Who would have thought that an ordinary girl, when facing a band of desperate men, would possess the courage to confront evil directly? Her righteousness, her courage, was enough to make the group of men standing behind her lower their heads in shame.

A person simply fell down, collapsed into a pool of blood, her eyes full of unwillingness and helplessness. As her life signs rapidly declined, the girl's body grew cold. As the sleet fell on her face, warm with her tears, one could still see a silhouette in her undissolved gaze?. It was a silhouette of dreams and aspirations. As short-lived as an illusion, it shattered like a broken mirror.

The world is unfair. The leader of the caravan wept old tears. He wanted so desperately to strike back, but he lacked the courage. The dozens of guns in the caravan stood no chance against what they were facing.

At a scene which inflamed the ire of the free mercenaries to the extreme, one of them, having had all he can take, growled through gritted teeth, "Damn these beasts! I won't let that shooter go today no matter what." He spoke without finishing as his large hand reached for the weapon at his waist.

Just as he was about to chamber a round, his hand was firmly pressed down by Captain Darl standing next to him. Darl shook his head slightly, """Don't act recklessly. If we act now, it will only cause more casualties."

"Go to hell!" The mercenary spat out, "You might be afraid of death, but I'm not! Let go."

Darl's mouth corner turned more bitter, he struck the soldier on his neck accurately with a knife hand chop. Of course, he, too, wanted to bring those inhumane butchers down in a fight, but what chance did their mere 20 soldiers have against hundreds of criminals in armored vehicles? He was Darl, a soldier, and every year he walked on the edge of a blade, he had already accepted life and death as they were.

However, he had to consider the ordinary people in the caravan. Acting rashly would merely drive these people into an inescapable abyss. Darl's hands were shaking; he pushed down his burning anger and anxiously waited for the reinforcements to arrive.

The Sunset Legion, at this moment, showed their disdain for the free mercenaries with a scornful glance. So what if they kill one of them? They would have killed them all if not for the fear of losing their feathers. In response to the girl's direct confrontation, the Sunset Legion offers a show of killing the chicken to scare the monkeys.

Seeing that the girl was still breathing, one man walked over and kicked her stomach twice. The impact rang out heavily across the desolate sand, "The little lady is not dead yet, huh? Do you want me to end it quickly for you? I am very merciful, hahahaha…" Gazing at the girl's increasingly weak breathing, the criminal spoke with feigned pity, the result of daring to defy the Sunset Legion was evident.

As he spoke, the criminal took out a 5.56mm handgun and aimed it at the girl's forehead...

Those who couldn't bear to see anymore had already turned their heads. The Sunset Legion was going too far, but Darl had no choice. As a free bounty hunter in the Bounty Tribe, he had to face all this in the most rational way possible, praying in his heart that the God would favor the brave girl. If it weren't for the consideration of more people, if only he had more strength, Darl had never felt powerlessness like he did today - accusing himself of incompetence.

After this battle, whether dead or alive, Darl no longer intends to continue being a freelancer. He is simply not worthy of the title.

The criminal's forefinger slowly squeezed the trigger…

Bang! The gunshot broke the silence. It finally sounded, everything ended, and the criminal who fired the shot heaved over into a pool of blood, his head shattered as if a watermelon was smashed.

Wait, wait, what happened? The one who fired the gun was dead, the abrupt turn of events left everyone confused as if they were monks unable to figure things out.

Suddenly, a group of soldiers had them completely surrounded in total silence. Their speed as fast as the wind, as swift as thunder. It was only ten minutes after the distress signal was sent that God's Thorn's elite forces arrived, as fast as Wind Thunder.

The leader of the Sunset Legion hesitated, looked left and right, and a malicious smile slowly crept onto his lips. "The reinforcements finally arrived. So it turned out to be the damn Federal Army." He was not at all alarmed, and though he spoke thus, his mind was calculating which troop could quietly and deeply surround them. However, the Sunset Legion was not for trifles. On the contrary, they were fear-inducing. They could terrify even formal troops without Mecha, let alone committing the bluster: "Maybe you've heard of the Sunset Legion, give us your serial number. The Sunset Legion never fights with nameless and inferior armies."

"God's Thorn Legion."

Together as a group, they spoke in one voice. Suppose one person said the God's Thorn serial number might seem like bluffing. In that case, a collective voice can't be anything but serious. This is also one of the traditions of God's Thorn; whenever asked about the serial number, every soldier in God's Thorn would proudly proclaim their troop's code.

What kind of legion is God's Thorn, and how strong is its battle ability? Undoubtedly, even children could easily answer this well-known question.

Its honor is inviolable, and its faith is unshakeable. The dignity of this high-execution combat unit is defended at the cost of blood. The most terrifying aspect of these soldiers armed to the teeth is neither their individual combat abilities nor their overpowering battle power, but the mission execution that stems from the marrow of their bones. The soul belief of a soldier stems from the soul. Every even-ready soldier would not keep the last bullet for themselves. These constant not afraid-of-dying soldiers would exhaust all their possibilities to die with you, even if they lost all their limbs. Using iron-blooded soldier's spirit to describe this unit's number wouldn't be an exaggeration. Even the elite soldiers of the Silver League Empire's Rekart wouldn't dare to mention the soldiers of God's Thorn.

Hearing the God's Thorn serial number, the leader of the Sunset Legion's heart gave a thud! It felt like a powerful slap had hit his face. And Darl, upon hearing the God's Thorn serial number, actually smacked that mercenary hard in the face. He grabbed the mercenary's jacket forcefully, "Damn it! You wanted to fight, didn't you? I'll accompany you today to kick hell out of them!"

The caravan, standing still and immovable, all shook in shock the moment they heard the God's Thorn serial number. Everyone felt uplifted. The soldiers of God's Thorn are the guardians of every citizen of the federation, the aspiration of every active-duty soldier, the pursuit of every young lad. The legion, under the command of Commander Greedy Wolf, swept across everywhere they went. This honor, solidified by blood, makes any criminal tremble and flee. It is indeed such an unyielding heroic legion.

God, representing faith, and Thorn, representing attack. Even the notorious Sunset Legion turned a bit pale when hearing the God's Thorn serial number. Bad! If the Legion had a favorable chance against a regular army, then up against this Spear of faith, they basically didn't stand a chance.

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