Qin Shufen and Chen Yuwei looked at the corpses strewn across the stairs, their faces pale and their legs going weak as wave after wave of bloodlust left them badly shaken.
Chen Shouyi kicked the old man's corpse aside and picked up the pistol from the floor.
It was a **, presumably picked up on the battlefield. Given Dongning's situation, quite a few guns had probably fallen into the hands of civilians.
This pistol's bullets had a muzzle velocity of only four or five hundred meters per second, far inferior to a rifle, let alone **. Being able to defend against a pistol was still a long way from saying that his body's defenses were immune to all light weapons.
"Click."
After fumbling with it for a while, he pulled out the magazine. More than half the bullets remained. He immediately shoved it back in, then turned and shouted, "Auntie, Sis! Hurry, we have no time to waste."
Remembering the church's cruelty, the two women shuddered violently. They hurried down the stairs, one foot light and the next heavy, stepping through the slick blood with trembling hearts.
The Savage God Church was nothing like the gentle, harmless modern religions where faith was a matter of free choice and people could come and go as they pleased.
One only had to think of the dark ages of medieval Western history to understand the Savage God Church's brutality.
And that had still been a civilized society in the feudal age, with a certain level of civilization and no supernatural powers—gods that existed only in name, virtual deities. The churches of the primitive, savage otherworld, where true gods existed, were even more terrifying.
Toward its own people, it was ** and brutal; toward outsiders, it was bloody and savage.
Especially a god like