Old Gods, Rapid-Fire Guns, and Prohibition

Chapter 293 [In the Wind]

The wind was so strong that it completely drowned out the gunshots.

Because of what happened last time, this time, on Trevor's advice, the attacking side did not use any Winster typewriters.

They were using older, classic single-shot guns.

Although it is less efficient, it is more stable, safe, and has stronger firepower.

At long range, its suppression capability is actually quite good.

However, once they get closer, their disadvantages become apparent.

The Martino family members were all equipped with Winster typewriters, two for each person.

In addition, the wind was coming from the downwind direction, so the bullets came down like a whirlwind.

People started falling to the ground immediately.

However, many more of those who fell were members of former allies.

People like those from Western gangs and the Royal Guard deal with firearms more often, so they at least know how to avoid them.

The former allies have been holed up in Little Ibia for years, and it's already good enough that they have access to some homemade weapons. High-end items like the Winster typewriter are still too rare for them.

However, they had a large number of people, so even if one group fell, a second group immediately took their place.

"Charge! All of you, charge! If we take tonight, we'll have money and territory!"

Amidst desperate shouts, the other two sides were also launching a vigorous attack.

The Fifth Division of the Kingdom Security Bureau, especially those in the middle, launched the fiercest attack.

For no other reason than that Trafford himself took to the field.

In this situation, if anyone dares not to work hard, they will have no chance to work hard at all.

Trafford really went all out tonight.

Heeding Trevor's advice, instead of using the Winston typewriter, he obtained a batch of large-caliber hand cannons from the Kingdom Security Service's equipment development department to pave the way.

A single shot from a hand cannon is enough to shatter a wall; its power is astonishing.

The Martino family gunmen, who had been firing from their bunkers, had their cover torn apart by the hand cannons and were immediately exposed to the bullets.

While their own bullets were incredibly fast thanks to the wind, the Kingdom Protection Bureau's side was further enhanced by the presence of Enforcement Officers with True Names.

Once the order 'No bullets allowed here' is given, the bullets that come with the wind automatically fall to the ground or slide away.

Therefore, under Trafford's leadership, the offensive here was extremely smooth.

Meanwhile, Trevor's offensive was also progressing smoothly.

Having learned from his previous experience, he used guns modified by a Western gunsmith he had found, and with the added blessing of his real name, Death Ranger, his men were practically immortal.

Even if he was hit by a bullet, he could still keep moving forward and then exchange fire with the Martino family using modified large-caliber firearms.

Even though the Martino family members drank the holy water, they were still forced to retreat under such intense attacks.

Ultimately, it's because our foundation is too weak.

Even though Vasini had forcibly integrated all the original capital city mafia families, it was still too short a time.

Faced with the combined attack from three sides, they could only retreat, and retreat again.

Soon, the sanctuary appeared in the night wind.

If one retreats to the sanctuary, then there is truly no way out.

Vasini, who was in the sanctuary, was clearly aware of the seriousness of the situation.

He can no longer stay here.

"My Lord, protect me on my journey!"

He gave one last prayer, then took his gun and knife and went out the door.

The moment he stepped out of the sanctuary, he activated the Throat Slitter, Neil.

Following the wind, Neil the Throat Slider was incredibly fast, instantly killing several of the fastest-rushing members of the Kingdom Guard.

After all, their original rules only protected against bullets, not knives.

However, after circling around, Neil the Throat Slider's next attack didn't have the same effect.

Because the rules have been changed.

"Cold weapons are prohibited here!" This decree was not issued by one person, but by several high-ranking law enforcement officers.

Tefra stood at the very front.

His entire body was also covered by a light silver armor.

This was also a valuable item he had requested from the Equipment Department—a Level 4 Alchemy Creation product, specifically designed to counter the Throat Slider, Neil.

Under the constraints of multiple rules, Neil the Throat Slider is finding it increasingly difficult to fly.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Trafford reached out with his bare hands to grasp the blade hidden in the darkness.

He caught it with his bare hands.

Vasini, of course, would not let him succeed so easily, and he immediately prayed to God.

This time, God responded to him and gave him strength.

With the blessing of divine power, Neil the Throat Slider spun violently in Trafford's palm, his silver light armor flashing with intense light.

"It's no use, Vasini. You have no chance tonight. Surrender and hand over the people, and I might consider sparing your life!"

Trafford growled and headed into the depths of the wind.

Vasini's resolve remained unshaken.

He simply kept praying to God, and...

"That's about it, it's time. Let's go, Karst."

He wasn't entirely without tactics.

His knife was just a scout; there was another knife, after that.

Karst.

next moment.

The karst landscape is already visible in the wind.

However, he was no longer the same as before; he had transformed into Count Jaccard, wielding a silver rapier.

You know what, Karst's swordsmanship is definitely not bad.

After all, he had lived for a very long time and was probably a nobleman in the old world.

The silver rapier was originally his spoils of war.

"It's really you!"

Upon seeing Karst transformed into Count Jaccard, Trafford became excited again and threw the throat-slitter Neil, which was vibrating like a living thing, at Karst.

Then he shouted, "The main character has arrived! Let's go!"

Immediately, five or six people dressed in the same light silver armor emerged from the darkness.

These silver light armors were not only for defense against the throat-slitter Neil, but also for Count Jaccard.

After all, his rapier was incredibly powerful; Trevor's clone had once been pierced through by his sword.

As soon as several people in light armor appeared, they followed Trafford and pressed forward.

As they pressed forward, they continued to devise new rules.

"We can walk as fast as lightning here."

"Only the six of us here can use cold weapons."

"This place only has..."

In an instant, a large number of rules were rewritten.

Even the wind stopped briefly.

And Karst, wielding the silver rapier, seemed to be forced to slow down his movements.

He looked at these people, but his eyes showed no emotion. Instead, he turned his head to look in another direction.

That direction...

Ethan is directing the wind.

(End of this chapter)