Steampunk Era: Mad Abield
Chapter 866: Section 572: Conflict (Part Three) _3

Chapter 866: Section 572: Conflict (Part Three) _3

"They’re colluding with the Chaos Cult!" The middle-aged man answered very briskly this time: "I warn you! You’d better release me right now! Otherwise, the Dole Vince family and the Winter Wolf Church will never let you off!"

Malin’s companion Tuojin, along with the soldiers, all laughed. There was even dwarven laughter among them; it seemed the Flame Soldiers had come up to enjoy the show too.

Their tank bodies are double-layered and won’t self-destruct, so let them watch.

As Malin thought this, he spun the cylinder of the revolver: "I forgot to introduce myself, I’m Malin, Malin Gaiate of Carterburg, a High Priest of the Goddess of Harvest Church."

"The Chief High Priest, to be precise." Tuojin added from the side, dutifully playing the role of the straight man.

The middle-aged man was startled, then broke into a sweat.

See, the identity of a High Priest is far more useful than that of Malin Gaiate of Carterburg. Put another way, Malin Gaiate of Carterburg is probably Malin’s least useful title right now. In areas far from Carterburg, when listing one’s credentials, mentioning this title would likely go unrecognized by most.

However, it’s different if it’s the Prince and the dual roles of the Lord of Justice’s Chosen Champion, Sydney.

But even these are still not as frightening to the members of the Dole Vince family as the Chief High Priest of the Goddess of Harvest — because it represents the most powerful red-robed enforcer of a deity showing up on their doorstep the day after they have killed members of his order.

"Ah, right, I also forgot to ask for the names of you and your son, can you tell me?" Malin asked with a smile, facing the father and son, while openly cocking the hammer of the revolver in front of everyone.

"I-I am Will, and that’s my son Doran." Facing the impending threat of violence, the previously roaring middle-aged man finally learned to speak properly.

"Tell me, how exactly did Halsan Chandler’s two poor brothers, Jim and Caslan, die? They were dead before they were hung, with signs of abuse on their bodies, a desecration of the deity’s followers." Malin finished speaking and pointed the revolver at Doran: "Mr. Will, you have ten seconds to think."

Bippo crawled out of the pouch on Malin’s waist and, having used a Spell Formation to reduce its size, started to time with Malin’s pocket watch.

"It wasn’t done by me and my son!" Mr. Will immediately answered, looking at the circle at his feet, and a satisfied smile appeared on Malin’s face: "Good, then you know who did it?"

After saying that, Malin pointed his revolver at Will: "You also have ten seconds to consider this answer."

This time, everyone’s Mr. Will was caught in a dilemma. Bippo counted to eight, and just as Malin prepared to pull the trigger and kill this man loyal to his family, his son spoke up: "My uncle, Clark Dole Vince did it! He’s a real pervert, a twisted madman! He broke the Winter Wolf Church’s commandments! He’ll go to hell!"

"You’re a good brother, Mr. Will, but you also have a good son. I was almost moved by the love you have for saving each other." As he said this, two children’s Spiritual Bodies appeared beside Malin, their somewhat twisted spiritual forms representing the torture they had endured in life.

"Children, should they die?" Malin squatted down and asked the two children.

The older brother nodded, while the younger could only let out an unconscious scream.

"Your brother is completely twisted; I must Purify him." Malin stroked the older child’s head, and under the sad gaze of this child, Malin Purified his brother.

"No! Your Excellency! Don’t kill us! We are innocent!" Mr. Will shouted.

"Lady Winter Wolf and Lady Harvest will judge your sins, I believe this, and I, am responsible for sending you to meet them." After saying this, Malin stood up and walked past Val, while Mr. Will and his son ultimately had their necks broken by an invisible hand.

"Collect their bodies, I will hang the Dole Vince family opposite to those gallows. I want to show everyone daring to commit misdeeds with the fact that those who court death will die."

"Your Excellency." Val spoke behind Malin.

"Is there something else, Mr. Val?" Malin turned and asked the Captain of the Self-Defense Force, the Legendary Your Excellency, with a gentle demeanor.

"Please take care of Joe no matter what, I beg you." The man wore a plea on his face.

"Don’t worry, I will, I swear to my lady." Malin smiled, took out a potion, and tossed it to him: "Drink this, and the wounds on your body will heal. Then take good care of your child."

Amidst his words of gratitude, Malin continued forward with Joe.

Meanwhile, Malin’s political commissar Tuojin quickly caught up, bringing news from the messenger to Malin: "We have surrounded the town. The commander says the northern nobles usually dig a tunnel leading out of town, so we have cavalry watching outside. The druids have started scouting, and we’ve confirmed that there’s a large gathering of people in the yard of a grand estate to the east of the town, close to the north. It seems we’ve been found."

No sooner had he finished than gunfire erupted from the northwest of the town. The rate of fire of the semi-automatic weapons quickly brought the gunfight to a close, punctuated only by occasional single shots that must have been finishing strikes. The War Eagles, transformed by druids, brought news - the battle killed over forty of the enemy, while Malin’s soldiers lost two caught in an initial ambush, with seven wounded in the subsequent fight, none serious.

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