In the predawn darkness, Arthur Morgan stood on a high platform, with the Vanoli community's sanctuary behind him. In the shelter, women, children and the elderly huddled together tightly, looking at the continuous strange disaster outside the window in horror.
This is a forgotten community, or rather, an unfortunate but fortunate community. This community is geographically remote, sparsely populated, and has underdeveloped transportation. Therefore, this community was disconnected from the main force during the evacuation and could only temporarily hide in the nearest shelter.
Tariq's shelter requires radiant crystals as energy to maintain runes, but the rune storage room in this community was the first to be occupied by monsters. Therefore, the runes in Vanoli's shelter can only last less than one Hour.
This was their misfortune. After the effect of the runes gradually weakened, the evil monsters who were eyeing him immediately launched an attack. But luckily, Arthur Morgan passed by here on his way to the city center.
When Arthur Morgan followed the cry for help and found this shelter, almost all the men in this shelter had died in battle, and the runes had run out of oil and were about to completely disintegrate. Just when Guai's butcher knife was about to hit the women and children, the bullet penetrated their skulls.
Bullets constructed from energy have no recoil and require no reloading. The man was wearing a brown leather jacket, light gray jeans that were covered in dust, and his feet were wearing rear-geared Martin boots that old people liked to wear in the last century. Holding a cigar in his mouth, he stood in front of the high platform of the shelter, raised the old-fashioned pistol in his hand, and pulled the trigger.
As a demigod-level gunman, the act of aiming is no longer a burden, but an almost instinctive existence. Just like people don't need to take special care to breathe in normal life, Arthur doesn't need to aim at all. All he needs is to think of where to shoot at the opponent.
The head is the weak point of most monsters.
Having just left the spiritual space, Arthur Morgan's spirit was still a little weak, but his body did not feel any sluggishness. He ignored the slowly beating heart in the sky. After all, for him, killing these monsters was the only thing to do.
As for that heart... leave it to those gods in Zhou Li.
Thinking of this, Arthur Morgan continued to use his abilities and pistols to repel the endless waves of strange disasters. Under the revolver, which looked badly damaged but was actually made of pure magic material, countless monsters turned into fragments, and finally retreated to the edge of the battlefield, slowly recovering.
Boom!
As his heart beat for the first time, Arthur Morgan heard the exclamation behind him. It seemed as if those he protected began to feel less pain. But he didn't think much about it. As far as Arthur was concerned, there was no point in thinking about it. Anyway, that heart didn't affect him and had nothing to do with him.
Boom!
His heart beat for the second time, and the people behind him began to laugh in a bad way. It seemed that some of their emotions were taken away.
And Arthur clearly felt that the attacks of those monsters had weakened, and he had some time to breathe. He raised his head and glanced at Sky's heart, but there was nothing strange about it.
Then, there was the third, fourth, and fifth beat.
When his heart beat for the sixth time, Arthur was shocked to find that the monsters suddenly possessed the characteristics of immortality. At the same time, the crowd behind him let out desperate cries.
despair······
Very simply, Arthur noticed the emotions spreading in the crowd behind him. He began to notice something was wrong, and found that those strange disasters seemed to be related to people's emotions.
Then, those monsters started a crazy attack.
In addition to the abyss-like darkness in Arthur Morgan's eyes, there were only scorching flames. The trigger in his hand was pulled very rhythmically, and every time the trigger collided with the runes, the blood on the monster's body would be ignited.
He was not angry, or in other words, Arthur Morgan did not have the emotion of anger. For a Western gunslinger who took pleasure in revenge, all of Arthur Morgan's anger had long been swallowed up by bullets. Likewise, Arthur Morgan did not despair.
Those who can see hell with the eyes of death have already tasted the breath of despair.
The bullets harvest those strange creatures
Fate, the indifference in Arthur's eyes became deeper and deeper. He didn't know why he pulled the trigger, and he didn't understand why he wanted to participate in this war.
He is just a Westerner, a Westerner who was abandoned by Tariq. Tariq did not provide him with a piece of bread or a glass of water, let alone sleep in a warm bed and enjoy a perfect medical system.
All Arthur Morgan had was the faint firelight in the ruins, the leaky shabby shed, the dried fish that smelled like crystals, and the means to cure all diseases with a hot knife.
However, now he is standing in this city, protecting this country.
Slowly, Arthur's hand began to hesitate. There was also confusion and helplessness in his eyes. He was not desperate, just a little tired. He didn't understand why he wanted to save these old and weak women and children who had nothing to do with him and were not part of his gang.
He is obviously a cowboy, a monster whose nerves have been soaked with blood in the West.
He couldn't remember how long it had been since the last heart beat. He just poured energy into the weapon numbly, pulled the trigger, and fired the bullet. Slowly, even the demigod began to feel tired.
Just when Arthur Morgan felt his fingers begin to tremble, he heard a man calling.
That was a retired soldier, a retired soldier who used to live in the community. He received the news in advance at work and did not choose to go home. He stayed in the large shelter early.
Then, he didn't see his brother and mother.
He knew that the community's crystal vault was in a poor location, and when those monsters appeared, they would directly destroy the crystal vault, and the community itself did not have any troops to stop the monsters.
Therefore, he chose to apply to his superiors, leave the city shelter, and deliver radiant crystals to the community.
Arthur Morgan learned all this later, because at that time, the man's body was already in pieces, and all that ran out from the monster group was a body that was so corroded that his face could not be seen clearly, and a package. What Arthur Morgan heard was just a recording.
[Please place the radiance crystal in the groove next to the door of the shelter]
A recording that was repeated repeatedly. In addition to the soldier who originally lived in the Valino community, there were five other soldiers who performed this mission from the city shelter. In the end, only one person managed to reach the community shelter.
At this time, Arthur no longer wanted to think. After he got the crystal, all he could think about was instinct.
After taking the crystal, Arthur used his last strength to shoot a high-explosive bullet, then placed the crystal in the groove, activated the runes, and blocked the evil spirits. At that time, he collapsed weakly on the ground of the shelter and lost consciousness.
This is the first time that he has fallen asleep alone in a strange environment. In the West, sleeping in the wilderness can only result in being eaten and killed. Even if it is an unfamiliar house or hotel, Arthur must have a companion to look after him before he can sleep. Go down. But this time, he slept deeply.
About half an hour later, Arthur Morgan woke up. When he woke up again, he was lying on the best bed in the shelter, covered with a lot of clothes. He hesitated, but still reached out and put the clothes aside. When he looked at the shelter he had been guarding, he was shocked to find that everyone was curled up in pain.
They have been overcome by despair.
Boys, girls, women, old people, they all trembled, holding their heads, trembling uncontrollably. Arthur Morgan knew that their feelings were taken away by that weird heart, leaving only despair.
but...
With a complicated look in his eyes, Arthur Morgan looked at the silent people and the clothes that were originally covering him.
In such despair, they did not forget to place Arthur Morgan on the bed, and they suppressed the despair and pain in their hearts and covered him with clothes. Although they were desperate and wanted to cry out, they still curled up and did not want to disturb Arthur Morgan.
people...
Arthur had no words, no uplifting words to say. He just walked slowly
Go to the door of the shelter, lower your head, take out a blood-stained cigar, and light it.
In the dim sanctuary, the spark of the cigar shone faintly like the only star in the night sky. A solemn solemnity gradually gathered on Arthur Morgan's rough face that had been weathered by the sands of the West.
Why save these people? Obviously they have nothing to do with themselves, and their country has even abandoned them. Obviously these people are useless. In the west, these people can only be the remnants eliminated by the cruel laws. It is obvious that I am not a kind person.
I do not understand.
The cigar burned slowly, and the crystal gradually dimmed amidst the constant attacks from outside. Arthur Morgan closed his eyes, and the weak sobs behind him made him a little irritated. In the West, even the weakest girl knows that she must be strong to survive, and tears are the weakest protest.
Haven't I already paid off what I owe Zhou Li?
Halfway through the cigar burning, Arthur Morgan felt a hesitation he had never had before. During the days when he was with the Vanderlin Gang, he was always on guard against everything in the wasteland. Both humans and monsters are his enemies.
But······
He still remembered that when he returned to this shelter, even though there were thousands of people here, he still fell asleep with peace of mind. If he were in the west, Arthur Morgan would rather rest in a ruins and risk being discovered by monsters than rest in a place with so many people and no precautions.
In the West, this meant complete death.
However, when he stepped on Tariq's land and entered Tariq's sanctuary, without any hesitation, Arthur Morgan chose to rest immediately. He didn't guard against anyone, and it turned out that these people didn't need him to take any precautions.
The heat from the burning cigar had begun to make Arthur Morgan's lips feel a burning sensation. When he came back to his senses, he found that the remaining amount of the crystal was no longer enough.
The despair behind them still exists, and those people are trying their best to avoid looking at themselves. Arthur Morgan knew that they were afraid of letting despair infect them, and they did not want to cause any trouble to themselves.
Is this civilization?···
Arthur suddenly thought that during those days in the west, he and Dutch had always had a dispute. That is that Arthur has always wanted to bring the Van der Linde gang back to the civilized world, while Dutch has always wanted to run rampant in the free West.
At that time, many people believed that Arthur was a piece of trash who had abandoned the cowboy spirit of the West and wanted to live in the civilized world. But Arthur used his pistol and dead eyes to tell those people that he wanted civilization, but that did not mean he would believe in civilization. Later, Arthur rarely mentioned this matter in front of everyone.
However, when Arthur felt the existence of civilization for the first time, he was shaken again.
"I'm not saving you because I'm a good person."
Arthur held his cigar in his mouth, turned his head, and stared at the trembling people with his dark eyes. Regardless of whether these people could remember his words, he said: "I save you, just hoping to give my family a good life." A place to go."
The crystal entered the countdown, and the runes began to flash slowly. Arthur Morgan knew that if he relied on these people to escape, those monsters would not be able to catch him no matter what. However, if he chooses to open this door and exchange views with the monsters outside, there is a high probability that he will not be able to go back.
"Remember, in the west, there is a Vanderlin gang. If you can survive, please tell the brave, just say..."
"If possible, let that old fellow Dutch experience how wonderful civilization is."
Checking the weapon in his hand, Arthur Morgan finally looked at the group of trembling people. He didn't care whether they listened or whether they understood his words. He looked at these people and suddenly smiled.
"Don't be moved, I'm just exchanging benefits."
Throw the cigar on the ground and stomp it out. Arthur Morgan took out the pistol from his waist, turned around, and took a deep breath.
Then, the door to death opened.
Outside the door, the heart appeared again, but this time, the heart was as red as blood. Like a burning gem, it completely illuminates the sky.
Arthur Morgan looked at the monsters who were mired in madness and anger, grinning, and a cruel and indifferent smile appeared on his face.
After living in the civilized world for so long, I almost forgot...
The eyes of death are like an abyss, choosing people to eat, and the guns in their hands are entangled in black smoke. At this time, the man who had spent his whole life fighting in the yellow sand of the west remembered the only words left by the Morgan family.
Death is not salvation.
Salvation is.
