Many years later, when Vasini recalled this night, he still couldn't forget it.
As the doors of the Sanctuary were about to be broken down, and everything seed to be plumting into the deepest darkness.
A light erged.
A blinding light to the extre, amidst the roaring winds.
After the light fell, Vasini heard the sound of intense gunfire, and those n erging from the wind and light.
They were clad in black from head to toe, wielding Wenster typewriters, the muzzle sparks illuminating their stern faces.
They seed like the holiest Apostles, coming from the deepest darkness, bringing ultimate redemption.
Yes, redemption had co.
The Lord did not deceive them.
As long as one waits, when the wind rises, redemption will co.
"Charge out!"
Seeing the bullets of those black-clad n unstoppable, Vasini felt like he had been injected with the highest-grade adrenaline.
He knew victory would surely belong to them.
They could no longer cower inside the Sanctuary waiting, they had to charge out.
To cooperate with those n and seize the outco of this war in one fell swoop.
The nearly despairing people inside the Sanctuary were moved and inspired.
Originally, they didn't believe a miracle could happen, they were just waiting to die.
Unexpectedly, a miracle did happen.
Just like Vasini's prophetic words earlier stated, redemption had arrived.
So, do gods really exist?
Dark Savior?
A surge of imnse courage filled every corner among the people.
Alongside it, it seed as if more power was welling up from the unseen depths into their bodies.
The doors were already open.
Two of Vasini's most devout family mbers, almost with a sacred heart and expression, charged out wielding Wenster typewriters.
What greeted them was Travis leading the western gang mbers.
Travis was also in shock and surprise, he didn't expect things to turn around like this.
Who were those people attacking from behind?
Seed formidable?
However, at this point, Travis had no retreat either, he could only move forward.
If he could capture the Sanctuary at this mont, then the situation would still be in their hands.
Watching the mbers of the Martinos Clan co out through the gate, Travis rely sneered.
"Kill them all."
His face no longer held a flippant expression, only extre coldness shone in his eyes.
At this mont, he was like a vulture in the western wilderness, seeing only prey in his sights.
The Margolin 1820 in his hand fired, each shot hitting the vital points of the Martinos Clan mbers.
Three people were knocked down by him in an instant.
He reloaded while casually whistling.
Seemingly whistling aimlessly, yet upon careful listening, one could feel the lively rhythm within.
It was so kind of folk song, rich with western flavor, like the prairie wind.
Unfortunately, tonight there was no prairie here, only the sea and sea breeze.
The wind coming from the sea would blow everything away.
When he was about to continue pressing forward, he suddenly noticed that his subordinates were already falling one by one.
And, even his power of death couldn't save them.
"How could this be?"
Travis's pupils slightly contracted, this was his greatest reliance, his capital to fear nothing.
Now... it was ineffective?
Could it be?
He began to search for the target, simultaneously activating his authority ability, the Eye of Death.
He wanted to find the core of the problem.
In the end, he saw, after his subordinates fell, sothing imdiately extracted the power of death that he controlled.
"Got you!"
He directly locked on and fired.
However, the bullet had no effect the next second after it hit the target.
He rushed forward swiftly, only then discovering the truth of the situation.
There were dense vine-like things, continuously absorbing the power of death.
Earth's True Na...
This level again.
"Kaster?"
He could only think of this na.
Among the Earth's True Na powerhouses he knew, especially within the South District.
But... wasn't this guy already killed?
So, surrendered?
Facing such an ambush, his advantage was lost completely.
And Throat-Cutter Neil was already roaring toward him.
How did things beco like this?
At the sa ti, this question also surged in Trafford's mind.
His people were constantly falling, while, in contrast, those unknown figures charging from the darkness withstand their counterattack entirely.
Bullets couldn't hit them at all.
It felt like bullets slowed down around them, and they casually dodged them.
Like the winds were aiding them, blowing right in their favor, making them incredibly swift.
"Where did these people co from?!"
Trafford fired angrily and frantically closed the distance towards these people, wearing alchemical armor, close combat would give him an advantage.
The colleagues following him also did the sa.
Although currently at a significant disadvantage, there's still a chance to turn the tables once they got close.
He tried his best to proceed, even though, the wind for so reason was that strong.
"Just a bit more... just a bit."
He stared at those n, threw down his gun, and switched to an alchemical weapon, a cudgel.
However, just as he was about to enter the optimal attack range.
"Buzz—"
A sound almost slashing through everything, rushed directly towards his face.
A gigantic axe descended from the sky, smashing towards him.
He could only instinctively use the cudgel to block.
As a result, he was knocked flying, retreating several steps before stopping, his entire body armor resonating with an ongoing hum.
What a colossal force, who was this mighty figure?
He looked into the darkness.
There, a man wearing a strange mask, wielding a giant axe, stood silently.
And behind him, those n in black coats bypassed him, charging forward once again.
The bullets seed endless.
The intense roar almost made Trafford's ears go deaf.
In a daze, he seed to be hallucinating.
He killed everyone, captured West, Johnny Blackbird, and satisfactorily returned to the Kingdom Defense Bureau.
He even discovered a trendous secret and received the approval of that person, his life from then on...
"Boom—"
Another fierce wind blast interrupted all his vivid imaginations.
A massive axe directly slashed towards him, the original wind, was nothing but pure killing intent.
"I..."
He seed to want to say sothing more.
But this night was about to pass.
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