Before anyone could react, accompanied by the crisp frictional sound of metal mechanisms unfolding, dozens of glowing golden-yellow chains descended from the sky like venomous snakes emerging from their lair!
“Do you know how many ways Judah can be used?”
Swoosh!
Swoosh!
Swoosh!
These chains moved so fast that people had no time to dodge at all, precisely wrapping around the wrists, ankles, and necks of every barbarian present.
Immediately afterward, the chains tightened violently and pulled upward, instantly hanging this group of bandits who had just been spouting nonsense high in mid-air.
“Nani?!”
Everyone was shocked, each looking like a salted fish messed up in the wind, frantically flailing and struggling in mid-air.
Because Bulimu was overweight, he rolled his eyes as he was choked while hanging in mid-air, and the roasted meat in his hand dropped into the campfire, sizzling away.
He tried his absolute best to break free, only to find that these golden chains were a hundred times stronger than the hardest steel; even with all his might, the chains didn’t deform by even a fraction.
Just as this group of bandits was at a loss like pork hanging in a butcher shop, a leisurely set of footsteps came from the darkness.
Clack, clack, clack.
Otto wore a calm and elegant smile at the corner of his mouth, slowly walking out from the shadows.
Behind him stood a huge golden cross.
With this shape and these special effects, what else could it be except the “Oath of Judah” that the world’s number one cutie Theresa used to smash people back then?
Looking at this blonde young man who appeared like the descent of a deity, the barbarians present were completely dumbfounded.
Having engaged in banditry for years, they had seen knights holding swords and farmers holding pitchforks, but when had they ever seen such a badass whose entrance came with holy light special effects and who could effortlessly hang dozens of people up?
However, although Bulimu looked as rough as an unevolved ape, being able to become the boss of this bunch of outlaws meant he was definitely a sensible and smart man deep down.
His eyes rolled, and his heart instantly went half-cold.
There were a full twenty-nine brothers patrolling the perimeter!
For this blonde pretty boy to swagger all the way here and even hang all of them up meant that the brothers outside had been wiped out without even sending out a distress signal!
If you can’t beat them, join them!
Bulimu unhesitatingly discarded his dignity as a boss, his old face covered in flesh instantly squeezing out a flattering smile:
“M-My Lord!
Please show mercy, My Lord, and spare my life!”
Wriggling like a maggot in mid-air, he loudly begged for mercy: “I am willing to work like an ox or a horse for you!
As long as you let me down, from now on I will be the most loyal dog by your side!
Whoever you tell me to bite, I will bite; I will serve you for the rest of my life!”
Seeing their boss directly kneeling, the other lackies hanging in mid-air no longer cared about any code of brotherhood, and on the spot started a chorus of collective begging for mercy.
“Spare our lives, My Lord!”
“We were also forced!
We are willing to follow you!”
“Boss is right!
We will all be your dogs!”
“I have elders above and children below to look after!”
Listening to the uniform pleas for mercy from this group of bandits, Otto looked at their comical appearance swaying in the wind mid-air, gently shook his head, and let out a somewhat distressed sigh:
“Oh, that really is a difficult question for me to answer.”
Seeing that Otto seemed to show signs of relenting and thinking there was hope, Bulimu quickly increased the intensity of his flattery: “My Lord!
Look at your demeanor like a sun god; you definitely need a few errand runners, right?
We are most proficient at doing dirty and exhausting work!
Taking us in will definitely not be a loss for you!”
Watching Bulimu’s hard-acting performance, Otto suddenly chuckled a few times.
“Oh, well, seeing that you all are so sincere, I promise you.”
Bulimu felt a burst of wild joy in his heart: It worked!
This tender-skinned noble young master is indeed easy to fool!
“However—” Otto changed the subject, the smile at the corner of his mouth slowly fading as a flash of cold light crossed his eyes, “I have one condition.”
“Name it, My Lord!
I will agree to any condition!
I won’t hesitate even to go through fire and water!” Bulimu quickly expressed his stance.
Otto raised his gloved left hand, aimed at the fat man in front of him, and slowly said:
“I’d like to borrow your head.”
“Huh?”
Bulimu froze.
Before he could react to what this sentence meant, the roar of a gunshot suddenly rang out beneath the quiet night sky.
Bang!
An invisible air bullet instantly cut through a distance of several meters, piercing straight through Bulimu’s glabella!
A gruesome bloom of blood burst from Bulimu’s forehead.
Without even managing to let out a final scream, his eyes widened like copper bells, his massive body twitched violently within the chains, and then his head hung limply down as he died completely.
The surrounding air seemed to freeze at this moment, save for the system’s call ringing in Otto’s mind.
[Ding!
Side quest completed.]
[Reward: 800 gold coins have been distributed.]
The other hanging lackies watched as their boss, who had been hopping around just a moment ago, was instantly headshot from afar like slaughtering a chicken in the blink of an eye.
In their hearts, they were all frantically screaming “Holy crap”.
This guy doesn’t play by the rules at all!
Amidst this suffocating fear, the skinny lackey’s brain spun at top speed.
To save his life, he instantly turned the tables and shouted at the top of his lungs:
“Well killed!
Brilliantly killed!”
Flailing in mid-air, the skinny guy righteously accused: “My Lord!
This Bulimu committed countless evils and truly deserved to die!
Our group has long since stopped wanting to follow him in harming innocent people!
Today, you acting on behalf of heaven is practically our second set of parents!”
Hearing this, the others instantly reacted and chimed in one after another, their speed of flipping their faces faster than turning a book:
“Right, right, right!
We were all forced by him!”
“My Lord, you are simply the angel sent to save us!”
Looking at this group of bandits making a mockery of themselves to survive, Otto still didn’t reply, but simply walked up to Bulimu’s corpse.
He drew the dull blade from his waist and gestured at Bulimu’s thick neck.
With a “crack” sound, the hand rose and the sword fell.
Disgustedly grabbing a piece of rag nearby, Otto wrapped up the head worth twenty gold coins tightly.
Seeing that Otto didn’t immediately attack them, the bandits in mid-air thought their speech of “abandoning darkness for light” had moved this lord, and each secretly rejoiced in their hearts that they had salvaged their lives.
However, Otto was by no means some holy white lotus who would spread love and peace in another world.
After wrapping up the head, he slowly turned around and looked at the group of barbarians still hanging on the chains.
The false face gloves on his left hand squirmed slightly in the night.
Otto gently hooked his finger toward the pile of burning campfire in the center.
Whoosh——!
The ordinary flames seemed to have received an order, instantly turning into a roaring fire dragon that violently rose from the ground!
“Ah!
What is this?!”
“Fire!
The fire is burning over!
Help!”
Amidst the shrill screams of the bandits, Otto was like a conductor standing in the center of the Vienna Hall, his left hand waving gracefully in mid-air.
Along with his movements, the flames turned into an overwhelming sea of fire, ruthlessly devouring the barbarians hanging in mid-air, and following the wind, instantly ignited this sinful village.
The crackling sound of bursting firewood and the desperate wails of the bandits intertwined, playing the final movement of destruction.
Otto stood at the edge of the raging fire, feeling the rolling heat wave hitting his face, and casually hung the wrapped head at his waist.
He turned around and watched the huge “Oath of Judah” in mid-air transform back into a golden Rubik’s cube amidst a burst of golden light.
Void Archives landed steadily in his palm, and was then casually stuffed into his pocket by him.
With calm strides, Otto walked toward the woods where the horses were tethered, behind him soaring flames and gradually collapsing thatched cottages.
Real men never look back at explosions.
It might not seem tempting right now but who knows what the future holds?
“And If you’re enjoying it, drop a Power Stone for me!”