Stetson gave a kill order on the spot.

A scar-faced woman with a cold, vicious look rushed out from the side, and the curved blade in her hand moved like the Grim Reaper's scythe. Blood sprayed everywhere, and Stetson's men fell one after another, dead beyond any doubt.

Only then did real panic creep into Stetson's chest.

These people were far too strong. There was no way they were ordinary bandits or highway robbers.

He started to wonder if they were from the Church. Then again, the way the