Old Gods, Rapid-Fire Guns, and Prohibition

Chapter 294 [The Final Prayer]

The wind blew freely in the west district.

The followers of the Church of the Sea God were running around in the wind.

This completely ruined Trafford's carefully laid plans; what was originally an impregnable encirclement suddenly became leaky.

To make matters worse, some of their own people came to cause trouble.

At a secret outpost, officers from the Kingdom Security Bureau's Third Division roared in shock and anger at the people who burst through the door, "Which division are you from? Don't you know we have an important operation tonight?"

"You're the ones with an important operation? We, from Division Five, also have an important operation! We're taking over this area now!"

"You think you can just take over like that?"

When the two sides are arguing.

The wind has quietly passed them, and many others have passed them along with it.

The camera returns to the South District.

Under the heavy pressure of multiple rules.

Even in karst landscapes, there is simply no room for maneuver.

His rapier had already been restrained by several people.

However, Trafford did not use overly violent weapons, because his goal was to capture Count Jaccard alive.

If we can really catch this person, then we can force them to reveal some information.

But tonight's results are not just that.

That one...

"Don't hurt him."

Trafford pressed forward relentlessly with his fists flying, while simultaneously instructing the others to be careful.

At this time, Vasini was also making efforts.

He wanted to take advantage of the gap in the karst's defenses to secretly launch an attack.

Trafford has made thorough preparations today and will absolutely not give Vasini any chance to steal a win.

Neil the Throat Slider moved, and was immediately restrained again.

Because behind Trafford, there are many more law enforcement officers hiding.

Tonight, Trafford went all out, betting everything he had accumulated and his network of contacts over the years.

The goal is to take over the South District in one fell swoop and capture those key witnesses.

Vasini was under control, Karst was also under control, and the Martino family members were suffering repeated defeats. The Holy Church was now in sight.

Trafford took a deep breath.

The wind is really noisy tonight.

He was determined to seize the opportunity and take down Count Jacquard, whom he considered his leader.

At this time...

The wind picked up again.

strong wind.

A strong wind came from the west.

It blew everything away in an instant, including the situation that was once seemingly insurmountable.

The wind carried an indescribable power, leaving Trafford momentarily on guard.

By the time he realized what was happening, Count Jaccard, who had been under his control, had already escaped.

Neil the Throat Slitter is also gone.

"Follow me!"

He finally saw Count Jacquard's figure heading towards the sanctuary.

Neil the Throat Slitter was one of them.

At a point like this, are you still thinking about struggling?
it's useless.

However, even while chasing, he couldn't help but glance in the direction the wind was blowing.

Something's not right with this wind.

The wind also swept through other corners.

On Trevor's side, the Western bandits, who also held the advantage, were also hampered by the wind.

The Martino family began to retreat.

The same applies to the east.

"What the hell is this wind?"

Former allies couldn't help but start cursing.

But after a while of scolding, they started smiling.

They found several Winston typewriters on the ground. These were valuable items; they would normally cost a fortune to buy, but now they had them for free.

Give me one!

"I want it too, I want it too!"

"Don't you dare steal it!"

Because of a few guns, the once united ally has started to turn against each other.

However, this does not affect the overall situation.

The Martino family members have mostly retreated back to the sanctuary.

The battle has reached its final stage.

If the sanctuary is also breached, the Martino family will be completely wiped out from the world.

Judging from the current situation, it seems inevitable.

Vasini withdrew very slowly; he was almost the last one to cover the rear.

He kept rescuing injured family members.

Although he was also injured.

When Neil the Throat Slider is used at full power, he becomes connected to himself.

The fact that Neil, the throat-slitter, was constantly restricted and blocked was also a form of harm to him.

But he was the head of the Martino family, and he couldn't abandon the others.

After covering the last survivor's escape, Vasini spat out a mouthful of blood, glanced at Trafford who was almost catching up, and headed towards the sanctuary without looking back.

"May our Lord bless us, and tonight we will triumph once again!"

Even when the situation has become extremely bad.

Vasini still believed in the Savior of Darkness, in the God who had created miracle after miracle, and that He would redeem them.

The doors of the sanctuary slowly closed.

The dark hall was filled with wails and screams.

Valenzo, who had also sustained some minor injuries, walked over and whispered to Vasini, "Nearly sixty percent of our men are wounded. We have nowhere to retreat..."

His voice wasn't exactly desperate; he was calmly stating a result.

But in the end, he couldn't help but glance behind him.

His daughter was there.

Even if he doesn't care about anything else, he does care about his daughter.

"Believe."

Vasini glanced outside again through the stained-glass window.

The wind outside was so strong it seemed to have blown everything away.

But his powerful senses told him that those people were gathering in the wind.

"Trust in my Lord."

Vasini added another sentence.

In the final oracle, he received the instruction to wait, to wait for the wind to blow.

Redemption will come.

The wind has picked up.

Will salvation come?

"Let everyone sit down. There's still some time. Let's do our final prayers."

At this point, Vasini calmed down.

His heart was firm, so he felt no fear or panic.

All that remains is piety.

In contrast, the other members of the Martino family were not so steadfast; they found Vasini's words absurd.

Even though they were usually taught that the Dark Savior was the greatest being, when they were really on the verge of life and death, no one believed that the so-called god would actually appear.

But it seems there's nowhere to escape.

"Great Savior, our most holy Father, please awaken from the darkness, and through this raging wind, bring us final salvation. No one can stop your steps, nothing is your enemy, we will praise your name forever..."

"Amen."

As Vasini led the recitation of the prayer, the people present gradually quieted down and joined in.

Half of it was due to Vasini's prestige, and the other half was a form of self-salvation in the face of despair.

Perhaps, reciting the name of that Savior of Darkness can truly bring salvation?
As the prayer was recited again and again, the wind outside grew stronger.

The number of people is also increasing.

(End of this chapter)