In the dark night before dawn, Arthur Morgan stood on the platform, and behind him was the refuge of the Vanoli community. In the shelter, women, children and the elderly curled up tightly, looking at the endless strange disaster outside the window in horror.

This is a forgotten community, or rather, an unfortunate but lucky community. This community is remote, with sparse population and insufficient transportation. Therefore, this community is out of touch with the large army during the evacuation and can only temporarily hide in the nearest shelter.

Tarik's refuge requires the glory crystal as energy to maintain runes, but the runes custody room in this community was first occupied by Monster E. Therefore, the runes in the Vanoli refuge can only last less than an hour.

This was their misfortune. After the rune's effect gradually weakened, the strange men who were eyeing each other immediately launched an attack. But fortunately, Arthur Morgan, who was rushing towards the city center, passed by here.

When Arthur Morgan found the refuge along with the call for help, almost all the men in the refuge had died in battle, and the runes had already dried up and were about to completely disintegrate. Just as the butcher's butcher knife was about to slash at the women and children, the bullet penetrated their skulls.

The bullets constructed by energy have no back seats and do not need to be loaded. The man wore a brown leather jacket and light gray jeans full of dust, while his feet were on the rear geared Martin boots that the elderly loved to wear in the last century. He stood in front of the platform of the shelter with a cigar in his mouth, raised the old-fashioned pistol in his hand and pulled the trigger.

As a demigod-level gunman, aiming at the act is no longer a burden, but an almost instinctive existence. Just as people don’t have to breathe in their daily lives, Arthur doesn’t need to aim at all. All he needs is to think about where to shoot at the other party.

The head is the weakness of most monsters.

Just after leaving the spiritual space, Arthur Morgan's spirit was still a little weak, but his body did not feel any dull. He ignored the slowly beating heart in heaven. After all, for him, killing these monsters was the only thing to do.

As for that heart... let it be left to Zhou Li and those gods.

Thinking of this, Arthur Morgan continued to use his abilities to cooperate with his pistol to repel the endless wave of monsters. Under the revolver that seemed to be damaged, but in fact it was a revolver made of pure magic material, countless monsters turned into residual thoughts, and finally retreated to the edge of the battlefield and slowly recovered.

Dong!

When the heart beats for the first time, Arthur Morgan heard the exclamation behind him. It seemed that those who were protected by him began to no longer suffer. But he didn't think much about it. For Arthur, there was no point in thinking about these things. Anyway, the heart did not affect him and had nothing to do with him.

Dong!

The second time the heart beat, the people behind them began to have some bad laughter. It seemed that some of their emotions were taken away.

Arthur obviously felt that the monsters' offensive weakened, and he had time to breathe. He raised his head and looked at the heart of the sky, but nothing was wrong.

Then, it was the third, fourth, and fifth jump.

When his heart beats for the sixth time, Arthur was shocked to find that the monsters suddenly had immortal characteristics. At the same time, the crowd behind him cried desperately.

despair······

It was very simple, Arthur noticed the emotions of the crowd behind him. He began to discover something was wrong and discovered that those strange disasters seemed to be related to human emotions.

Then, those monsters began to attack wildly.

In addition to the darkness of the abyss, Arthur Morgan's eyes were all burning flames. The trigger in his hand was very rhythmic. Every collision between the trigger and the rune would ignite the blood on the monster.

He was not angry, or rather, Arthur Morgan did not have the feeling of anger. For a Western Gunner who was eager to revenge, all Arthur Morgan's anger had long been swallowed up by bullets. Similarly, Arthur Morgan did not despair either.

Those who can see hell with the eyes of death have long tasted the breath of despair.

Bullets harvest those strange lives

The coldness in Arthur's eyes became deeper and deeper. He didn't know why he had to pull the trigger, nor did he understand why he had to participate in this war.

He was just a westerner, a westerner abandoned by Tarik. Tarik never provided him with a piece of bread or a glass of water, nor did he let him sleep on a warm bed and enjoy the perfect medical system.

Arthur Morgan had only the faint fire in the ruins, the broken sheds with leaking rain, the dried fish that emitted the odor of crystals, and the means to use a hot knife to solve all diseases.

But now he is standing in this city and protecting this country.

Slowly, Arthur's hands began to hesitate. Confusion and powerlessness appeared in his eyes. He was not desperate, but was a little tired. He didn't understand why he wanted to save these old, weak and weak women and children who had nothing to do with him and were not his gang.

I was obviously a cowboy, a monster that had been stained with blood in the west.

He could not remember how long it had been since the last heartbeat. He just numbly poured energy into the weapon, pulled the trigger, and shot the bullet. Slowly, even the demigod felt tired.

Just as Arthur Morgan felt his fingers start to tremble, he heard a man's call.

It was a retired soldier, a retired soldier who had originally lived in the community. He received the news in advance at his job and did not choose to go home. He stayed in the big shelter early.

Then, he did not see his younger brother and mother.

He knew that the location of the community's crystal vault was very poor, and those monsters would directly destroy the crystal vault when they appeared, and the community itself had no military force to stop the monsters.

So, he chose to apply to his superiors, leave the city shelter, and transport the glorious crystal to the community.

These were all learned later by Arthur Morgan, because at that time, the man's body was broken, and only one body that had been corroded to the point of being able to see clearly and a package. What Arthur Morgan heard was just a recording.

【Please place the glory crystal in the groove next to the door of the shelter】

A continuous and repeated recording, in addition to the soldier who originally lived in the Varino community, there were five other soldiers. In the end, only one person succeeded in the community shelter.

At this time, Arthur no longer wanted to think. After he got the crystal, he had only instinct left in his mind.

After taking the crystal, Arthur fired a high-explosion bullet with all his strength, then placed the crystal in the groove, activated the runes, and blocked the monster. At that time, he collapsed weakly on the ground of the shelter and lost consciousness.

This was the first time he fell asleep alone in a strange environment. In the west, the wilderness was sleeping in the wilderness. Even in an unfamiliar house or hotel, he had to have a companion to wait in order to sleep. But this time, he slept very deeply.

After about half an hour, Arthur Morgan woke up. When he woke up again, he was lying on the best bed in the shelter, covering a lot of clothes. He hesitated, but he still reached out to put the clothes aside. When he looked at the shelter he had been guarding, he was shocked to find that everyone was curling up in pain.

They have been defeated by despair.

The boys, girls, women, and old men were all trembling, holding their heads, trembling uncontrollably. Arthur Morgan knew that they had taken away their feelings by the strange heart, leaving only despair.

but...

With a complicated expression flowing in his eyes, Arthur Morgan looked at the people who didn't say a word and the clothes that originally covered him.

With such despair, they did not forget to place Arthur Morgan on the bed, and endured the despair and pain in their hearts and covered his clothes on him. They were obviously desperate to cry, but they still curled up and did not want to disturb Arthur Morgan.

people...

Arthur didn't say anything, nor did he say something exciting. He just walked slowly

Go to the gate of the shelter, then lower your head, take out a blood-invasive cigar, and light it.

In the dim sanctuary, the Mars of the cigar shone faintly like the only star in the night sky. On Arthur Morgan's rough face, which was swept through the wind and sand of the west, a solemn slaughter gradually gathered.

Why should we save these people? They have nothing to do with themselves, and even their country has abandoned themselves. These people are useless, in the west, these people can only be remnants of being eliminated by the cruel laws. They are obviously not a kind person.

I do not understand.

The cigar was burning slowly, and the crystal gradually dimmed in the constant attack of the monster outside. Arthur Morgan closed his eyes, and the faint sobs behind him made him a little annoyed. In the west, even the weakest girl knew that she had to be strong to survive, and tears were the weakest protest.

Didn’t I pay back what I owe Zhou Li long ago?

The cigar burned halfway through, and Arthur Morgan felt hesitation he had never had before. During the days of the Vanderlin Gang, he was always nervous and guarding against everything in the wasteland. Whether it was humans or monsters, they were his enemies.

But······

He still remembers that when he returned to this shelter, even though there were thousands of people here, he still fell asleep with confidence. If it were in the west, Arthur Morgan would rather go find a ruin and risk being discovered by monsters to rest, than to rest in a place where there are so many people and no precautions.

In the West, this means total death.

However, when he stepped on Tarik's land and entered Tarik's shelter without any hesitation, Arthur Morgan chose to rest immediately. He did not guard against anyone, and it turned out that these people did not need him to guard against any of them.

The heat from the cigar burned began to make Arthur Morgan's lips feel a burning sensation. He came to his senses and found that the remaining amount of the crystal was insufficient.

The despair behind them still exists, and those people are trying their best to avoid looking at them. Arthur Morgan knew that they were afraid of letting despair infect themselves and did not want to cause any trouble for themselves.

Is this civilization?

Arthur suddenly thought that during those days in the west, he and Dutch had always had a dispute. That was that Arthur had always wanted to get the people of the Vanderlin gang back to the civilized world, while Dutch had always wanted to run rampant in this free west.

At that time, many people believed that Arthur had betrayed the cowboy spirit of the West and wanted to live a life of trash in the civilized world. But Arthur used his pistol and dead eyes to tell those people that his desire for civilization did not mean that he would believe in civilization. Later, Arthur rarely mentioned this in front of everyone.

However, when Arthur first felt the existence of civilization, he was shaken again.

"I saved you because I'm a good person."

Arthur turned his head with a cigar in his mouth, staring at the trembling people with dark eyes. He didn't care whether these people could remember his words or not, and said, "I save you, just hope to give my home a better place."

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 anyway. However, if he chose to push open the door and exchange opinions with the monsters outside the door, he would most likely not be able to go back.

"Remember, in the west, there is a Vanderlin gang. If you can survive, please tell the brave and say..."

"If possible, let that old guy Dutch experience how beautiful civilization is."

Checking the weapons in his hand, Arthur Morgan finally looked at the trembling group of people. He ignored whether they listened or not whether these people would understand him. He looked at these people and suddenly smiled.

"Don't be moved, I'm just doing a profit exchange."

Throw the cigar on the ground and stomp the cigar hard. Arthur Morgan took out the pistol from his waist, turned around, and took a deep breath.

Then, the door to death was pushed open.

Outside the door, the heart appeared again, but this time, the heart was as red as blood. It was like a burning gem, completely shining the sky.

Arthur Morgan grinned as he watched the strange sensation who had fallen into madness and anger, and a cruel and cold smile appeared on his face.

After spending a long time in the civilized world, I almost forgot...

The Eye of Death chose people like an abyss and ate them, and the guns in his hand were entangled with black smoke. At this time, the man who had fought for the rest of his life in the yellow sand in the west remembered the only words left by the Morgan family.

Death is not redemption.
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