As the silence was pierced by the sound of gunshots, countless nuns in the church turned their eyes to Victor.

One by one, they stood, like summoned believers, slowly gathering towards the door.

Each nun bowed her head in silence for her companion who had fallen in a pool of blood with her eyes rolling.

Blood flowed slowly down the steps of the long carpet, like branches of the tree of life, to the feet of the assembled nuns.

Scarlet blood stained their flawless white robes and stained their feet.

The nuns looked at their fallen companions with a clear grief in their eyes.

The pain overflowed from their eyes and weighed heavily on their hearts.

They stood in a pool of blood, folded their hands, bowing their heads in prayer.

Despite the fact that Victor had just shot and killed someone, the nuns in the field did not seem to see Victor as a threat at all.

So, Victor reached out and tapped the shoulder of a nun next to him.

The nun turned her head and looked at Victor with compassion on her face.

There was a hint of fear in her eyes, but she was still covered in intense pity.

"Sir, you need atonement."

Bang!

Another gunshot rang out, and a searing projectile pierced the nun's skull.

The nun also fell to the ground with a "plop" and collapsed weakly.

His eyes rolled, blood and brain matter, and the blood on the ground spread more and more, becoming stronger.

And Victor's clothes were not even stained with blood.

The fall of another nun made the nuns present even more frightened, and they all lowered their heads.

But their hands were still on their chests, and their fingers were together, and they prayed in low voices.

So, Victor walked over to the third nun.

The same process, he stretched out his hand,

He gently patted the nun in front of him on the shoulder.

The nun slowly raised her head, her body trembling after being touched by Victor,

But she turned her head and looked at Victor with a shudder.

The fear and fear in his eyes were even more exuberant, almost on par with compassion.

"Sir, you ......"

Bang!

Before she could finish speaking, the sound of gunfire cut off her voice.

The third nun fell to the ground, and the blood spread even more terrifyingly,

At the same time, the surrounding sounds finally became quiet.

But Victor still didn't stop himself.

Every time he walked up to a nun, he would reach out and pat the nun.

It's as if telling the nun to prepare for death.

Subsequently, regardless of the other party's reaction, regardless of whether the other party will turn their heads or not.

Victor will only do one thing -

One shot, end their lives.

After all six rounds of the pistol were fired, six nuns lay on the floor of the church.

In front of Victor, there were still more than a dozen nuns.

Their faces showed palpable horror, but none of them fled.

Perhaps they are more puzzled and don't understand why this "guest" who needs redemption would kill people without saying a word.

The remaining nuns stood in a pool of blood, trembling slightly, and stared at Victor in fear, silently waiting for his next move.

Victor just spun the pistol in his hand and calmly stared at the nuns in front of him.

Even the nuns who fell to the ground examined them in the same way.

"You are very patient indeed."

He said calmly,

"Even if a compatriot dies tragically, he doesn't dare to expose himself, and he doesn't even dare to try to resist."

Every word silenced the nuns even more.

They kept their heads down, afraid to make a sound, or even to make any movement.

"Although you try to imitate humans,"

"But the real human being is facing this situation, and it shouldn't be your reaction."

As he spoke, Victor's gaze fell on several trembling nuns.

Then, he put away his gun and walked back to the door, walking up to the first nun he had shot.

He bent down slightly, reached out, and placed his palm on the nun's face and stroked it gently.

Her eyes rolled, and her body seemed to have completely lost its warmth.

But the body of a person who has just died will not become so cold for the first time.

In the end, Victor's eyes were on the blood bar and level on the other party's body when he touched the other party.

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"The last thing you should do is walk in front of me."

"Then, touch me."

Victor's eyes were cold, and he gently spat out the last two words.

"Bloodline."

Almost instantly, Victor could feel the nuns around him reacting.

Panic, shock, and even murderous intent.

But these intense emotions were eventually forcibly suppressed by them, and they tried to return to fear.

"First...... What exactly are you talking about, sir? ”

An older-looking nun asked in a trembling voice.

The corners of her mouth twitched unnaturally, her eyes were full of fear, and her body trembled slightly.

Listening to the nun's words, Victor slowly stood up.

With his right hand in his pocket and his left hand on a cane, he looked at the talking nun not far away.

"The one just now is the second-generation product of the Clavenna family, [Wind Eagle]."

"It can be equipped with six projectiles and has an effective range of 200 yards."

"Of course, no matter how close it is, this weapon can only kill an ordinary person with one shot at most."

Victor smiled faintly and pulled out the revolver engraved with magic runes from his pocket again.

"Because, this is a weapon from ten years ago."

Victor used the Kravenner's first mass-produced firearm, the Wind Eagle.

When not performing special skills, Wind Hawk's attack power is only 100.

Just enough to be able to kill an ordinary person who has not been leveled up with one shot.

It also happens to have 100 health.

On such occasions, it seems easy to shoot an ordinary person.

However, in a world full of magic and warriors, guns can't be used for first-time kills for high-level professionals.

Even a crispy mage should have a few hundred HP at level 30.

Not to mention a kingdom dominated by warriors.

In fact, the Wind Eagle is already an advanced product of the Klevenna family.

And the first generation of the early Rayser family could not even break through the basic defenses of second-order warriors.

But these nuns who are priests in front of them can't withstand a single shot.

They even deliberately let the blood spill in order to play more realistically.

Only six people died, and the ground was about to turn into a river of blood.

Victor said lightly, with a hint of sarcasm in his tone.

"I know your bishops, and I have met the first clergy."

The priesthood, as a branch of profession focused on the service of the gods, gains the special powers of the gods through devotion.

And the goddess of fertility, as one of the few "good" deities, has very few members of her church.

Ten years ago, when Victor first arrived in the kingdom, there were only 2,000 people in Shulben, a million-strong population, who worshipped the goddess of fertility.

But as long as you can become a believer in the goddess of abundance, you will definitely not be an ordinary person.

But becoming a believer in the goddess of fertility is by no means ordinary, and each of them will receive a share of the divine power of the goddess of abundance.

This is evident from the fact that they are able to weave ears of wheat with abundant divine powers.

With the protection of divine power, they should not be injured by such ordinary firearms.

Therefore, Victor's gaze fell on the "corpses" on the ground again.

"Just now, I was giving you a chance to get up on your own."

"But you don't know what to do."

As he spoke, the gun in his hand vanished like a magic prop.

Instead, a small and charming flame ignited from the fingertips, swaying slightly and emitting a faint glow.

Although the flame was small in appearance, its abundant light and frenzied heat reverberated on the west wall of the church.

It's like an angry lion, just the sparks that he brings with him can burn up this place.

At this moment, the surge of light and heat made the faces of the nuns present change instantly.

"You, along with the blood from your bodies, will be vaporized by me."

The words of warning slowly fell, and the corpse lying on the ground suddenly reacted.

Their eyeballs rolled, and their fingers twitched like broken branches.

The blood on the ground seemed to be awakened by the life force, miraculously swimming upstream, and drop by drop was sucked back into their bodies.

Then, each nun stood up in unison, and the bullet holes in their skulls were magically healed.

They carefully gathered behind an elderly nun, bowed their heads, and apologized in a chorus full of guilt:

"I'm sorry, Elder."

"We're scared."

Because of fear, they could no longer lie on the ground and pretend to be corpses.

Obviously the elders told them that if necessary, if someone really makes trouble, they should not resist if they are attacked.

It's okay to lie on the ground and pretend to be dead.

But the flames that leaped between Victor's fingers terrified them, fearing that their blood would indeed evaporate.

As a Bloodline, that would mean true death.

Faced with this situation, the nun, who was revered as an elder, just shook her head and looked at Victor with a solemn face.

"No, it's not your fault."

"He's right, we still don't understand human beings."

In fact, her arrangements are quite thorough.

After all, with such a realistic death scene, ordinary people must panic when they see it, and may even flee immediately.

Faced with such a scenario, any intruder will instinctively run away.

As a blood clan, the distance between them and death is not as far as ordinary people think.

Bloodlines are difficult to kill, and even a drop of blood can be reborn.

As a result, it is difficult for them to express the panic that comes with the sudden death of a life around them.

Most importantly, none of them thought of it.

The man in front of him had already eaten their identities thoroughly.

At this time, the elder of the Blood Clan protectively surrounded the other nuns behind him, staring at Victor with a dangerous glint in his eyes:

"Who are you, sir?"

"What is your purpose?"

Seeing this, Victor withdrew the flames.

Ignoring the gazes of those present, he walked past them and walked to the deepest part of the church.

Then, he looked up at the benevolent statue of the goddess of fertility, and then looked down.

The first time I saw the marble on the chest of the statue, in the center of his hands, clutched an ear of rice that radiated a golden sheen.

Victor slowly stretched out his hand and removed the ear of rice in front of everyone.

"That is, that's the ...... the bishop gave us"

Several nuns screamed in surprise and opened their mouths wide as they tried to speak.

Suddenly, the haze around them made them freeze in place, and they stopped talking in shock.

The surging magic swirled from the Western Circumference, and the azure magic passed through every meridian of Victor.

As the magic overflowed, a dark green and damp smoke rose from around the church.

Immediately afterward, the smoke became heavier, and the first thing was to completely envelop the building.

Countless nuns were dumbfounded, looking at the strange movements around the church, and their eyes widened one by one,

Even the older nun was shocked and breathed heavily.

The smoke tore a crack open with the golden light, and the rift grew larger and larger as the streamer spread.

From the first to the end, a field of rice ears and wheat stretching for thousands of miles, swaying golden waves, suddenly appeared, and sat in the place where Victor was.

The ears of rice in the wheat field swayed in the wind, radiating the radiance of holiness.

Victor stood in the middle of this sparkling wheat field, and did not look back, but gently lowered the ears of rice in his hand back to the high platform where they came.

The light of the wheat field seemed to be more vivid, and the ears of rice seemed to hear the call, gently swaying their majestic figures.

Victor, surrounded by this golden luster, spoke calmly:

"Go and tell your bishop."

"Your godfather is back."