Our family is in decline

"He is not worthy of receiving the power of the Holy Light." Junia had no intention of saving the leader. On the contrary, she simply rejected Disma's request.

Although they didn't finish reading it when they rushed over just now, they all saw part of it and guessed what it was.

She is not one of those doctors with lofty beliefs who can treat the injured regardless of the facts. She has her own set of codes of conduct.

It would be better for this scumbag to die as soon as possible.

"Oh~ Okay." Disma just shrugged and smiled and didn't care. He turned to look at the leader who was still wailing. "You are going to be in bad luck. We can only find another way to save you." , it may be a little painful, just bear with it.”

As he spoke, Disma tore off the leader's ammunition bag and poured gunpowder directly onto the wound, causing the leader to wail again, but he was so tortured that he could hardly struggle and was so weak that he could only twitch a few times to signal.

When the gunpowder was ignited, the wound on the leader's thigh instantly exploded with light, and thick white smoke rose. There was also a strange burning smell in the smell of gunpowder.

At this moment, the leader's whole body tensed up instantly. Not to mention wailing, the severe pain directly penetrated his last consciousness and passed out.

And this was good news for him. The wound stopped bleeding and he no longer had to feel the pain.

But this is frightening to the other plunderers. Boss, hold on. What if they come to torture us if you faint?

Fortunately, Disma had no intention of continuing to torture the looters. He turned his head and looked aside and shouted to the young man who fell to the ground.

"Hey kid! Stop pretending."

The young man also realized that he had been exposed and could only struggle to sit up. But what was unexpected was that at the same time, he actually raised the gun he had just picked up and pointed it at Disma.

"Don't come here! Otherwise I'll shoot!"

Disma couldn't help but be stunned for a moment. His gaze fell on the young man's face, as if he was seeing a reflection of the past...

Half of his face has become red and swollen, and the other side is damaged. One eye may have been punched several times and now it can't even be opened. The blood flowing out of the mouth and nose mixed with dust stained the face, making him look very embarrassed.

The strong desire to survive activated his instincts, causing him to breathe unconsciously and heavily, and he could feel severe pain in his pursed lips and twitching face from time to time.

However, although he looked frightened when facing Disma, he was still able to resist. I have to say that this kid is quite courageous.

It's just that you want to scare Disma with your broken pistol... Isn't it a bit funny?

Disma, instead of retreating in the face of the threat, kept approaching the boy and even started to encourage him.

"You just have a gun and a bullet. I have four people here, two of them are armored. Who do you want to shoot?"

"I'm going to beat you, don't come over, or we'll die together!" The young man suppressed his fear and shouted, trying his best to show that he was not easy to mess with.

"It's over, isn't it? Do you have the strength to compete with me, Disma? Just your broken gun?" But instead of being afraid, Disma directly accelerated and approached, aiming at the muzzle of the gun, "Come on, shoot gun."

The young man had never seen such a ruthless person before. He was just stunned when the man stood in front of him.

"Okay, I'll give you another chance." Seeing that he didn't respond, Disma leaned over and grabbed the barrel of the gun and put it against his head, "Is that okay? As soon as the trigger is pulled, my life will be gone."

"Boy, let me count to three, just three." Disma looked at him, his eyes were calm and a little cold, but he still counted in his mouth, "One, two..."

When the word "three" came out, Disma grabbed the pistol. The boy didn't even react, and the movement in his hand was still maintained.

"You'll be useless if I give you a chance!" Disma didn't pay much attention to his reaction. He played with the blood-stained pistol and complained.

Only then did the young man finally react. His swollen face had no expression, but his eyes revealed a numbness of despair.

However, Disma did not attack him. On the contrary, he admired him. After all, he had suffered a lot because of his youth and arrogance, and when he came to his senses, he still regretted it.

"Watch it boy, this is how a musket is used."

Disma cocked the hammer in front of him to demonstrate, and then stuffed it back into the boy's hand.

"Boy, let me tell you, it's a good thing to be brave, but you have to see the situation clearly before taking action. Don't think you are powerful, because there will always be someone more powerful than you in this world. The more powerful a person is, the better he knows how to control himself.

Also, guns are not used to threaten, they are used to kill. When you pull out your gun, it means you are ready to shoot, otherwise you will reveal your intention. "

Then he casually threw the leader's ammunition bag at him, "Here, without this, the gun in your hand is just scrap metal."

Junia came over at this time, looked at the scars left by the beating on the young man's body, and raised her hand to use magic to treat them.

"May the Holy Light protect you."

When the sacred power came to the young man's body, which was almost falling apart, the pain was relieved instantly... Even a ray of sympathy was rare in the fierce battle.

Junia was practicing magic, and Leonard also came over and gestured to the young man.

"We are a special strike team set up by Hamlet to deal with the complex situation of the ruins. Next time if you encounter a crime, you can go to the town to report it."

Leonard didn't care whether the boy understood or not, so he turned around and left.

This can only be regarded as a small episode. Disma was too lazy to care about these scavengers and turned his attention to the trembling looters. A cruel smile suddenly appeared on his face and he shouted.

"Get up all of you, either stay here with him or go back to Hamlet. Whoever wants to run away, I don't mind playing with you."

The plunderers were frightened to begin with, and immediately stood up regardless of the pain on their bodies.

It would be better to go back to Hamlet and go to jail than to be tortured and then left to die in this evil place.

They are just some bullies who are afraid of the strong. If they had the courage, they would have gone deeper instead of plundering here.

And the thought that after death, their bodies will be desecrated by evil wizards and turned into skeletons is even more unbearable for many people. To be honest, they also want to go to heaven.

As for whether we can say otherwise, it can be seen that the church has a profound influence on ordinary people's ideas...

The looters had their weapons taken away, and each one of them lowered his head and staggered, looking like a walking corpse that had been drained of energy.

But don't think that Disma and the others will be polite. Anyone who walks slowly will be kicked up.

As for escaping, are they faster than bullets and arrows?

Not to mention that they were all scared out of their wits and the crazy looters turned into sheep.

For Leonard and the others, there were multiple considerations in not killing these guys. As the lord's cronies, they knew some of Hamlet's secrets and understood that death would accelerate the awakening of the evil god, so they had the responsibility not to kill people casually.

Another reason is to establish authority over these guys and tell them that the ruins are also part of Hamlet and are not an illegal place.

As for after using it? They are the goods that doctors want, and sanatoriums are their destination.

The young man was treated, and his roiling internal organs finally calmed down a little. He looked at the people walking away, and then looked down at the musket in his hand, as if he understood that he had survived.

It's just that those people are too strange, actually...

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu...We survived."

"I was scared to death just now. I thought we were dead."

The other scavengers who had been shrinking for the whole scene finally reacted. They were occupied by the joy of surviving the disaster, and they kept venting the accumulated pressure through words, and they were going crazy!

The young man's attention was drawn back by the movements, but the look he looked at was not so friendly.

Damn it, they are brothers, no one reacts when something happens to me, and they don't even dare to run away. This kind of teammate is really speechless.

It seems that they also know that they are a little guilty because they just looked at them without help. When someone noticed the young man's gaze looking over, he suddenly became quiet.

"Brother, are you okay?"

"Be careful and I'll help you up."

"..."

Those people immediately came over, trying to restore some relations.

"I can't die yet." The young man struggled to stand up without waiting for those people to approach. It must be said that the magic healed many injuries. Otherwise, let alone standing up, it would be difficult to survive.

The gun-holding gesture and the angry eyes scared the scavengers away from him.

There is no doubt that the young man felt betrayed and he was beaten. They had nothing to do with him. Who wouldn't be angry?

It’s okay to be beaten, not to mention that I almost had my anus exploded. Who can bear this grievance?

But after a few breaths, he still suppressed his anger. The gun can only kill one, and then what?

Either they run away madly, or they work together to kill themselves. It can be said that killing them and then provoking a conflict will not do you any good.

The young man's eyes looked at the unconscious leader on the ground. The sentence "having a sharp weapon and having a murderous intention" is really reasonable. His anger could no longer be suppressed and he raised his gun and aimed at him.

This move actually made the scavengers breathe a sigh of relief, and some even started to encourage them.

"Shoot him!"

"That is, kill him."

"It's not this guy..."

They also need a place to vent their emotions. This time, it's all blamed on the leader. They didn't dare to say a word just now, but now they have become so brave that they dare to go up and kick them.

The actions of these people actually calmed the young man down. Those people were right, leaving him here like this was the real torture. Death could not be that simple.

"Okay, it's getting dark soon. Pack your things and leave quickly. As long as you follow them, you won't be afraid of the robbers."

The boy's words made them react. Several people came up and quickly helped him pick up the garbage scattered on the floor and put it back into the bag. One even helped him carry it.

The boy didn't refuse. This was what they should do. He carefully handled the musket and quickly figured it out.

He carefully put the hammer down, inserted it back into his waist, and hung up the ammunition pouch. His entire spine suddenly became straighter.

"Brother, who are those people?"

"Nonsense, didn't they say it themselves, they are Hamlet's law enforcement team."

"Those people are so strong, they defeated those robbers easily."

"Of course, they are the envoys of Lord Hamlet."

It has to be said that the powerful strength shown by the team just now completely conquered them, and it became an object of worship for the young man...

As for Leonard and the others, they drove away the looters and had to leave the ruins before night came, otherwise they would be surrounded by skeletons.

"Brother, this is not like you." Leonard knew Disma well, and anyone who dared to point a gun at him was dead.

In response to this, Disma laughed and complained, "I think that boy has never used the musket at all, and the hammer has not been cocked. It is useless even if he actually pulls the trigger, otherwise who would dare to risk his life. "

Laura didn't go far before she noticed the little tail behind her and reminded everyone.

"They're following."

"Just follow them, otherwise why would we save them? Our work will not be in vain if they are eaten by other looters."

It was obvious from their words that the scavengers were also part of the plan.

Hamlet wants to show his control over the ruins and the rules. In addition to the thunderous action just now, he must have a mouthpiece to spread it.

These scavengers returning to the town will spread the scene and shock the looters, who have to bear the pressure whether they want to or not.

The location of the town is right there, and almost all the adventurers who went to the ruins have chosen to withdraw. It's hard to say whether there are others. Anyway, more and more people can be seen.

Most of them can be said to be very fruitful. They carry sacks on their backs, and even if they contain bricks, they are worth some money.

And the situation where Leonard and the others were driving away a bunch of people quickly attracted the attention of others.

"Commander, look quickly, they are the plunderers just now."

"It doesn't look like they grabbed something. Who is following them?"

"Hey! I've seen that nun, she's from Hamlet."

The most recognizable thing here is not knights like Leonard, but the rare clergy.

It can be counted on one hand, so people were constantly discussing it before the ruins were opened.

Scorpion also saw it. He found the scavengers following that team, and they were not just those, but more and more.

What does it mean that those scavengers actively sought Hamlet's refuge?

Scorpion's thinking is a little deeper than those of ordinary people. What he sees is that Hamlet's concept is extending to the ruins.

At the same time, more and more people understand the benefits of being under Hamlet's protection and actively rely on him.

But this has nothing to do with them...

Leonard and his team were not the only ones operating around the ruins. On the contrary, a lot of resources were invested in it. Just by walking to the periphery, you could see Hamlet's troops.

A group of soldiers were summoned, but there was one more thing that needed to be done before handing over these plunderers to their escort...

It’s still a double monthly ticket. Please support me. I feel sorry for the poor children.