"Ah!"

A scream of extreme pain rang out.

Susanna's first stab pierced directly into Mycroft's thigh, and a large amount of blood gushed out like a small fountain.

With his body in extreme pain, Mycroft, who was lying on the ground, had lost two arms, and his thigh had been stabbed. He had basically lost the ability to escape and could only use all his strength to retreat bit by bit.

After Susanna stabbed Mycroft's thigh with the dagger for the first time, she seemed to have gradually adapted to this feeling.

She held the dagger with both hands again and focused her mind. This time, she aimed directly at Mycroft's head and stabbed at him with her eyes closed.

Chi! Chi! Chi! Chi!

"Ah!"

Another series of screams sounded.

A layer of skin had been scraped off from Mycroft's face by Susanna, and fresh blood flowed out. It was very frightening.

After Susanna calmed down and opened her eyes, Mycroft's tragic scene immediately scared her.

She screamed. Susanna was so horrified that she accidentally dropped her dagger on the ground and took a few steps back.

Looking at this scene, Stark also felt that it was enough.

After all, she was only 18 years old. It was already good for her to be able to do this.

At that moment, looking at the screaming and wailing Mycroft, Stark directly walked forward. The Sword of God slashed across Mycroft's neck, and blood splattered out of his head. He understood his pain.

At the same time, he looked at Susanna, whose heartbeat had yet to slow down.

"You did well this time.

"In short, you passed the test."

Stark said.

"Test?"

Susanna was a little stunned.

"That's right.

"Letting you kill Mycroft with your own hands was a test for you.

"Be responsible. After leaving this house, I will not look out for you."

Stark replied calmly.

His original intention was to take Susanna as his future maid. However, in this apocalypse, so what if a girl was good-looking?

Even if she was a maid, he, Stark, would not spend his energy and food to feed an idle person.

Therefore, since he decided to take Susanna away, then he had to test whether she was a good-for-nothing or not.

In the apocalyptic era, no one with a soft heart could survive.

Facing an enemy who had personally killed her own family, if she didn't even dare to take revenge, what right did she have to be taken away by him?

And once Susanna made her move, it proved that she already had the capital to survive in this cruel world.

Stark told Susanna the reason for all of this.

Susanna listened and only nodded in a daze.

Then, she began to rejoice.

She was glad that she had killed Mycroft. Otherwise, she would have been separated from the big brother in front of her.

At the very least, from the looks of it, she felt that although this big brother also killed people, he was definitely not a bad person.

When she stood beside Stark, she even felt a sense of relief.

In short, in this current world, she did not want to separate from Stark. She wanted to become a useful person by his side.

"Susanna, I will cast a spell now. Don't resist. Just relax and accept it."

Stark's voice sounded from the side.

At the same time, he extended his right hand, and a pure and holy light blossomed from his palm.

What Stark wanted to use was naturally the ability of his Zeus body, the Light of Domination.

This was the most important divinity skill of his SSS-grade talent, the Body of Zeus.

He could cast a ball of the light as the main divinity and rule over a believer.

The believer's spirit would not be possessed, but it would follow the user unconditionally and with absolute loyalty.

[Ding, the target you have chosen matches a specific group of people. You have successfully released the Light of Domination!]

[You have successfully obtained the first loyal follower!]

After the system notification sounded, a ball of gentle light descended. It then merged into Susanna's body.

Susanna's eyes were closed at first, and she seemed to be a little nervous.

But very soon, she was healed by the power of faith in the light.

She wanted to follow the light in her eyes forever.

"Susanna greets Brother Stark."

Susanna bowed slightly to Stark and made a polite gesture.

"Yes, I got it."

Stark nodded. He was pretty satisfied with the first believer he had converted by using the power of the divine personality of the Body of Zeus during the apocalypse.

Then, he walked to the spot where Mycroft's right hand was broken. It was still holding the crystal wristband that Mycroft had found in the house.

The word "135" was displayed, indicating that 135 crystals had been collected in Mycroft's wristband.

Although this was nothing compared to Stark's 2000 crystals, it was still quite a big harvest.

After all, it was more than 100 crystals. From his estimation, he would need to kill more than 150 zombies to collect so many crystals.

He swiped his finger and transferred the crystals from Mycroft's wristband to his own.

"Well, then, let's go deal with the last problem in the house."

Stark said, then turned his eyes to Chris, who was lying on the ground under the wall.

At this moment, Chris was still in a half-conscious state due to Stark's earlier kick. She was groaning.

This woman was a Transcendent. If she was used properly, she should be quite helpful.

After seeing this scene, Stark smiled slightly. His two fingers rubbed against his chin, and a profound expression rose in his eyes.