God of Slaughter

Jenny left with Keane, while the group of mercenaries continued to gaze longingly at her retreating back.

"Miss Jenny is so beautiful. If I could take a wife like that, I'd be willing to lose ten years of my life."

"Don't daydream, kid. Miss Jenny is a noble."

Several mercenaries nearby were still engaged in a heated discussion.

At this moment, Linley spoke softly to Garen beside him.

"How about it? Did that Jenny stir your heart at all? I saw her face turn red when she looked at you earlier. Her beauty is in the top three of any woman I've ever seen; she's definitely a match for you."

"Is that so? Then is she as beautiful as your Delia?"

Garen teased him with a counter-question.

"Uh..."

Linley was instantly rendered speechless.

Ever since he had been hurt by Eris, his heart had been frozen, though deep down, there was still one figure he wasn't yet brave enough to face.

Seeing Linley like this, Garen stopped teasing him, knowing that Linley was a man of deep, singular devotion.

Late at night, Garen was meditating inside the carriage. Ever since he had absorbed the Soul Golden Bead and his soul power had surged, followed by his Soul Mutation, the speed at which he refined his spiritual energy during meditation had increased dramatically. Even though all the experience points from grinding monsters were added to his warrior level, his magic level had already reached the mid-to-late stage of the ninth rank—a truly rapid progression.

Suddenly, the system's Map Function alert sounded.

Nearly a hundred red dots were rapidly approaching their caravan.

Garen stepped out of the carriage and alerted the two mercenaries who were standing guard.

"Bandits are coming. Wake the others up quickly."

At this moment, Linley also heard the commotion outside and stepped down from his carriage, walking toward Garen.

"Everyone, get up! Bandits are coming!"

A mercenary shouted loudly, and the surrounding mercenaries quickly grabbed their weapons, peering into the darkness all around them.

Naturally, they saw nothing.

Garen's system Map Function, however, could provide warnings up to two kilometers away.

After a while, Linley finally sensed a large group of people approaching.

A minute later, the sound of dense, light footsteps echoed from afar. The bandits saw that the camp was already brightly lit and the mercenaries were on high alert.

Their plan to ambush the caravan had fallen through, so at the bandit leader's signal, they rushed over and surrounded the entire caravan tightly.

A booming voice rang out from the bandit group, and a one-eyed bandit stepped forward.

"Bearded Malone, I didn't expect you to still be this alert after all these years. Since our ambush failed, we'll just have to take you by force."

The one-eyed bandit walked forward arrogantly, seemingly indifferent to the mercenaries' defenses, acting as if he had already won.

"Linley, I hate bandits more than anything. I won't transform; let's see who can kill more, shall we?"

There was no need to discuss Garen's attitude toward bandits—it could be summed up in four words: wipe them all out!

"I'm only interested in the most arrogant one. I'll leave the small fry to the mercenaries."

Linley said casually.

"Alright then. The bandit leader is yours. It's been a while since I used a bow, so I'm a bit rusty. Today, I'll let you witness my archery."

While the captain of the mercenary team was still trying to calculate if he could pay to avoid disaster and bargain with the one-eyed bandit leader, Garen and Linley, standing in the back, had already passed a death sentence on the bandits.

Garen flicked his hand, casting an eighth-rank spell instantly.

"Wind Blade Soaring Dance"

Hundreds of half-meter-long wind blades shot out chaotically like a violent storm. Guided by Garen's powerful spiritual energy, they instantly slaughtered dozens of bandits at the rear of the caravan.

"Ah! Argh..."

Screams rose and fell in succession.

By this time, Linley had already reached the one-eyed bandit leader, swinging his heavy sword, No Edge. The bandit leader reacted quickly, but just as he prepared to dodge, he suddenly found that the surrounding space had compressed, leaving him unable to move. With a single strike, the eighth-rank bandit leader was reduced to pulp.

This sudden, unexpected attack left the caravan captain and the mercenaries in utter disbelief.

The nearby bandits, seeing this, were terrified out of their wits.

It was unclear which bandit reacted first.

"Brothers, run!"

The group of bandits scattered instantly, turning and fleeing as if they wished their parents had given them two extra legs.

"What kind of killing gods are these? One wipes out dozens of our brothers with a single move, and the other kills our boss with one sword strike. How is anyone supposed to fight this?"

The group of bandits fled frantically, their minds consumed by this question.

"Brothers, charge! Kill all these bandits!"

Some of the quick-witted mercenaries shouted and charged out with their weapons raised.

Garen took out the Purple Dragon Bow.

He condensed a Gale Arrow.

"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh..."

"Puchi!" "Puchi!"

A continuous series of sounds pierced the air. With Garen's current spiritual power, condensing a Gale Arrow equivalent to the strength of a seventh-rank spell took almost no time, and the consumption of magical power was a mere drop in the bucket for him.

The bowstring was pulled and released in rapid succession, and the Gale Arrows seemed to have eyes of their own, weaving past the mercenaries to strike the bandits.

One arrow for every target; the speed of the Gale Arrows was simply something these bandits could not match.

When the last Gale Arrow struck down a bandit who had already fled a thousand meters away, the screams ceased. Not a single bandit remained, and Garen put away the Purple Dragon Bow.

"It's been a long time since I killed bandits. That felt good."

At some point, killing bandits had become one of Garen's hobbies.

At this moment, the group of mercenaries and the merchants who had woken up all looked toward Garen and Linley in shock, their eyes filled with admiration.

The O'Brien Empire was the most martial of all, and its founding emperor, the War God O'Brien, had established the nation through martial prowess.

"Many thanks to you two lords for stepping in. Otherwise, our mercenary group would have suffered heavy casualties. Here is ten thousand gold coins; please accept them."

At this time, Malone, the mercenary captain who had been the first to react, walked over and said respectfully.

Garen waved his hand dismissively.

Ever since Linley had killed King Clyde of Fenlai and discovered 2.2 billion gold coins stored in his Space Ring, he had also lost interest in money.

"It's not easy being a mercenary, living life on the edge of a blade. We don't need the gold coins; we aren't short on money."

The mercenary leader Malone did not insist, and after thanking them once more, he left.

Inside a carriage not far away, Jenny and Keane had also witnessed Garen and Linley displaying their might, their eyes shining as they stared at the two. Who on the continent didn't worship the strong?

"Sister, those two big brothers are so amazing. I want to become as strong as them too."

"Mm, my little brother is the best. You're still young; as long as you practice diligently in the future, you will definitely be as strong as them."

The little boy, having received his sister's approval, grew excited and had a sudden whim to go over and learn the two big brothers' ultimate techniques.

Jenny and their old servant Lambert were left between laughter and tears, and they hurriedly tried to persuade him.

"Keane, it's too late today. The two big brothers need to rest soon. You should go ask them for advice tomorrow morning."

"Alright, then I'll go tomorrow morning. Once I learn their ultimate techniques, I'll be able to protect you in the future, Sister."

I originally didn't want a female lead for this book, but writing up to this point, I suddenly feel that Jenny isn't bad. I wonder if you brothers have any good suggestions?

(End of chapter)

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