It's not hard to imagine the power of a slug round, which is even more potent than buckshot, an ammunition designed for hunting large wild Animals.
"These man-eating demonss are very strong. Chris, who is 1.81 meters tall, was knocked several meters away…" Jessie's tearful voice rang out.
"The rest, I… I really don't know."
Very strong? York finished loading the last slug round and smiled calmly. From the power that could penetrate car windows and tires, he already knew this.
"It's fine, I'm strong too."
York said, reclining his seat all the way back, positioning himself below the car window.
Just then, the man-eating demons, having shot out all the tires, started shooting at the car windows again.
A strong gust of wind sounded, and with a bang, an arrow pierced through the car window, heading straight for him. Like before, it stopped midway, the shaft of the arrow, having penetrated half its length, vibrated continuously in the window.
"They, they're coming!" Jessie suppressed a scream, gritting her teeth. "What do we do, Father?"
York pumped the Winchester M1897, his gaze calm as he looked at the cold glint of the arrowheads.
"You just stay here and don't move. With me here, no one can kill us."
Jessie, leaning over Carly, looked at the still calm Father, and for some reason, a strong sense of security welled up in her heart. She then nodded seriously, gritted her teeth, and closed her eyes.
She knew her own capabilities; in this situation, she could only try not to do anything foolish that would hinder the Father.
Bang!!!!
Another arrow shot over, this time penetrating deeper than the previous ones.
But after this arrow, there was another.
Bang!!!!
This one went even deeper, penetrating until only its tail was left outside the car window.
York still lay flat on the seat, ignoring the arrows in the window. He simply reached up and wiped his eyes, allowing his magic to cover them.
Magic had many uses, not just exorcism; it could do other things too. For example, now, as long as it covered his eyes, he would be like he was wearing night vision goggles in the dark… Then, bang!!!!
Another arrow shot over, this time directly piercing the car window and heading towards the passenger seat, embedding itself in the seat.
"It seems all the man-eating demonss are on the left side…"
Only then did York finally act, lunging to the right, supporting himself with one hand below and gripping hard. Using this momentum, he slid out like a slippery loach, simultaneously opening the car door.
At this instant, another strong gust of wind sounded.
By this time, York had already quickly moved to the right side of the car body.
The sound of an arrow piercing the car window rang out. He had already crouched down, looking in the direction of the arrow through the gap under the car.
Sure enough, just as he expected, the depth of the arrow's penetration also meant that the man-eating demons was slowly approaching the car.
Even though it was nighttime, in York's vision, the two pairs of feet that had already reached the edge of the highway were so clear.
However, these two pairs of feet looked somewhat deformed, not like human feet at all.
York seemed to have thought of something, but there was movement from that direction.
"Ugh!!! Ugh!!! #$¥!"
"&%&!"
"…"
Several rough voices rang out, echoing in his ears, sounding very unpleasant.
Can't speak? York narrowed his eyes slightly. What kind of monster was this again? Looking at the two pairs of deformed large feet getting closer and closer, he silently raised the Winchester M1897 loaded with slug rounds and aimed.
As soon as their calves appeared in his sight, York decisively pulled the trigger.
Boom!!!!!
The muzzle of the Winchester M1897 spat out a not-too-dazzling flash of fire.
Under the illumination of the muzzle flash, a pair of deformed large feet, along with the calves above them, were instantly blasted to pieces on the spot, blood and flesh exploding.
"Roar!!!!!"
A pained howl like a wild beast rang out, and the man-eating demons whose feet were blown to pieces immediately fell.
Click!
York quickly pumped the Winchester M1897, glanced at the man-eating demons who had fallen to the ground and finally revealed its form, and silently pulled the trigger.
Boom!!!!!
"So it's a deformed person. Is this from 'Wrong Turn' or 'The Hills Have Eyes'…"
As York muttered, the man-eating demons's head, with one side of its forehead bulging and the other sunken, a flat and crooked nose, and lips peeled back to reveal ugly, sharp teeth, was instantly blown to pieces, blood and flesh splattering the ground!
"Roar!!!!!"
The other man-eating demons clearly hadn't expected this to happen. It had just made a move, but at that instant, York had already pumped the Winchester M1897 again with a click. Towards his enemies, he always adopted the attitude of a lion hunting a rabbit.
Boom!!!!!
The other pair of intact, deformed large feet met the same end as the first, being blown to pieces.
Accompanied by a painful howl, the last man-eating demons also fell to the ground, its form revealed before York, who was lying under the car.
Like the man-eating demons whose head had exploded earlier, this man-eating demons's appearance was no different; it was also extremely deformed, with no complete facial features. It stared fixedly at York, its yellowish, cloudy eyes filled with intense hatred.
Even so, York's expression remained calm. Demons were far more terrifying than these visible deformed people.
Click!!!! The sound of the Winchester M1897 being pumped rang out, followed by the sound of the trigger being pulled.
Boom!!!!
The Winchester M1897 shook slightly. Under the faint muzzle flash, those hateful and fierce eyes instantly burst, and its head exploded along with them, like a watermelon exploding, a bloody mess with tiny fragments splattering everywhere.
Having killed two deformed man-eating demonss, York pumped the Winchester M1897 again to prevent any accidents. He calmly scanned the surroundings, and after confirming there was no danger, he slowly got up, re-entered the car from the passenger side, and then closed the door.
In this situation, being in the car was the safest place; at least it was a metal shell protecting people. York sat in the passenger seat, exhaled lightly, straightened the Winchester M1897, and looked back.
The source of the problem, Jessie and the already dazed Carly, were huddled under the back seat, eyes closed, completely still and silent. The only constant was that they were still trembling slightly, but he appreciated their obedience.
"It's safe."
A warm voice rang out. Jessie suddenly opened her eyes and looked towards the source of the sound. Upon seeing the Father appear unharmed in the passenger seat, she finally dared to breathe deeply, her soft, white chest heaving continuously, attracting attention.
York didn't want to take advantage of anyone. He turned his head back and silently loaded slug rounds. After a while, the panting sounds from behind gradually subsided.
"Thank you, Father…"
York twitched the corner of his mouth. To be honest, he didn't know if he had lost or gained.
To say he lost, not really; the two rich women behind him would definitely give him a lot of money. To say he gained, not really either; he was perfectly fine but got dragged into this situation… Just then, something unexpected happened.
[Random Quest Triggered]
[Clear the Cannibals]
[Quest Reward: +3 Points]
[Do you accept?]
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