Old Gods, Rapid-Fire Guns, and Prohibition

Chapter 296 [Chasing the Wind]

Many years later, when Vasini recalled that night, he still could not forget it.

When the doors of the sanctuary were about to be broken, and everything seemed about to plunge into the deepest darkness.

Light came on.

The light was blindingly bright in the howling wind.

After the light fell, Vasini heard a burst of gunfire, and then he heard men emerging from the wind and light.

They were dressed entirely in black, holding Winston typewriters, the sparks from their guns illuminating their cold, stern faces.

They are like the most sacred apostles, coming from the deepest darkness to bring ultimate salvation.

Yes, salvation has arrived.

The Lord did not deceive them.

Just wait, and when the wind rises, salvation will come.

"Kill out!"

When Vasini saw the unstoppable bullets of those dark-skinned men, he felt as if he had been given the ultimate stimulant.

He knew that victory would surely belong to them.

We can't stay cooped up in the sanctuary any longer; we have to fight our way out.

With the help of those men, they won the war in one fell swoop.

The people in the sanctuary, who had almost given up hope, were also moved and encouraged.

They didn't believe any miracle would happen; they were just waiting to die.

Unexpectedly, a miracle actually happened.

As Vasini had prophetically said before, salvation has come.

So, do gods really exist?
Savior of Darkness?

A tremendous courage filled every corner of the crowd.

Along with it, it seemed as if even more power was surging into their entire bodies from the darkness.

The gate has been opened.

The two most devout family members under Vasini, almost with a sacred feeling and a sacred expression, rushed out carrying the Winster typewriter.

Approaching them were Trevor and his Western gang.

Trevor was also in shock and astonishment; he hadn't expected things to take such a dramatic turn.

Who was that guy who attacked from behind?
Does it seem like something extraordinary?

However, at this point, Trevor had no way out; he could only move forward.

If they can capture the sanctuary at this time, the situation will still be in their hands.

Trevor merely sneered as he watched the Martino family members emerge from the door.

"Kill them all."

His face was no longer cynical; his eyes held only an extreme coldness.

At that moment, he was like a vulture in the western wilderness, with only prey in his eyes.

With each shot from his Margaux 1820, the Martino family members were struck squarely in the vitals.

In an instant, he knocked down three people.

He whistled softly as he changed bullets.

It seems to be playing aimlessly, but if you listen carefully, you can feel the light and lively rhythm within it.

This is a kind of folk song with a strong Western feel, like the wind on the prairie.

Unfortunately, there are no grasslands here tonight, only the sea and the sea breeze.

The wind from the sea will blow everything away.

As he prepared to press forward, he suddenly noticed that his men were falling to the ground one after another.

Furthermore, even his death power couldn't save him.

"how is this possible?"

Trevor's pupils contracted slightly; this was his greatest asset and the source of his fearlessness.

But now it's... broken?

Could it be that?
His gun began searching for a target, and at the same time he activated his authority ability, Death Eye.

He needs to find the core of the problem.

Then he saw it: as soon as his men fell, something immediately pulled away the deathly power that he had been controlling. "Got you!"

He locked on and fired immediately.

However, the situation did not improve the moment the bullet struck.

He rushed forward and discovered the truth of the matter.

Dense, vein-like vines were constantly absorbing the power of death.

The true name of the earth...

Still at this level.

Karst?

This is the only name he can remember.

Among the powerful beings with true names on Earth that he knew, they were still within the Southern District.

But... wasn't this guy already killed?

So, did they surrender?

Having encountered such resistance, he has lost all his advantages.

Neil the Throat Slitter was already hurtling toward him.

How did things turn out like this?
At the same time, this question also came to Trafford's mind.

His men were falling one after another, while the gangsters who rushed out of the darkness from who-knows-where actually withstood their counterattack completely.

The bullets couldn't hit them at all.

It was as if the bullets slowed down automatically when they reached them, and they could easily dodge them by simply moving away.

It was as if the wind itself was helping them, blowing perfectly in their favor, making them incredibly swift.

"Where did this thing come from?!"

Trafford furiously opened fire, while constantly closing the distance to the group. He was wearing alchemical armor, which would give him an advantage in close combat.

His colleagues who were with him were also like that.

Although we are at a huge disadvantage at present, we still have a chance to turn the tide once we get close.

He was trying his best to move forward, even though the wind was inexplicably so strong.

"Just a little further... just a little bit."

He stared at those people, then threw away his gun and replaced it with an alchemical weapon—a law enforcement baton.
However, just as he was about to enter the optimal attack range.

"Om-"

A deafening roar, almost shattering everything, struck his face directly.

A huge axe fell from the sky and smashed down directly on us.

He could only instinctively use his baton to block it.

As a result, he was thrown back several steps before stopping, his armor seemingly booming continuously.

What immense power this is! And who is this powerful being?
He looked into the darkness.

There, a man wearing a strange mask and holding a giant axe stood silently.

Behind him, the men in black trench coats passed him and charged forward once again.

The bullets seemed to be endless.

The deafening roar nearly deafened Trafford.

In his daze, he felt as if he were hallucinating.

He killed everyone, he captured West, Johnny Blackbird, and he returned to the Kingdom Guard as he had wished.

He discovered a huge secret, gained that person's approval, and his life changed from then on...

"boom--"

Another gust of wind interrupted all his reverie.

A huge axe came crashing down on us; it wasn't the wind, but pure killing intent.

"I……"

He seemed to want to say something more.

But the night is almost over.

(End of this chapter)