Marvin's complexion turned pale, as he now realized that he had been careless and made a grave mistake!
It was evident that these mysterious cultists were after the Sivier family—more precisely, Hilowiz Sivier!
"Damn it, hurry! Follow me and confront the enemy!"
"Bo'er, take the personal guard and escort the young lady away immediately! She must not come to even the slightest harm!"
"Enemies coming after the Sivier family..."
Hilowiz's expression was extremely solemn, yet she remained calm. She mounted her horse under the escort of her guards and retreated towards the direction of Grey Port in the North.
"Confront the enemy! Shoot those damned cultists full of holes!"
Marvin raised the rifle in his hand and fired at the robed figures on the hillside, with the caravan guards also continuously pulling their triggers.
"Bang!"
"Bang! Bang!"
Hundreds of guards fired at once, the gunfire roared, bullets poured down like a fierce storm, and many robed figures were quickly felled.