As the gunshot shattered the silence, countless nuns in the church turned their gazes toward Victor.
They stood one by one, like believers who had been summoned, and slowly gathered towards the entrance.
Each nun bowed her head in silent mourning for her companion who lay in a pool of blood, her eyes rolled back.
Blood flowed slowly down the carpeted steps, like branches of the tree of life, flowing to the feet of the assembled nuns.
Crimson blood stained their pristine white gowns and soiled their feet.
The nuns looked at their fallen companion, a clear sorrow flashing in their eyes.
The pain overflowed from their eyes and weighed heavily on their hearts.
They stood in the pool of blood, hands clasped together, heads bowed in prayer.
Despite Victor having just shot and killed someone, the nuns in the room seemed to completely disregard Victor, who was standing nearby, as a threat.
So Victor reached out and gently patted the shoulder of a nun next to him.
The nun turned her head and looked at Victor with a compassionate expression.
A hint of fear flickered in her eyes, but it was overshadowed by intense pity.
"Sir, you need to atone for your sins."
Bang!
Another shot rang out, and a scorching bullet pierced the nun's skull.
The nun also collapsed to the ground with a thud, limp and powerless.
His eyes rolled back, blood and brain matter intertwined, and the blood-soaked branches on the ground spread further, becoming even more robust.
Viktor's clothes were not stained with a single drop of blood.
The fall of yet another nun intensified the fear among the other nuns present, who all bowed their heads.
But they kept their hands clasped together in front of their chests and prayed softly.
So Victor went to the third nun.
Following the same procedure, he extended his hand.
He gently patted the nun on the shoulder.
The nun slowly raised her head, her body trembling after Victor touched her.
But she still turned her head and looked at Viktor tremblingly.
The fear and dread in his eyes were even more intense, almost on par with his compassion.
"Sir, you..."
Bang!
Before she could finish speaking, a gunshot rang out, cutting her off.
The third nun fell to the ground, her blood spreading even more horribly.
At the same time, the surrounding sounds finally quieted down.
But Viktor still didn't stop.
Every time he walked past a nun, he would reach out and pat her on the shoulder.
It was as if the nun was being told to prepare for death.
Then, regardless of the other party's reaction or whether they will turn around.
Viktor only ever does one thing—
One shot ended their lives.
After all six bullets from the pistol were fired, six nuns lay on the church floor.
A dozen or so nuns still stood in front of Victor.
Their faces showed obvious fear, but none of them chose to flee.
Perhaps what puzzled them most was why this "guest" who needed redemption would kill someone without saying a word.
The remaining nuns stood in the pool of blood, their bodies trembling slightly, watching Victor with fear, silently awaiting his next move.
Victor simply twirled the pistol in his hand, calmly gazing at the nuns before him.
He even scrutinized the nun lying on the ground.
"You are indeed very patient."
He said calmly,
"Even if their compatriots were killed tragically, they dared not expose themselves, and did not even dare to try to resist."
Each word silenced the nuns even more completely.
They kept their heads down, not daring to make a sound or even make any movement.
"Although you strive to imitate humans,"
“But real humans shouldn’t react like this when faced with this situation.”
As he spoke, Victor's gaze fell on the trembling nuns.
Then, he put away his gun, walked back to the door, and stood before the first nun he had shot.
He bent down slightly, reached out his hand, and gently stroked the nun's face.
Her eyes rolled back, and her body seemed to have completely lost its warmth.
But a person who has just died will not have such a cold body immediately.
Finally, Viktor's gaze fell upon the opponent's health bar and level upon contact.
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"The worst thing you could have done was to walk up to me."
"Then, touch me."
Viktor's eyes were cold as he softly uttered the last two words.
"Vampires".
Almost instantly, Victor could sense that the nuns around him were reacting.
Panic, shock, and even murderous intent.
But they ultimately suppressed these intense emotions and tried to return to fear.
"Sir... what are you talking about?"
"A nun who looked older asked in a trembling voice."
Her lips twitched slightly, her eyes were filled with fear, and her body trembled slightly.
Hearing the nun's words, Victor slowly straightened up.
With his right hand in his pocket and his left hand resting on his cane, he gazed at the nun speaking not far away.
"That was the second-generation product of the Clavner family, the [Windhawk]."
"It can be equipped with six bullets, with an effective range of 200 yards."
"Of course, even at close range, this weapon can only kill an ordinary person with one shot at most."
Victor smiled faintly and took out the revolver engraved with magical runes from his pocket again.
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