Qin Shufen and Chen Yuwei looked at the bodies sprawled across the stairs, their faces pale, their whole bodies weak, terrified by the gory scene.

Chen Shouyi kicked away the old man's corpse and picked up the pistol from the floor.

It was a military pistol, likely picked up from the battlefield. Given the situation in Dongning, it's estimated that many guns have ended up in civilian hands.

This type of pistol has an initial bullet speed of only four to five hundred meters, far inferior to a rifle, not to mention a sniper rifle. It's capable of defending against pistols, but it's far from being immune to all light weapons.

"Click"

He fumbled for a while and took out the magazine, finding it still more than half full. He then reinserted it and shouted back, "Aunt, Sis! Let's go quickly; there's no time to waste."

The two women recalled the Church's cruelty, shuddered all over, and cautiously made their way down through the slippery blood, their hearts trembling with fear.

The Barbarian God Church is not as gentle or harmless as modern religions, with freedom of belief and free entry and exit.

Think of the dark ages of the Western Middle Ages to understand the cruelty of the Barbarian God Church.

This was a time when civilization had reached the feudal era, had some degree of civilization, and had no extraordinary power, with deities nominally being virtual deities, let alone in a primitive, barbaric, alien world church with an actual deity.

Despotic and cruel internally, bloody and barbaric externally.

In particular, the God of Hunting, who has a habit of blood sacrifices, deals with traitors solely through cruel blood sacrifices, offering their sinful souls to the deity for judgment.

"Aunt, take this gun to defend yourself," Chen Shouyi said, handing the pistol over.

Qin Shufen glanced at the blood-stained gun and felt sick, waving her hand repeatedly and saying, "Don't... don't give it to me, give it to Yuwei instead."

Chen Yuwei hesitated, gritting her teeth and taking it warily, feeling the sticky blood and piercing stench in her hand. It felt like she was holding a cold, dark viper rather than a firearm. Her scalp tingled, and she wished to throw the gun away and scratch around madly.

Yet, she held onto it firmly, her knuckles turning slightly pale; it was her and her mother's only means of self-defense.

As the three descended the stairs, door-closing sounds echoed, and many peeped through observation holes, cautiously watching them, their eyes emitting fear and hatred.

A young man, a Martial Artist Apprentice, silently opened the door as they passed, charging with a sword in an attempt to ambush. Chen Shouyi grabbed the blade, and with a light push, the sword hilt went through the attacker's chest like piercing tofu, continuing into the wall behind him.

The youth's body was half hung on the wall, screaming in agony.

Qin Shufen and Chen Yuwei watched Chen Shouyi in shock, unable to comprehend the impact in their hearts.

"Go quickly!" After swiftly dealing with the Martial Artist Apprentice, Chen Shouyi moved briskly toward the downstairs.

His heart sank slightly; he already heard the noisy shouting and footsteps outside. The God of Hunting Church's control over this city surprised him.

There certainly wasn't a lack of cooperation from collaborators and the zeal of the ignorant common folk.

Otherwise, such an all-encompassing mobilization ability wouldn't be possible.

Upon exiting the building, Chen Shouyi saw a group of cultists, holding torches and various weapons, rushing toward them.

"It's them; quickly, capture them," a plump middle-aged woman shouted shrilly from a window on the third floor of the building.

Chen Shouyi's expression cooled, as he pulled a coin from his pocket and flicked it forcefully.

"Whoosh!"

The woman's voice instantly turned from shrill to a scream, then abruptly stopped, as a coin embedded several inches into her forehead. Her body swayed and fell backward.

With this pause, footsteps echoed from behind; even without looking, he knew his group was trapped between two sides.

"Aunt, Sis, return to the corridor for now; fire at anyone you see without hesitation," Chen Shouyi said solemnly.

"Oh! Okay... okay, I understand," Chen Yuwei replied frantically, gripping the gun tightly, pulling her panicked mother along.

As the two entered the corridor, Chen Shouyi bellowed mightily, his voice booming like thunder:

"Anyone who wants to die, come at me. I just don't believe no one is afraid to die."

The crowd quickly fell silent, as the atmosphere grew unbearably tense.

"They betrayed the great God of Hunting, kill him!" someone shouted from within the crowd, causing everyone to become agitated.

"He's alone!"

"It's time to prove our devotion."

"Die and ascend to the Divine Country!"

A half-brick flew from afar, striking Chen Shouyi in the chest. Without flinching, the brick bounced off, falling to the ground, as he coldly scanned each face in the crowd, whether excited, fearful, twisted, or fanatical.

These people were already insane.

Divine Country?

On Earth, one couldn't reach the Divine Country after death.

But even if he explained, they likely wouldn't believe him anyway.

Several muscular men holding clubs eagerly approached Chen Shouyi.

Chen Shouyi flashed a bloodthirsty smile, a hint of ferocity, stomping the ground fiercely; the wind howled, and before his front foot landed, his sword was already out with a "clang."

"Ssssss!"

Four successive soft sounds of the sword piercing flesh, Chen Shouyi brushed past four people, swiftly charging toward the crowd.

The four stood rigidly, unmoving; the next moment, blood spurted fiercely from their necks as their heads tilted and fell to the ground.

By now, Chen Shouyi had already plunged into the crowd. A bespectacled young man holding a baseball bat was still alight with excitement when his upper body slowly slid down from a blood gash along his chest and abdomen; his expression changed suddenly, letting out a piercing scream.

...

His reaction speed was nearly seven and a half times that of an average person. In some sense, the world seemed slowed down by seven and a half times in his eyes.

To him, ordinary people were little better than stationary wooden stakes.

Blood sprayed like fountains, and severed limbs flew in the air.

Only when Chen Shouyi had slaughtered over a dozen did the crowd finally panic, screaming as they desperately retreated, trampling over one another, with many falling to the ground.

Screams echoed continuously, resounding through the night sky.

Chen Shouyi stopped, holding his Long Sword, blood dripping steadily from the tip.

Watching the chaotic crowd flee desperately, he showed no expression.

As he turned around, the crowd behind had long vanished without a trace.

Only one young lady, filled with terror, sat collapsed on the ground. Seeing Chen Shouyi approach, covered in blood, her face went pale, and she scrabbled back, hands and feet struggling and a rapidly spreading puddle beneath her, having lost control of her bladder.

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