The Lord of Mercy lowered his gaze upon them, seemingly comforting their souls.
Lance sat in the front row, knowing that there would certainly be deaths in the battle, yet still feeling some discomfort for these people.
After sitting for a while, he looked at Ron who was guarding beside him, "How many people have we captured?"
Ron seemed to realize something, licked his lips, "Over sixty."
Lance made a gesture for execution, Ron didn't hesitate, turned and left.
A few minutes later, the sound of many submachine guns firing and screams echoed outside the church.
But all of it ended completely in less than thirty seconds.
Some members started inspecting with rifles, after all, with such a large group together, there might be someone feigning death.
Indeed, a few pretending to be dead were found, and with their pleas for mercy, those people coldly raised their guns and finished them off.
