Bull was shot in the shoulder and flew into a rage. "Someone actually dared to shoot at me? I'll have whoever fired that shot hanged! I'm the baron's brother-in-law..."
With the gunfire erupting, no one could control this ragtag cavalry regiment anymore. No one cared who Bull was, either. Dozens of rifles fired wildly, riddling the ambitious young man with bullets.
The baron's eldest son was thrilled. He desperately urged the driver on, making the carriage race ahead. Seeing that his uncle had entered the camp before him, he was thoroughly displeased.
When the carriage charged into the camp, the baron's eldest son jumped down. Without even sparing a glance for the corpses on the ground, he drew the sword at his waist and shouted, "I am the eldest son of Baron Filer! Everyone must obey my orders. Anyone who refuses will die."
Another volley of rifle fire answered him.
The poor noble boy had not even condensed a Seed of Power. How could he possibly withstand rifle bullets? Like his uncle, he was blasted full of bloody holes. The cruel smile had not even faded from his face before he fell beneath the carriage.
The driver trembled violently with fright. Miraculously, the wild barrage of gunfire had not struck him. He suddenly leaped from the carriage and ran for his life, trying to escape the camp, but another shot rang out and killed him on the spot.
Only then did the Baroness and her two children inside the carriage realize what was happening. They shook uncontrollably in terror, but the West Wind Knight Regiment soldiers, having already killed several people, had been stirred into a murderous frenzy. They rushed onto the carriage, dragged the family out, and shot them on the spot.
The servants, maids, and steward following in