and save your immortal soul. However, the angry tirade did not impress the ungrateful public, and the adept did not succeed in reaching the people's minds. The first half of the people gathered in the square looked at him with irritation, and the second looked like a clown. Emma clearly understood that if the youngster did not shut up in time, then either heavy objects would be thrown at him, or they would be thrown off the pedestal and beaten to death. Doyle's subordinates who were responsible for ordering on the streets of the city stood aside, not interfering with the impending massacre of the preacher. At that time, no one even guessed that the adept was specifically acting too defiantly, trying to gather around him as many residents of the city as possible. The guy saw that it was impossible to convey the will of the Lord with the words, and I realized that I would have to do it in a more efficient way. At some point, the guy hesitated, believing that he was making a mistake, but immediately remembered the words of his father Jonathan. The spiritual leader of the Brotherhood said that the soul is much more important than the body, and if, in order to save the souls of sinners, you first need to destroy their bodies, then you need to do it without the slightest hesitation. When about thirty people crowded around him, including Emma, ​​the adept undid the robe, and everyone gathered saw a belt with a bomb attached to it.

- He has a bomb! - the first alarming cries rang out.

On the face of a fanatic, a blissful smile began to play.

“This is for your own good,” he said, believing in the veracity of the words spoken.

Behind the onlookers rushed to their heels. Those who were closest, on the contrary, rushed to the pedestal. And only Emma grabbed the crossbow that hung behind her. The adept lifted his eyes to heaven, and reached for a large button on the bomb. But before the fanatic blew himself up and all the people gathered in the square, an arrow shot out of the crossbow pierced the fanatic in the neck, piercing it through. The adept jerked, and collapsed from the pedestal, without pressing a button. Only then did the guards of order in the city remind of themselves. After issuing a couple of long bursts into the air, they began to shout, so that no one touched the dead man, and that everyone quickly left the square. When they surrounded her, and began to take away the crossbow, Emma, ​​confused, began to resist. Reaching one of the guards with a knee between the legs, and a second elbow on the nose, the woman was about to break the gate, but the third guard did not allow her to do that. Quickly having overtaken the fugitive, he with all the dope hit her on the head with a baton. The light before their eyes faded, and Emma collapsed to the ground fainted. A woman woke up in her room a couple of hours later. Touching her head, generously wrapped in bandages, Emma rose from the bed. Before the eyes of a woman everything swam. Instead of lying down and resting, Emma went in search of Billy. With difficulty before reaching Doyle’s office, a woman found there a mayor, talking to a young guy in a white robe about something. Noticing the guest who had gone by, Billy hurried to send the doctor.

- Already woke up. How do you feel? - curious mayor Fairil.

In the voice of Billy, Emma did not hear sincere excitement. Just a little curiosity.

“It's okay, but I will feel even better if I also hit a nerd who nearly pierced my skull,” Emma grumbled, rubbing her forehead.

“You don't have to worry about this idiot.” Unlike you, this idiot doesn't need medical care. He doesn't need anything now.

Seeing Doyle’s expression, the woman realized that Billy was not joking, and that the fool who had raised her hand was no longer alive. According to the order of Doyle, the guilty fool was taken out of the city gates, both hands were broken, and then buried in the hot sand to the very head.

- Himself to blame, idiot. “Before they hit people on the head, let them learn to think their own,” Billy commented on his actions.

“No longer learn,” Emma said softly.

Doyle just brushed aside her words, and proceeded to discuss a much more important topic.

- This fanatic was planning something more than sending a couple of dozen people to the next world. The bomb, which he was going to explode, contained some incomprehensible chemicals. I would venture to suggest that this is some kind of chemical weapon. Details will become known later.

- Does it matter now? The fanatic wanted to blow up a bomb in the square, but he failed. If the bomber is dead, is it all the same as his bomb was stuffed?

- Not all the same. Something tells me that it was only the first attempt. There will be others. Perhaps while I’m talking here, a few more demolition men are watching the city outside and thinking, as it were, to get inside unnoticed. It is possible that they have even succeeded. A whole herd of elephants can pass unnoticed into the city past such a talentless guard. So I had to go to extreme measures.

After these words, Emma got a bad feeling.

- What exactly did you do? She asked after a short pause.

- Enhanced security at all gates, and ordered no one to let in and not let out. No one will enter Faryl and will not leave it without my permission. The city is officially closed for an indefinite period.

“Late!” - Emma thought contritely, realizing that she would not be able to leave the city in the near future.

City Styx. Western Region

Before going to the Red Hills, Dylan made a detour and visited the city destroyed by the efforts of the Brotherhood of Judgment Day. Horner understood that nothing shone to him alone, and he had no one to turn to for help. It was then that he remembered the Styx, in which, according to rumors, the troglodytes still lived. Reaching the ghost town, the soldier dismounted, and went in search of monsters. Few survivors of the troglodyte massacre fled the city without thinking, abandoning all their possessions. Styx could become a paradise for marauders, because there are a lot of abandoned things left here. However, even the most desperate lovers of easy money avoided the ghost town of the parties, without risking even getting close to the gate. Dylan calmly and confidently passed through the empty streets, knowing that the monsters would not harm him. Realizing that the inspection of the whole city would take him too much time, Horner pulled out a machine gun from behind his back, and issued a long line into the air. The monsters who heard the noise of shooting did not take long to come, and within a couple of minutes, they rushed over to Horner. There was no limit to Dylan’s frustration. Heading into the Styx, the soldier expected that he would have at his disposal a large flock of bloodthirsty mutants, or even two. However, the monsters were only five. All the others have long managed to scatter across the expanses of the Wastes.

"Well, okay. Though so, ”Horner mentally reassured himself.

The monsters who jumped out from around the corner were ready to devour an alien who dared to visit their property, but when they realized who he was, they abruptly stopped in one place and stopped.

- Come on guys, don't be shy. Come closer, ”Dylan shouted to the Troglodytes, motioning them to his side.

Disobey his order, the monsters did not dare, and approached the army team.

“I need your help, so listen carefully and remember.” Do you know which side is north? - turned Dylan to monsters.

The Troglodytes understood his speech perfectly, but only one of them gave something that Horner took as an affirmative nod.

- Fine, show everyone else. To the north there is a town called Red Hills. It is located just near the high mountains, so you will not confuse him with anything else. Now go there, but do not enter the city, and even more so do not take in head to reveal your presence ahead of time. Hide somewhere, and wait until I arrive. Get further instructions on the spot, Horner instructed the monsters.

As soon as the soldier finished, the troglodytes abruptly jumped off and rushed away.They didn’t need to rest and walked off-road as quickly as they did on a plain. Because of this, the likelihood that troglodytes would get to Red Hills much earlier than Horner was high.

“Hang on, sis. Help is on the way, ”thought Dylan, then he turned and walked quickly towards the motorcycle.

TO BE CONTINUED...