The Mysterious Hermit

"This is."

Heloise looked up, a hint of surprise in her violet eyes.

A middle-aged man wearing a gray cloak and holding Bronze Scepter appeared in the sky not far away.

With a relaxed expression, he casually waved his scepter, creating a shimmering barrier spanning a hundred meters, enveloping the caravan guards and cultists within it.

"Whoosh—"

In an instant, the billowing black mist on the ground dissipated completely, and the terrifying Psionic Black Hole in the sky disintegrated and collapsed, as if it had never existed.

Heloise covered her mouth and whispered, "What a powerful spellcaster."

This man, who appeared suddenly as if he had come to answer her prayers, gave her feelings she had never experienced before.

Even the "Great Sage" Trafalano, whom she visited with her father at the Arcane Hermit Order several years ago, did not seem to possess such a powerful and mysterious aura.

"Who are you?"

The Black Robe Bishop raised his head, revealing a twisted, octopus-shaped mask covering his face.

His voice trembled, barely concealing the fear and anger in his tone.

—Because this mysterious man was neither part of his plan nor in the revelation of the "omniscient and omnipotent" Overlord God.

"Ha, you ask who I am?"

The man sneered and replied indifferently, "An insect about to be crushed is not worthy to know my name."

"Impossible! The great Overlord God is clearly omniscient and omnipotent. I know you weren't part of the plan. You, you are a demon sent by those false gods. You want to hinder our plan and prevent the Overlord God from returning!"

The Black Robe Bishop trembled violently, his head bowed, muttering incessantly. His voice grew louder and louder, eventually turning into a frenzied roar.

"Demon, I will not let you succeed! The Overlord God will descend upon the world!"

He raised the Bone Staff high, and strange energy surged in his exposed dark eyes.

A piercing shriek rang out, and a Psionics Shockwave erupted, striking the man in the gray cloak in the sky.

"Buzz—"

The mere aftershocks of that Psionics shock caused the caravan's guards to cover their ears in agony, collapsing to the ground and struggling, blood flowing from their mouths and noses.

Heloise covered her ears, but still managed to lift her head and whispered a warning, "Be careful—"

However, the man in the sky simply raised his Bronze Scepter slowly and said unhurriedly, "How boring, still these old tricks."

"Boom--"

In an instant, the tip of the Bronze Scepter released an incomparably dazzling burst of lightning.

A thick Lightning Beam burst forth, mercilessly destroying everything in its path.

Even the impact of Psionics dissipated instantly under this terrifying elemental storm, unable to even provide a moment's resistance.

"That's impossible!"

The Black Robe Bishop let out an incredulous cry, as if his dark eyes had seen it all.

But the instinct for survival compelled him to activate his Psionic Teleport. Space was distorted by the power of his mind, and his thin body, shrouded in a black robe, instantly appeared a hundred meters away.

But his subordinates weren't so lucky.

Accompanied by endless thunder and blinding lightning, the thick Lightning Beam instantly appeared before the cultists' eyes.

These poor creatures didn't even have time to scream before the high-voltage current instantly turned their bodies and clothes to ashes.

"Boom!"

Behind them, even the rocks showed signs of scorching and cracks, and countless pebbles rolled down.

The man in mid-air lightly waved his scepter, and the Lightning Beam instantly swept across an area of over a hundred meters, engulfing all the hundreds of cultists.

"I haven't used magic in so long, I'm really a bit rusty."

He then ended the spell and gently blew away the blue smoke rising from the Bronze Scepter.

Fine arcs of electricity still danced around the staff, the air crackling and popping as if still savoring the powerful attack.

"Sizzle."

At this moment, arcs of electricity still crisscrossed the ground, and the hundreds of cultists had turned to ashes, with wisps of smoke rising from them.

On the Mount Mar behind, a charred mark stretches for hundreds of meters, deeply embedded in the rock, like a giant carving a wound on the hillside with a knife.

"By Helm, this is truly..."

Staring at the charred remains of what had just been the enemy, Marvin, the captain of the guard, was dumbfounded, barely able to hold his rifle steady.

Hundreds of meters away, the Black Robe Bishop stared intently at the man suspended in mid-air, panting and gritting his teeth, saying, "You cannot stop the Order's plan; the great work of the Overlord God will surely succeed."

Just wait, when that time comes, all of you sinners will be cast into an endless hell.

Fighter of the Overlord God! Hold him back, and your souls will ascend to true heaven!

The Black Robe Bishop waved his hand, and a motley army of wild monsters, including Goblin, Bugbear, and Gnoll, swarmed forward with fanatical expressions.

He gripped the Bone Staff in his hand, preparing to activate his Psionic Teleport once more to escape from this place.

Outside of their plans, the spellcaster needed to consult with several elders in the order to devise a strategy to ensure a perfect reception for the arrival of the Overlord God.

"Who gave you the courage to run away right under my nose?"

However, a cold laugh rang out, and the surrounding space instantly distorted and shattered. The man had already arrived above him, raising the Bronze Scepter in his hand.

The sky had become overcast and shrouded in gloom, with faint light peeking through the rolling clouds, gathering a terrifying power.

The Black Robe Bishop gazed up at the dense thunderclouds, watching the impending lightning, shaking his head and muttering to himself:

"No, no, the Overlord God will protect me; these sinners cannot kill me."

"Boom!"

A bolt from the blue, resounding across the sky.

A bolt of lightning as thick as a bowl crashed down from the thunderclouds, tearing the sky apart like a spear and striking the bishop like Divine Punishment.

A sturdy Psionics shield suddenly appeared around the Black Robe Bishop, but it was as fragile as paper in the face of this terrifying lightning and was easily shattered.

"No--"

The next moment, blinding lightning engulfed the bishop, and when the lightning gradually dissipated, only a pile of ashes remained on the ground.

However, the man in the sky still held his Bronze Scepter high, and the thick dark clouds continued to spread rapidly, Sky-Shading and enveloping the entire monster army.

"The Overlord God above, what is that?"

"Bishop, His Excellency the Bishop is dead!"

"Kill him! Kill that human spellcaster! The Overlord God will protect us and make us the new bishops!"

"Yes, tear him apart! For the sake of the Overlord God!"

The fanatical monster minions fired arrows into the sky, hurled stones and spears, and even a strong Gnoll tried to drag him to the ground.

However, an invisible force field magic surrounded the man, causing all the arrows and spears to deflect and instead pierce themselves.

"Overlord God? How dare such a thing presume to call itself a god?"

The man looked down contemptuously at the crazed monsters, strolling casually through the sky, ignoring their frenzied attacks.

His calm voice echoed across the wasteland, even drowning out the monsters' noisy roars.

The hurricane swept across the land, blowing the monsters about and even lifting some Goblin into the air.

Finally, the man calmly swung down his Bronze Scepter, and the terrifying thunder that had been accumulating in the dark clouds was about to unleash. The wind howled, but the world seemed to fall silent.

The well-informed young lady of the Seville family, who was watching the battle from hundreds of meters away, recognized the spell.

She had seen descriptions of this spell in the ancient texts of the Arcane Hermit Order.

Heloise gazed up at the thick, dark clouds that blanketed the land and murmured to herself, "This is an ancient Ninth Circle Spell."

"Vengeful Storm".

The next moment, her pupils were filled with the dazzling lightning reflected in the sky, and the sky became bright in an instant, turning the faces of everyone present pale.

"Boom!"

"Boom! Boom!"

The thunder roared and thundered wildly, like a raging beast.

Countless terrifying bolts of lightning descended from the sky, like Divine Punishment, blasting the ragtag monsters on the ground into dust.

"Overlord God!"

I don't want to die!

"This, this is Divine Punishment, this is the retribution of the Overlord God upon us! That man is His messenger!"

"The world is going to end!"

The surviving Goblin, Bugbear, Gnoll, Gray Dwarf, and other evil creatures howled and fled in all directions.

But what awaited them was not a way out, but an even more desperate scene.

Dark clouds churned and churned, filled with lightning and thunder, howling winds, and streaks of lightning descended one after another, chasing and striking the monsters.

Immediately afterwards, countless corrosive Acid Rain fell from the clouds, eroding the heads and backs of many monsters, leaving them riddled with holes, and they soon collapsed to the ground.

"Ah!"

"Overlord God!"

"It hurts so much! It's the rain! It's killer rain!"

Ultimately, gales and icy rain will ravage everything beneath the clouds, freezing the remaining, battered monsters into blocks of ice, ending their ravaged lives.

After all this was over, the dark clouds gradually dispersed, and the sun shone brightly on the earth again, as if nothing had ever happened.

Only the broken spears on the ground, the monster's remains, and the charred marks left by lightning strikes reminded people of the recent cataclysmic storm.

A monster army of over a thousand people was thus easily destroyed.

The man who created all of this remained calm and composed, still hovering in mid-air as if he had only done a trivial matter.

His grey cloak fluttered without wind, and the Bronze Scepter in his hand gleamed in the sunlight.

However, no one noticed that a wriggling, ugly larva appeared in his sleeve, enveloped in a layer of light, and then disappeared.

"O gods!"

"Call"

"Thank the gods, we have survived."

"I can hardly believe what happened today. Am I dreaming?"

"Yes, the attackers who appeared suddenly, and that spellcaster."

The people of the Seville Caravan collapsed to the ground, talking amongst themselves with lingering fear, sharing their feelings of escaping death.

They all looked up at the sky, focusing their gaze on the mysterious man who had come to their aid, and then fell silent.

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Yes, it's not over yet. Whether they can leave depends on whether the spellcaster is friend or foe. The catastrophic scene from just now is still lingering in their minds.

What happened today was so bizarre that the members of the Seville Caravan were completely overwhelmed.

They were first ambushed by cultists and a legion of monsters, then targeted by the so-called "Overlord God," and finally rescued by this spellcaster.

The man in the sky landed on the ground, but made no further move, simply waiting quietly for something.

Heloise said in a deep voice, "Marvin, keep a close eye on these family guards and make sure they don't make any rash moves under any circumstances."

I need to go and express my gratitude to that person.

Marvin hesitated for a moment, then whispered a reminder, "Miss, this might be a bit dangerous. Perhaps we..."

Heloise strode quickly northward, leaving behind a resolute statement. "I am the head of the Seville Family caravan. You are only responsible for following orders."

Knowing that there was no hope of dissuading him, Marvin lowered his head and respectfully replied, "Yes, Miss."

Heloise observed the mysterious spellcaster discreetly: he looked to be in his forties or fifties, with a neatly trimmed beard and an old gray cloak.

He possesses a unique charisma; simply standing there, he seems to be the center of the world, with everything revolving around him.

Although he was quite old, his face was still very charming, and his deep eyes revealed a familiar emotion—it seemed to be contempt.

Heloise was very familiar with this emotion; it was the unintentional contempt that superiors showed when dealing with inferiors.

"It would be rather unusual for such a powerful spellcaster not to be arrogant."

With that thought in mind, Heloise approached the man, lifted her skirt, bowed respectfully, lowered her eyes, and then spoke:

"Greetings from Heloise Seville of Victoria Harbor, and heartfelt thanks."

"My lord Sorcerer, your generosity in helping us repel the enemy is greatly appreciated. The Seville Family will reward you handsomely."

The man interrupted her, slightly surprised. "You can tell I'm Sorcerer?"

Heloise answered truthfully, "Only a powerful Sorcerer like you could possess such charm, but I've never seen anyone of your caliber before."

The man immediately understood, shook his head and chuckled, "I haven't interacted with ordinary people for so long that I've even overlooked this."

However, I've never heard of a city called Victoria Harbor; it should be the new harbor area around Silver Moon Bay.

Before he finished speaking, his aura suddenly subsided, and he became as ordinary as an ordinary person.

Heloise was immediately startled, her mind racing—she knew that Victoria Harbor had been established four hundred years ago, when the Seville Family's ancestor was still an unknown fisherman.

This mysterious and powerful Sorcerer had never heard of the renowned Victoria Harbor! Who exactly was he? Therefore, Heloise lowered her stance further and asked, "Sir, you are the benefactor of the Seville Family. How should we address you?"

The man, or rather, Keosius, gave a rather warm smile and replied in a relaxed tone, "Miss Heloise, right? Getting rid of those bugs was just something I did on the side; it's not a big deal."

As for what to call me, you may call me The Hermit.