Fortunately, the Main Line is at Hogwarts

Yes, threats.

The witch mother doesn't seem to have much wisdom, but after all, it seems that there are only human beings here, and there is only one witch mother, so no one knows what the fat man Brand is thinking about.

However, if there is no intelligence, then it is actually easier to perceive threats.

Because without wisdom, there is only instinct left.

The witch mother instinctively sensed that the humans on the opposite side were not easy to mess with, so she sat calmly at her dining table, pretending that she didn't see anything.

As for these witches?

The two never seemed to be in a life-and-death relationship.

It would be good if the witch mother didn't trample them to death.

But now, the witch mother had to express something, not because Brand called it a fat man, but because it felt stronger malice from Brand.

This malice endangers its life.

………………

"Wow!"

The huge figure stood up from the chair all of a sudden, shaking the huge thing with a pair of sharp eyes, like a drunk person, staggered, and rushed straight towards Brand and his party.

"Damn it!"

Brand complained.

It's not because the big guy opposite is so scary, but because the big guy opposite is too eye-catching, he has never seen such an ugly thing!

"Back off!"

he said aloud.

Facing the witch mother who stumbled and ran over, they had no intention of confronting at all, but stepped aside from a distance to avoid the previous tragedy of the witches.

Unhindered, the witch mother naturally ran unimpeded to the outside of the cave, the passage leading to the entrance of the cave.

It appears to have escaped without incident.

But Charles knew that things were obviously not that simple.

Sure enough, at the next moment, behind Brand, two fierce men came out pressing a ragged homeless man.

Brand kept mumbling something, then took out a mysterious mark, and pressed it directly on the chest of the hapless tramp.

"ah!"

The latter let out a scream, and the imprint burned his chest like a branding iron, bursting with golden and fiery red light, merging with his flesh and blood.

Then, before his screams ended, another man in body armor stepped forward, put his rifle behind his back, took out a gorgeous dagger, and slit his throat.

ended his life prematurely.

"Boom!"

The tramp fell to the ground.

In a vague way, Charles saw that the metal branded on his chest seemed to be some kind of sun symbol. Thinking about the masonic magic related to the sun, he quickly thought of what they wanted to do.

"Roar!"

Sure enough, the next moment, the witch mother stumbled back and ran back again, with heat rising from her body, as if she had just finished running in the sauna.

Curse of the sun.

Using the blood sacrifice, temporarily cursing all creatures within sight, so that they cannot appear in the sun, if they are directly looked at by the sun, they will suffer unbearable pain, and even melt.

So they weren't worried about the witch mother's escape because it was trapped.

And others here.

………………

"Kill them!"

"Tear them apart!"

In the chaos, Charles grabbed Madison and hid her behind the crowd.

Yes, just after the witch mother stumbled and ran back, Brand and the others immediately launched an attack. Several rifles fired one after another, some aimed at the witch mother, and some aimed at the witches behind.

Almost instantly, a blow from a thermal weapon destroys everything.

The witch mother screamed loudly, but after all, she was big, with thick skin and blood. Even if some of the guns in these people's hands could kill the immortals, at least they would kill them.

Just a few bullets can't kill a guy as big as the Witch Mother.

The witches fell down like they were cutting wheat, but soon they stood up again. Yes, although they are as fragile as ordinary people facing rifles, they are immortal, especially the witches are here, looking at this everything.

The weapons that cut off eternity are often very ancient, because it requires hunting a special monster, and Charr doesn't know what it is.

But he was sure the thing was extinct, centuries ago.

So the most advanced cut-off eternal weapon is also an arquebus, or a flintlock, or a semi-automatic rifle or something.

In modern times, there is no such special creature that can make this kind of weapon.

The standard weapons of the police station can suppress the witches, but they are only suppressed, they cannot kill them.

Soon, the two fought together.

But Charles stopped Madison, who tried to intervene.

Even though there were only a dozen or so people in Brand's party, there were nearly a thousand witches present. There was a huge difference between the two. The former seemed to be doing things beyond his control.

But Shire knew very well that the Freemasonry would definitely not move out without certainty.

From what they said, it was obvious that they had been eyeing Shengtong for a long time, and they even planned to pack the witch mother away.

Prepared mages and unprepared mages are completely two extremes, and the same is true for freemasons.

The well-prepared Freemasons are obviously not that easy to deal with. The odds of winning this group of witches are actually not very great.

As for what the Freemasons wanted the saint child for, and even planned to take everything away from the witch mother, Charles didn't know why. He had never encountered a similar plot, but it was a normal thing.

But although he has never encountered the exact same plot, many random plots are similar, the process may be somewhat specious, but the result is the same.

They just want to use the holy boy as a sacrifice in some kind of ritual or something. The holy boy... he is very special, and the effect is also exceptionally good.

According to the processing in the game, even if it is not Su Zhen who appears this time, but some other unselected child, the plot will probably develop like this, and it will still hit the Freemasons.

………………

Witch mothers were hurt, most importantly, their ceremony was inexplicably interrupted, and the other party even wanted to snatch their holy child, of course the witches would not back down.

The high priest was still lying on the ground, but Ava was still standing, and her crazy grandmother was there, and the newly converted newcomers on the high platform.

But in fact, there was no need for Ava to say anything at all. When the witch mother stumbled and ran back, the group of crazy witches had already gone straight to Brand and the others.

Although they were the first to kill the high priest, they didn't know the reason for that weapon, and thought that the high priest could still be resurrected.

Then with their usual violent style, after the initial shock, of course they wouldn't love this group of people.

You know, women are crazy, especially after a group of women gather together, this kind of madness is even more chained.

"Shatter! Shred them!"

The witches howled, swarming like a group of zombies.