Instigator and Protector of Violence-Chapter 295: Chasing the Wind in the Wind

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 seemed to be plummeting into the deepest darkness.

A light emerged.

A blinding light to the extreme, amidst the roaring winds.

After the light fell, Vasini heard the sound of intense gunfire, and those men emerging 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 seemed like the holiest Apostles, coming from the deepest darkness, bringing ultimate redemption.

Yes, redemption had come.

The Lord did not deceive them.

As long as one waits, when the wind rises, redemption will come.

"Charge out!"

Seeing the bullets of those black-clad men 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 men and seize the outcome 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 immense courage filled every corner among the people.

Alongside it, it seemed 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 members, almost with a sacred heart and expression, charged out wielding Wenster typewriters.

What greeted them was Travis leading the western gang members.

Travis was also in shock and surprise, he didn't expect things to turn around like this.

Who were those people attacking from behind?

Seemed formidable?

However, at this point, Travis had no retreat either, he could only move forward.

If he could capture the Sanctuary at this moment, then the situation would still be in their hands.

Watching the members of the Martinos Clan come out through the gate, Travis merely sneered.

"Kill them all."

His face no longer held a flippant expression, only extreme coldness shone in his eyes.

At this moment, 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 members.

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 some 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, something immediately 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 Name...

This level again.

"Kaster?"

He could only think of this name.

Among the Earth's True Name 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 become like this?

At the same time, 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 come 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 same.

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 some reason was that strong.

"Just a bit more... just a bit."

He stared at those men, 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 men in black coats bypassed him, charging forward once again.

The bullets seemed endless.

The intense roar almost made Trafford's ears go deaf.

In a daze, he seemed to be hallucinating.

He killed everyone, captured West, Johnny Blackbird, and satisfactorily returned to the Kingdom Defense Bureau.

He even discovered a tremendous 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 seemed to want to say something more.

But this night was about to pass.