American Horror Story, Starting from Falls Town

Chapter 510 God Killer

Joanne shamelessly used her granddaughter to threaten him, but Milton was powerless to do anything about it; he didn't want his granddaughter to suffer any harm.

Seeing Milton throw the gun on the ground, Joan smiled smugly.

"And throw away all the guns you have on you!"

Milton had no choice but to obey and throw all the guns hanging inside his clothes onto the ground, including the ultimate weapon, Godslayer.

Joan saw the Godslayer; the gun stood out starkly among those modern handguns.

"Ha! What era are we living in? You're still using such an old relic? But, it doesn't seem like there's anything wrong with an old man using old relics!"

This guy told a really lame joke, but the cultists still laughed along.

Milton stared at Joan with an expressionless face, unaffected by her mockery.

"Qiao An, release my granddaughter, and you can do whatever you want with her!"

“Call me King Joan, you old bastard! I will deal with you, and I will sacrifice your granddaughter to the god of fear! Think about it, Milton, in this cruel world, perhaps your granddaughter will suffer less if she leaves sooner, won't she?”

Joan spoke arrogantly about fallacies. As a cult leader, she had basic eloquence; otherwise, how could she bewitch her followers?
"Joan, if you don't let Annie go, I will never let you go!"

"Let me go? You don't think I can't deal with you just because you're an undead, do you? You know nothing about the power of the God of Terror!"

As she spoke, Joan brandished the black scepter in her hand like a madwoman, and evil and dark power surged from the scepter, drifting towards the fragmented corpses.

The affected corpses were quickly pieced together and transformed into some kind of dark creature.

“Milton, I will let these dark captives devour your flesh piece by piece, and finally crush your bones!”

Milton glared at Joan.

"Don't give me a chance, or I'll drink from your skull!"

"Ha! You think you can take it? How about this? I'll let you live a little longer, so you can witness your granddaughter being sacrificed!"

As she spoke, Joan raised her black scepter, and an evil power surged forth once more. However, this time the power did not drift toward the corpse, but instead burrowed into the ground in front of the platform.

Before long, the ground in front of the platform began to shake, as if something was about to emerge.

After a loud bang, the ground that had shaken turned into a huge, bottomless, pitch-black cavern.

If someone were standing next to the cave at this moment, they could hear whispers coming from the depths of the cave, as well as the ever-writhing, profound darkness.

Joanne walked to the edge of the platform, holding Milton's granddaughter Anne and hanging her above the cave.

"Do you see that? If I let go, your granddaughter will become food for the god of fear."

"You bastard!"

Milton could no longer contain his anger and stomped toward the platform, but the dark captives surrounded him tightly.

These dark captives were incredibly strong and possessed extremely high physical resistance, making it impossible for Milton to break out of their encirclement.

"Time seems to be almost up! 3, 2, 1!"

"Do not--"

As Joan let go, everyone suddenly heard the roar of a motorcycle engine.

A blue compact sports motorcycle sped by, passing over the cave.

The handsome man driving the motorcycle caught the baby just in time.

“Pipeper, please look after this little girl for me. What a bunch of scum, using such a young child as a sacrifice!”

"Yes, Mr. Roy!"

Roy got off the motorcycle with a dashing air, straightened his clothes, and today he was wearing a black suit, giving off a rather thuggish vibe.

Joan was interrupted by Roy at the height of her pride, and her mood instantly soured, especially since Roy was so handsome.

"And who's the one who got your mom into trouble with?"

"Let me introduce myself. My name is Roy Black, a UCLA student, an Olympic heavyweight world champion, a student of the King of Sloth, the master of the King of Lust, and the father of Satan... In short, you can call me Mr. Black."

At first, Qiao An listened attentively to the string of words, but when he heard the second half, he felt like he had been tricked.

"What the hell are you talking about?!"

Upon hearing this, Roy's expression turned dangerous. He instantly created a soul substitute, rushed onto the platform, and slapped Joan twice.

"Wrong answer. You should call me Mr. Black!"

Joan covered his swollen cheek, his eyes filled with shock and fear, because he couldn't see the soul substitute at all, so he didn't know how Roy had done it.

The fear of the unknown made Joanne uneasy.

"You, who are you?"

"Didn't I already say? Or are you saying you look young but actually have dementia?"

Qiao An's face turned red, whether from anger or from being hit, it was hard to tell.

"Damn it, you think you can scare me like this? The god of fear has granted me fearless courage! Seize him!"

As she spoke, Joan pointed her black scepter at Roy, and the dark captives surrounding Milton immediately turned and strode toward Roy with an indifferent gait.

"These damn things again. You don't actually think they can deal with me, do you?"

Roy snapped his fingers, and the dark power within the bodies of these pitch-black corpses was absorbed by him.
Previously, Roy had encountered cult members of the Fear Cult on the highway, which led him to discover that the dark power they possessed was of the same origin as his own Fear Incarnation.

Therefore, Roy could easily deal with them by directly absorbing the power that turned these corpses into dark captives.

The battle with Lucifer greatly improved Roy's mastery of the rules, and now even without using the system's abilities, Roy can still pull off many different moves.

However, Roy absorbing energy right in front of others is somewhat like a minotaur in person.

"Who is it? Who stole my power!"

A furious roar suddenly came from the depths of the cave in front of the high platform.

Immediately afterwards, the cavern shook violently again, and the dark power inside surged towards Joan like sticky oil.

Joan instinctively tried to dodge, but how could he possibly outrun the dark power? In the end, he was corrupted by the dark power and turned into a black man.

Yes, the race has changed.

Joan swept her malicious gaze across the scene, filling everyone with an indescribable sense of fear.

Only Roy and Piper are normal.

"Long time no see, Primal Fear." Roy already knew who was behind Joan, and greeted them very politely.

Primal Fear was very surprised that someone could remain normal under its gaze, but after observing Roy, it immediately recalled what had happened two years ago.

Two years is probably just a nap for a being like primal fear, which has a long lifespan, so it left a deep impression on Roy.

"It's you! You're that angel!"

Roy shook his finger at the primal fear.

"No, no, no! I am not an angel. An angel is just one of my many forms. Would you like to see my demon form?"

"I don't care what you are, just give me back my power!"

As Primal Fear reached out, the dark power within the cave surged forth once more, coalescing into a dark giant over ten meters tall, which strode toward Roy with terrifying pressure.

Upon seeing this scene, most of the survivors were terrified and ran away in panic.

Piper, holding the baby, was also feeling the urge to urinate. If Roy hadn't remained calm in front of her, she probably would have wet herself.

“Pipe, step back a little, I don’t want to hurt you.”

The blonde beauty hurriedly retreated to the corner of the oil refinery, where she saw Roy stretch his body, as if he were warming up.

But the next second, the Dark Giant brought down a fist that was comparable to the Hundred-Ton King.

The enormous size difference made Piper involuntarily close her eyes, but after a gust of air, her worst fear did not come true.

Roy easily caught the Dark Giant's fist with one hand, without even a speck of dust on his body.

The striking visual contrast left everyone speechless.

"Is that all the strength you have? Primal Fear, are you starving?"

Primal Fear narrowed its eyes, admitting that it had underestimated Roy's strength. After all, two years was just a nap for it, and who could have imagined that Roy's strength would have increased so much in the time it had taken to nap?
However, Roy is still at Earth's limit, meaning all his attributes are at 200, and he has not yet surpassed the limit.

Otherwise, primal fear would probably scare them into running away.

"It seems your strength has increased somewhat, but before the God of Terror, all your power is nothing but castles in the air!"

Roy looked very surprised.

"It's amazing that you can come up with such a metaphor. I thought that someone like you, who hides deep in the depths of dreams and dares not show your face, was not very cultured."

These words made the primal fear choke for a moment, and the momentum that had been building up instantly began to dissipate.

"You bastard! I hope you can still say that later!"

As he spoke, more dark power surged from the cave, shooting straight into the sky and quickly covering it, then slowly corrupting the area from the heavens.

Influenced by the dark forces, everyone felt a sense of disorientation.

Roy raised an eyebrow, realizing that primal fear was using some kind of force to superimpose reality and dreams, thereby maximizing its power.

It's like opening up a certain domain, except that the method of primal fear is much more advanced and powerful than a domain.

In a world where dreams and reality overlap, primal fear can perfectly circumvent the limits of the earth, allowing one's body to grow to thousands of meters tall, like a pitch-black mountain, filling one with utter despair.

"I didn't know there was such a way to do it!"

Roy suddenly realized that Primal Fear's operation was quite effective. By briefly overlapping other higher-dimensional worlds with Earth, it forcibly broke through the world's upper limit, thus allowing him to unleash power beyond that limit.

As expected, those who can survive from ancient times to the modern era must have some skills. Roy thinks he can learn from the methods of Primal Fear.

So here's the question: Roy doesn't seem to have a world under his control, so are we supposed to use the inventory to play around with it?
Now, face your true fears!

Piper finally couldn't control his bladder and sat on the floor in despair, leaning against the wall. The floor was already wet.

However, no one would laugh at Piper now, because the other survivors were basically in the same situation.

The only two differences are Roy and Milton.

Roy remained calm as he stared directly at the immense, primal fear, its power to manipulate fear having no effect on him.

After all, the Primal Fear raised the upper limit of the world through the dream world, which also allowed Roy to unleash his true strength. Now it's really hard to say whose stats are stronger.

Milton did indeed stand up through sheer willpower. There are always some people who can rival gods with mortal bodies, and perhaps that is what makes humanity great.

Faced with a primal fear as overwhelming as a mountain, Milton resolutely picked up the Godslayer he had just acquired and pulled the trigger on that primal fear.

At this moment, no one expected that Milton would be the first to make a move; even Primal Fear showed a surprised expression.

Even more surprisingly, the Godslayer, fueled by Milton's vengeful rage, managed to blast a massive hole in the primal fear that stood thousands of meters tall with a single shot.

Roy could see it very clearly: the point where the primal fear made direct contact with the god-killer bullet disappeared as if a piece of it had been erased by an eraser.

This power...

It appears to be some kind of rule-based erasure, completely ignoring both physical and magical rules.

To be honest, even the Leviathan's Axe couldn't do that.

Roy now understood why this five-barreled revolver was called the ultimate weapon; it was indeed terrifying.

The primal fear of being inexplicably and severely damaged Milton's shot had enraged Milton.

"You bastard, you actually hurt the great god of fear!"

As an ancient evil god, Primal Fear exerts a terrifying mental pressure, a feeling Roy has experienced firsthand.

Milton, as an ordinary undead, is in a much more miserable state than Roy was back then.

But at this moment, Roy transformed into his angel form, and his twelve wings of light illuminated the increasingly dark environment. The halos of light successfully restored Piper and Milton's courage.

"Primal fear, your opponent is me!"

Roy's full-power attack shocked Primal Fear, as Roy's strength at this moment was comparable to that of Gabriel when he first arrived.

Gabriel successfully scared away primal fears the moment he appeared.

However, what shocked the primal fear the most was Roy's tremendous improvement in strength.

"This is impossible! How did you improve so quickly!"

It's worth noting that Primal Fear witnessed Roy's transformation from an 8-winged angel to a 10-winged angel, only to have him become a 12-winged angel after he took a nap.

"Nothing is impossible! Primal fear, I had trouble finding you when you were hiding in the dream world, but you actually dared to come out! Then we can settle that score!"
"Take my Heavenly Sword!"

(Amber Heard cosplaying as an angel)

(End of this chapter)