He had just lifted his head when his movements abruptly ceased, and his hands fell limply.
Clang—!
A large blade was deeply embedded in the tree trunk behind him, its long hilt vibrating repeatedly.
What flew over with the headless corpse just now was this large blade; the corpse blocked the blade's form, so everyone was caught off guard.
The headless corpse landed in front of the man, but the man's head was carried behind him by the large blade.
With his head separated from his body, there was clearly no chance of survival.
Seeing this, the remaining two were startled!
All their companions had died in a short time, leaving only the two of them.
Yet, throughout the entire process, other than seeing their companions' heads and bodies destroyed and falling, they saw almost nothing else.
They didn't even detect the enemy who killed them; they didn't even know what that person looked like, and everything was already over.
Their hands trembled, and the fear welling up in their hearts was almost devouring them.
The thin, cold mist of the early morning enveloped them as the two began to stand back-to-back, muzzles facing outwards, intending to slowly move away like that.
Shawn lay on the tree branch, bewildered as he watched the two people below, back-to-back, spinning 360 degrees.
"Why do they think they can leave just by doing this?"
"Is it because performing a human top will make me laugh?"
Shawn raised the giant hammer in his hand to shoulder height, then released his grip at the right moment, and the giant hammer rapidly descended with gravity.
Bang—!
The skull and the giant hammer collided, breaking open like an eggshell, and the person instantly collapsed, lifeless.
The other person heard the sound and frantically turned his head to look down, and upon seeing the man who had just been back-to-back with him instantly turn into a corpse, he sharply raised his head, his muzzle following his gaze.
And it was precisely the moment he lifted his head that his pupils suddenly contracted, and cold sweat poured down his back!!!
Because there… there was nothing!
It is well known that visible danger is still within acceptable limits; what is truly terrifying is not knowing when he will disappear again.
Since the person's presence wasn't detected above, then where could he be?
The last person's finger slowly released from the trigger; he tried to move his eyes to the right, then his head followed his gaze, carefully turning behind him.
...A face came into his view.
Shawn was a bit puzzled: "How did you know I was behind you?"
Gasp—!
Before Shawn could even make a move, this person suddenly convulsed.
He was taking in less air than he was exhaling, foaming at the mouth and spitting bitter bile; he was actually scared to death by Shawn!
"No, aren't I quite handsome? Even Beth likes my face, what do you mean?!"
"Hurry up and get up and die again!!"
Shawn first retrieved the large blade, then waited for him to die and turn into a Walker, and then killed him again.
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"Thus, it is good."
After dealing with it, Shawn suddenly had a calm and peaceful expression, even more detached than in Saint mode.
By the time Shawn arrived at where the person was hidden, the The Cult Leader had already woken up.
At this moment, he was still struggling on the ground, the burned part of his back coming into contact with the rough rocks and weeds, causing him to grimace in pain, blood flowing freely.
Shawn went over and patted his head: "What's the rush? The people haven't even arrived yet, have they?"
Saying that, Shawn took out the neck collar he had brought and put it on the The Cult Leader.
Shawn playfully poked his chin: "Can't tell, but you actually look quite good with this dog leash."
The The Cult Leader's face was almost turning liver-purple with anger.
He had always been the one to treat others this way; when had anyone ever treated him like this?
But for a glimmer of hope, the The Cult Leader still had to continue begging for mercy.
"You let me go, let me go, and I'll tell you the truth! The truth about the substitute!"
"Oh?"
Shawn became interested.
He first untied his hands, leaning in to listen.
As the The Cult Leader desperately confessed, Shawn gradually understood the whole story.
It turned out that Elynn was Elynn, and the The Cult Leader was also Elynn.
However, this was initially.
The original Elynn gathered survivors using doctrines he had heard in his spare time, but at that time, he was far from having the methods he possessed today; the survivors only cared about the food and supplies he brought back.
Until one day, when Elynn returned to the Camp, he found an extra person in the Camp.
He was even more surprised to find that this person had a face almost identical to his own; he was greatly shocked and kept this person.
During his time with this person, he gradually got to know him, and their behaviors became increasingly similar.
Suddenly one day, that person approached Elynn.
"They need faith; advocating doctrine is our opportunity. Perhaps we can form a larger Camp, but the content of the doctrine needs to change."
And it was from that day that everything changed.
That person changed his name and also called himself Elynn.
Except for the survivors initially taken in by the first Elynn, no one knew that Elynn was actually two people.
One of them was responsible for tormenting, and the other was responsible for preaching, continuing from then until now.
That's right, Elynn was Elynn, and the The Cult Leader was also Elynn; that person was also Elynn.
The original Elynn was the Elynn of the Auction House; he laid the foundation for the initial The Cult.
The person who later joined the Camp was the current The Cult Leader, and it was the The Cult Leader who changed the doctrine, thus making the The Cult flourish.
From this perspective, perhaps the The Cult Leader was indeed Elynn's substitute, because from beginning to end, there was truly only one Elynn.
And those survivors who knew the true identities of the two became the current 'Supporters'.
They had tasted the benefits, so they became increasingly protective of the two's secret.
This was "The Truth of Elynn".
"So that's how it is." Shawn suddenly understood.
"So, I really am Elynn's substitute; you let me go, and I will never come back."
"You can kill him; he is the true founder of the The Cult!"
The The Cult Leader said impatiently.
After speaking, the The Cult Leader bounced up to leave, but Shawn pulled him back into his arms with one hand, unable to move.
Shawn looked at him and smiled.
"I do understand, and you are indeed not Elynn, but what does that have to do with me?"
"The person I was looking for has always been the The Cult Leader, not Elynn, so I didn't find the wrong person."
Shawn did not give him another chance to speak and deceive, directly sealing his mouth and re-tying his hands.
When Shawn climbed up the tree again and looked into the distance, a long line of vehicles was arriving one after another not far from the villa complex.
"They've arrived." A smile appeared at the corner of Shawn's mouth.
He took the The Cult Leader and hid early in the still burning remnants of the manor.
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