Instigator and Protector of Violence-Chapter 293: The Final Prayer

The wind was wantonly blowing across the West District.

The followers of the Sea God Church were running back and forth in the wind.

This completely disrupted the arrangements Trafford had made, and what was originally an impregnable encirclement suddenly became full of gaps.

Even worse, there were insiders causing trouble.

At a secret stronghold, members of the Kingdom Defense Bureau's third division watched in anger and surprise as someone barged in, shouting, "Which division are you from? Don't you know we have an important operation tonight?"

"You think you're the only ones with an important operation? Division five has an important operation too! We're taking over here now!"

"You think you can just take over?"

While both sides were arguing,

the wind quietly passed over them, along with many others.

The scene shifts back to the South District.

Under the heavy pressure of multiple rules,

even Kaster had no room to act.

His thrusting sword had already been restrained by several people at once.

But Trafford hadn't used overly violent weapons either, as his goal was to capture Count Jiakade alive.

If he could really capture this person and then extract some information,

the spoils of tonight would be much more than just that.

That one...

"Don't hurt him."

Trafford, with the wind at his hands, pressed on step by step, constantly advising others to be careful.

At this moment, Vasini was also making an effort.

He wanted to take advantage of the gap caused by Kaster being besieged to secretly exert force.

But Trafford had prepared thoroughly today, leaving no chance for Vasini to take advantage.

Just as Throat-Cutter Neil made a move, he was immediately restrained again.

Because behind Trafford, more enforcers were concealed.

Tonight, Trafford had gone all out, putting all of his years of accumulation and connections on the line.

It was an all-out effort to take the South District, to capture those key witnesses.

Vasini was restrained, Kaster was also held back, and the Martinos Clan members were in retreat, with the Sanctuary already in sight.

Trafford took a deep breath.

The wind tonight was indeed boisterous.

He was about to capture Count Jiakade directly in one fell swoop.

At that moment...

The wind rose again.

A fierce wind.

The fierce wind blew from the west.

It blew away everything in an instant, including the certain victory in the situation.

This wind carried an indescribable force, leaving Trafford only vigilant at first.

By the time he reacted, Count Jiakade, who had been restrained, had already escaped.

Throat-Cutter Neil was also gone.

"Keep up with them!"

He finally saw the silhouette of Count Jiakade heading towards the Sanctuary.

As was Throat-Cutter Neil.

At such a time, are they still thinking of struggling?

It's useless.

But while pursuing, he couldn't help glancing in the direction the wind came from.

This wind, something is not right.

The wind also swept across other corners.

Over by Travis, even the western gang, which held the advantage, was hindered by the wind.

The Martinos Clan began to retreat.

The east was the same.

"What kind of damned wind is this?"

The former allies couldn't help but curse.

But after cursing for a while, their faces broke into smiles.

Because they found several Wenster typewriters on the ground.

These were valuable goods, hard to come by normally, but now they were gaining them effortlessly.

"Give me one!"

"I want one too!"

"Don't fight over them!"

Because of a few typewriters, the former allied forces actually started a bit of infighting.

But this did not affect the overall situation.

The members of the Martinos Clan mostly retreated back to the Sanctuary.

The battle had reached its final stage.

If the Sanctuary were to be breached, the Martinos Clan would vanish from the world completely.

And from the current situation, it seemed inevitable.

Vasini retreated slowly, almost the last to hold the line.

He continuously helped injured family members to safety.

Even though he himself was injured too.

When Throat-Cutter Neil was in full force, he would be linked to Vasini himself.

Just now, as Throat-Cutter Neil was continuously restrained and blocked, it caused harm to Vasini himself.

But as the head of the Martinos Clan, he couldn't leave the others behind.

After covering the last living person to safety, Vasini spat out a mouthful of blood foam, cast a glance at the quickly approaching Trafford, and without turning back, headed towards the Sanctuary.

"May my Lord bless us, tonight, we shall still be victorious!"

Even though the situation had deteriorated to the extreme,

Vasini still believed in the Dark Savior, believing that the god who had performed miracle after miracle would redeem them.

The door of the Sanctuary slowly closed.

The pitch-black hall was filled with echoes of wailing.

Valentino was also slightly injured, he came up and quietly reported to Vasini, "Nearly sixty percent of our people are injured, we have no retreat left…"

His voice wasn't particularly despairing, merely calmly stating a fact.

But he couldn't help but glance back.

His daughter was there.

No matter what, he cared about his daughter.

"Believe."

Through the stained glass, Vasini looked outside again.

The wind outside seemed to have blown everything away.

But a powerful enough perception told him, in the wind, people were gathering.

"Believe in my Lord."

Vasini added another sentence.

In the final revelation, he was told to wait, wait for the wind to blow.

Redemption would come.

Now the wind had risen.

Will salvation come?

"Have everyone sit down, there's still some time, let us make our final prayer."

At this time, Vasini had calmed down instead.

His heart was resolute, so he had no fear, no panic.

Only piety.

Comparatively, the others in the Martinos Clan were not as resolute. Listening to Vasini's words, they only felt it absurd.

Even though usually they were indoctrinated with the belief that the Dark Savior was the greatest existence, when truly at the edge of life and death, no one believed a so-called deity would truly appear.

However, there seemed to be nowhere to escape.

"Great Savior, our most sacred Father, please awaken from the darkness, through this fierce wind, bring us the final salvation. No one can hinder your steps, nothing is your enemy; we will praise your name forever…"

"Amen."

As Vasini led the prayer, those present gradually fell silent, joining in the recitation.

Half due to Vasini's prestige, the other half due to a kind of self-rescue on the edge of despair.

Perhaps, reciting the name of the Dark Savior could truly bring them salvation?

As the prayer was recited over and over, the wind outside grew stronger and stronger.

The gathering of people increased as well.