Our family is in decline

The Sheriff let go of the dog leash and wrapped the chain around his hand.

The hound seemed to understand his words, and immediately pricked up its ears, and its expression became firm and aggressive.

He quickly walked over and put his foot on the door. The wooden door that was originally unlocked was kicked open by him, and even the man guarding the door was knocked out.

"Don't move everyone!"

The sheriff raised his baton and the hound barked. The two worked together as closely as they had in arresting criminals countless times before.

But just when he was about to take further action, he spotted a familiar figure in the strange red light, which stood out among the pagans.

The familiar uniform, the fat body, and the police badge that was more exquisite than his.

He slowly raised his eyes and saw the man showing an arrogant smile.

"Even the Sheriff is one of them!"

The Sheriff was stunned, with a look of disbelief on his face. His movements stopped, making the dog look a little confused. It didn't know whether to charge or retreat.

"Catch him!" The high-ranking preacher pointed at the sheriff and shouted, and all the cultists below rushed towards that direction like a frenzy.

But the missionary did not expect that the believer standing in front of him did not follow him, but opened his cloak towards him to reveal the big sword inside.

"Do it!" Lance said, inserting the long sword into the missionary's chest with a straight thrust. At the same time, he did not stop. He drew out the long sword with his backhand and swung it. The blade of the sword directly tore the hood and decapitated him.

The head fell to the ground and rolled around, and then I saw a middle-aged man with an ordinary face. He looked full of surprise. He probably didn't realize it until he died. The believer who had just been praised by him would suddenly launch an attack. He died without using any means.

The cultists rushed towards the Sheriff without noticing what was happening behind them. They were now besieging the Sheriff.

It's just that the Sheriff didn't escape. Instead, the cultists were ordinary farmers with no weapons at all. When he waved his baton and specifically hit their heads, he beat the enemies one by one with bloody wounds.

The hound also showed the madness of a beast, jumping into the crowd and biting those people's legs with one bite. One bite could make people bleed and let out painful wails.

He can even swoop down, knock someone down and bite his neck, obviously he has received special training.

The positions of these cultists are particular. The more powerful they stand, the closer they stand to the front of the altar.

So when those farmers-turned-believers were defeated, it was not that simple for the following believers composed of mercenaries and vigilantes, because they carried weapons with them.

But Lance and Disma were not just decorations. After killing the missionary, they directly picked up their weapons and rushed in to kill.

Disma was not bragging, and there was no sign of any rust in his eating skills.

His body is agile and his movements are quick. His moves are aimed at vital points, and when he swings his sword, he will definitely bring out a pool of blood.

But suddenly a scream made his heart tremble, and the dagger that had been swung out suddenly retracted, and he became timid, completely losing his courageous look just now.

"You go protect people."

Lance noticed this and immediately asked Disma to back away, but he was not so particular. When he waved the long sword, no one could stop him here. Wherever he passed, there were broken limbs and arms, and it was basically impossible to find them. to complete.

There were only a dozen people in total, and ten of them were hacked to death by him.

Those cultists soon discovered that something was wrong, but by this time it was already too late~

"Where to escape!" Lance found the sergeant who was trying to escape. He swung his sword and deflected it. The long sword that was originally slashed turned into a slap and hit the fat belly directly, knocking down the hurriedly fleeing sergeant. There was a miserable wail on the ground.

"Shut up!" Lance put the sword directly on his neck, frightening his voice to get stuck in his throat.

The scene was cleared, and only three people and one dog were still standing.

The two sides looked at each other, and Lance took the initiative to speak to break the solemn atmosphere after the battle.

"Close the door and don't disturb the cultists who haven't come over."

The Sheriff was silent for a moment, seemingly hesitating, until he set his sights on the Sheriff, then he sighed, put down his baton and closed the door behind him.

"Save the man and tie him up."

Lance signaled, and then the two of them remembered what had happened and quickly put the girl down from the altar.

"Get up, either you go up by yourself, or we help you~" Lance raised his sword to signal.

The Sheriff is still a little confused. He still hasn't realized how the powerful priest fell.

"Hurry up!" Lance saw that he was still dawdling, so he kicked him in the stomach, almost knocking the shit out of him.

After hanging the fat pig, the Sheriff, on the altar, this place started to look a bit like a slaughterhouse~

Only then did Lance focus on the girl.

A very ordinary girl, somewhat similar to the portrait on the missing person notice I saw today, it was confirmed that she was the missing one.

"There were no external injuries. He was probably just drugged by a cult and he woke up after time passed."

Lance had a little understanding of the cult's incense, so he felt relieved and turned to look at Disma, who was feeling a little out of sorts.

He immediately walked among the corpses, opened the hood of one of them, and found that it was actually a woman.

I understand why Disma suddenly stopped just now~

Lance didn't say anything more, and casually opened up a few more people. Three of these cultists were actually women.

He turned to look at the police chief who was tied and hung like a dead pig. He was so arrogant just now, but now he is so embarrassed.

"Tell me, what's going on with this cult?"

"No! You guys have misunderstood. I'm here to investigate. I'm not on the same side as them."

"Honestly, I can still give you a chance to live. You just force me to do it. Do you think the church's burning rack is fun?"

These people have only joined for a month at most. They are not the kind of fanatics who have been brainwashed for a long time. What's more, he is not an ordinary farmer, but the leader of the town's police chief. He has some experience and may not have the purpose of joining the cult. So simple.

Moreover, looking at his fat head, he does not look like a strong-willed person. When he heard about the church and the burning rack, he immediately put on a stern face and struggled to defend: "I am really not in the same group with them. I have always been I am a devout believer in the Holy Light, and I go to church every week to attend prayers..."

"Tell these things to the church people~"

Lance turned around and said, "Take the girl away and then notify the church to come and take care of her."

"Hey, don't, don't, don't! Brother, I have money, I will give you money, what can we discuss~"

Thanks to Don’t Be Late, Red Lotus Fire, Lion-Hearted King Lane, and Xingxing Yanyanjiejie for their tips.

Thanks to the many shareholders who voted for me monthly.