a box and a black scepter.

After hesitating for a moment, Joan did not pick up the scepter, but opened the box, which contained a single-soldier rocket launcher.

This was something Joan discovered by chance in a vehicle marked with the Blackwater Military Company after the apocalypse. The vehicle contained a large amount of weaponry, which allowed him to accumulate initial wealth at the beginning of the apocalypse.

This is the biggest reason why Joan has developed an obscure little cult to its current state.

After picking up the rocket launcher, Joan checked it and found it was still usable, so he carried it back to the platform and found a safe angle to launch the rocket.

By the time Milton heard the whistling sound of the rocket, it was already too late.

Pickup was hit head-on by the rocket and blown away. Milton lost a leg on the spot, but thanks to his physical condition, he was able to continue moving.

However, Webber, who was sitting in the driver's seat, was already beyond saving.

"Weber! Weber! Are you alright?"

No one responded. Milton struggled to crawl toward the pickup truck, only to find his old friend in pieces.

Although the old friend still had that familiar smile on his face.

"Weber, my dearest friend! May you ascend to heaven and be forever free from the suffering of this world!"

Milton said his final goodbyes to his friend, then stood up on one leg and continued fighting.

Milton had lost his grip on the light machine gun in the explosion, but he still had several pistols on him. He wielded two guns and unleashed a barrage of fire at the cultists, seemingly wanting to vent all the anger in his heart.

Faced with the fearless Milton, the cultists were once again suppressed.

Just then, a voice suddenly came from the high platform, catching Milton's attention.

"Milton Turner, look who this is!"

Joan stood on the high platform, holding a small baby in one hand and a black scepter in the other.

"Annie?"

Milton recognized his granddaughter at a glance. Seeing Joanne carrying his granddaughter like a piece of trash, his anger was as intense as a volcano about to erupt.

"Now, you'd better put down your weapons and come out to surrender, or this cute little girl will have to say goodbye to this world ahead of time!"

(Still Piper, but a still from the movie)
(End of this chapter)