Chapter 248: God of Storms—Lilisi

Old Kalomu ignored the long sword stabbing at him, his indignant gaze fixed straight on the scimitar of the other rebellious guard looking at Young Master Konrad's neck.

"Clearly Young Master Konrad has already withdrawn from the competition for the heir, why... why does the eldest young master still want to kill them all!"

"I should have hired more guards. If the number of guards was large, would those bandits still attack our caravan?"

"Miss Nie... that Miss Nie is really... too arrogant! Otherwise... sigh~"

Kalomu didn't care about his own life or death, but not being able to protect the little young master to successfully reach Longfang City-State was something he couldn't accept even in death.

The old manager's pupils locked onto the sword light coming from the rebellious guard. The cold light almost pierced the unfinished regrets, unsolved puzzles, and unextinguished anger in his eyes—finally converging into a dead silence!

"Boom!"

"Swoosh!"

The light blue crescent arc swept across the neck bone of the sword holder, well covered by the roar of the other knife-wielding guard's body hitting the oak barrel, and the sound of the head falling to the ground was swallowed by the clatter of the wine barrel rolling down.

Two blood-red and beautiful peony flowers bloomed in the drizzle, one sprayed into the air and exploded like fireworks, and one mixed into the wine flowing out of the wine barrel and turned into rouge!

Xie Yaoyao held the 【Sea Soul Trident】 and slowly retracted his right leg that had kicked out, his face smiling wantonly, completely devoid of his previous simplicity or seriousness.

"Xiao Anni, did you miss your sister!" Clearly, Lilisi was now in control of the situation. She looked around. "Sure enough, both Ya and Helai'er are unreliable. Fortunately, little Annie, you notified sister!"

Waving the trident in her hand, with a gale blowing around her body and dark clouds gathering above her head, in the shocked eyes of Konrad and the old manager, Xie Yaoyao stepped on the hurricane and rose into the air, countless lightning and thunder lights entwined and flashed on the dark clouds above his head and his body. At this moment—he was the God of Storms!

The buzzing sound of the crescent-shaped water blade sweeping across the bandit's neck mixed with the thunder explosion. Before the bandits' heads fell to the ground, the wolf pack that had just been fierce and brutal had already turned into charred corpses in the baptism of lightning.

The second wave of bandits under "Snake Vine" Ma'erge had just appeared and was swallowed by the vortex. That water tornado connecting heaven and earth turned into a blood tornado in just a few breaths.

"Plop!"

As a groom knelt down excitedly toward Xie Yaoyao, who was holding a red umbrella and a trident in mid-air, draped in lightning and storms, the other grooms, servants, and guards in the caravan knelt down one after another, calling out "Thank the God of Storms for saving their lives."

"Eh!"

Following the kneeling of the caravan crowd, Lilisi, who was controlling Xie Yaoyao's body, suddenly discovered that the trace of divinity in her 【Trickster God Servant】 had actually grown a little bit.

Right, it was the divinity of her own 【Trickster God Servant】, not the divinity of Xie Yaoyao's 【Flesh Demigod】!

The old manager was also shocked by the scene of the god descending to earth, but he still ran to his young master's side at the first time—Old Kalomu had really been desperate just now!

And the scene of Lilisi, the God of Storms, descending in the caravan was naturally seen by Nie Yingying and the three bandit leaders in front.

Hanfulei, who was holding a scimitar with a sinister smile, had his smile freeze on his face immediately. Throwing away the scimitar in his hand with a "clatter," Hanfulei knelt down without hesitation.

He knew he couldn't run away. At this moment, having a horse by his side might be worth a try.

"Heroine Nie, spare my life, it was all Olaf and Ma'erge who forced me. If I were..."

Before Hanfulei finished speaking, he was grabbed and lifted by a blood-colored palm.

Nie Yingying's willow eyebrows stood up. Although she knew early on that there wouldn't be any big problems no matter what happened, she still felt ashamed of the mistake in her decision.

"I still guessed wrong! You jackals are indeed stupid enough to choose death!"

Blood-colored flames began to spread from the blood palm, and in the blink of an eye, Hanfulei turned into a human torch.

The miserable howl echoed in Black Fern Valley, and everyone couldn't help but shiver.

When the blood-colored flames burned out, Hanfulei's originally tall and sturdy body had turned into a withered corpse.

And the first time Hanfulei knelt down to surrender, Olaf's ice-blue wolf pupils and Ma'erge's snake-tongue-like pupils collided in the rain, and the two immediately retreated tacitly.

The Iron-Spined Frost Wolf carrying its master galloped along the ice layer of the canyon, and the ice crystals plowed up by its claws exploded into star dust in the sunlight; Ma'erge's long whip had already curled back to her wrist, and the snake-scale patterned cloak fluttered, and she leaped toward the rock top like a poisonous spider, scattering purple mist along the way that corroded the rock wall with a sizzling sound.

Although the two veteran bandits were experienced and keen, they chose to retreat and escape at the first time, but the continuous heavy rain around them that they didn't notice gradually turned small, and what replaced it was the dense fog that suddenly rose in the drizzle.

When they noticed the thick fog, their hearts were even more overjoyed. With the cover of this thick fog, they could finally escape.

The scene of the materialized storm god's punishment crushing the crowd was replaying on their retinas with every heartbeat, and their hearts still couldn't calm down at this moment.

"Swoosh—"

Olaf's Ice Fang mount wolf braked in the rock crevice, and its claws plowed four deep grooves in the frozen soil. Ma'erge's long whip had already shrunk back to her wrist, and the muscles under her snake-scale patterned cloak were as tight as a bowstring.

In the mist ten steps away, the five claw marks on the fabric of Nie Yingying's waist were fluttering with the drizzle, but the skin underneath was as white as fresh snow.

The thick fog suddenly boiled and surged without warning, as if being kneaded and shaped by invisible hands. The fog around the three of them retreated rapidly, forcibly tearing out a round open space with a diameter of twenty steps in the valley, while the gray-white barrier-like fog wall on the periphery was still rolling violently.

This eerie scene immediately made Olaf and Ma'erge realize that this thick fog was not formed naturally after the rain weakened, and the surrounding scenery and the corpse at Nie Yingying's feet proved that this thick fog appeared just to prevent them from escaping.

If the Minotaur Luka was here at this moment, he would tell the two of them the horror of falling into an illusion.

"Thank you, Lilisi!" Facing Olaf and Ma'erge, who ran back in the thick fog, Nie Yingying raised the corners of her mouth and showed a cruel smile. "Two, we can start the second round! I will repay your teaching well!"

Clearly, Hanfulei's corpse told the two that there were no other paths to choose. The two bandit leaders looked at each other again and saw determination in each other's eyes.

Left and right, the two bandit leaders attacked Nie Yingying in front at the same time.

Even if it is a dead end, the jackal crawling out of the mud must splash blood on you before dying. This is the way of survival for bandits. ===== CHAPTER 249 =====