Bishop 'Fateh' led more than twenty people, charged out of the ruins, and fled into the distance.
The identity of their enemies was still unclear, but they were definitely not the local Defense Forces or the local Association.
Those guys didn't have the power to level a village to the ground.
"Bishop, let's run north; there's a mine there. We can blend in with the miners and then escape," a member of the Congregation shouted.
Fateh's face was stern as he looked around and said, "Let's go, to the mine—"
In the midst of speaking, a sense of crisis rose in his heart again.
He grabbed the congregant who was guiding him and used him as a shield.
Thump~!
The bullet struck the body instantaneously, tearing through the leather armor, splattering blood.
The body began to soften, and the congregant, in shock, said, "I am loyal to the Church..., you...".
Fateh threw the worthless congregant aside.
His gaze turned back towards the direction from which he had come.
