Ashen Dragon-Chapter 661 - 75 Control the Thunder-2

Chapter 661: Chapter 75 Control the Thunder-2

Chapter 661 -75 Control the Thunder-2

The sky had already become overcast with dark clouds, gloom enveloping the area as a dim light filtered through the rolling clouds, harboring a terrifying power.

The black-robed bishop looked up at the dense thunderclouds, fixated on the impending lightning, constantly shaking his head and muttering to himself:

“No, no, the Sovereign God will protect me, these sinners cannot kill me…”

“Boom!”

A thunderclap on a clear day, resounding through the heavens.

Lightning as thick as a bowl’s mouth erupted from the clouds, like a spear suddenly tearing through the sky, striking the bishop as if it were divine punishment.

Around the black-robed bishop, a sturdy spiritual energy shield suddenly unfolded, but it was as fragile as paper in front of the terrifying lightning, easily shattered.

“No——”

The next moment, blinding thunderlight engulfed the bishop, and once the light gradually faded, nothing was left on the ground but a pile of ashes.

Yet the man in the sky was still holding up the bronze scepter, as the dense dark clouds rapidly expanded, covering the sun and shrouding the entire monster legion.

“Sovereign God above, what is that?”

“The bishop, the bishop is dead!”

“Kill him! Kill that human spellcaster! The Sovereign God will protect us, and we shall become the new bishop!”

“Yes, tear him apart! For the Sovereign God!”

The frenzied monster foot soldiers launched arrows into the sky, hurled stones, short spears, and even robust gnolls tried to drag him to the ground.

However, invisible force field magic surrounded the man, causing all arrows and spears to deflect back, stabbing into their own flesh.

“Sovereign God?

Such a thing, dares to falsely claim to be a deity?”

The man looked down disdainfully at the crazed monsters, nonchalantly strolling through the sky, oblivious to their frantic attacks.

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

A hurricane swept across the land, scattering the monsters haphazardly, with goblins even being lifted into the air.

Finally, the man casually swung his bronze scepter, and the terrifying thunder accumulated in the clouds was about to pour down, the strong winds howling, but the world seemed to fall into silence.

Hundreds of meters away, observing the battle, the well-informed Miss from the Sivier family recognized the spell.

—She had seen descriptions of this spell in the ancient texts of the Arcane Priory.

Hilowiz looked up at the dense dark clouds shrouding the land and muttered to herself, “This is an ancient Ninth Tier spell…”

“Storm of Vengeance.”

The next moment, her pupils filled with dazzling reflected lightning, the sky instantly becoming bright, illuminating all present faces palely.

“Boom!”

“Boom! Boom!”

The thunder, like a furious beast, roared and bellowed rampantly.

Countless terrifyingly powerful lightning bolts struck down from the sky, like divine retribution, obliterating the assorted monsters on the ground.

“Sovereign God!”

“I don’t want to die!”

“This, this is divine punishment, this is the punishment of the Sovereign God! That man is His messenger!”

“The world is going to be destroyed!”

The goblins, bugbears, gnolls, and dwarves, and other evil creatures that managed to survive wailed in agony, fleeing in every direction.

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

The dark clouds churned and swirled, filled with lightning and thunder, strong winds howling, and bolt after bolt of lightning relentlessly struck the fleeing monsters.

Then, from the clouds, acid rain that could erode bones fell, many monsters’ heads and backs were eroded with dense pockmarks, quickly collapsing to the ground.

“Ah!”

“Sovereign God…”

“It hurts so much! It’s that rain! That’s murderous rain!”

Eventually, the storm and icy rain will sweep across all regions beneath the clouds, freezing the remaining battered monsters into ice blocks, ending their devastated lives that no longer resemble their former selves.

After everything is over, the dark clouds gradually disperse, and sunlight once again covers the land as if nothing had ever happened.

Only the broken short spears on the ground, the remnants of the monsters, and the charred marks left by lightning strikes serve as reminders of the recent catastrophic storm.

A Monster Legion of over a thousand was thus easily obliterated.

Yet the man who orchestrated all this appeared unchanged, still suspended mid-air, as if he had merely performed a trivial task.

His gray cloak stirred without wind, and the bronze scepter in his hand gleamed brilliantly under the sunlight.

However, nobody noticed the ugly squirming larva appearing within his sleeve, enveloped by a film of light, before it vanished.

“Gods…”

“Sigh…”

“Thank the Gods, we actually survived.”

“I can hardly believe what happened today. Is this all a dream?”

“Yes, the sudden attack, and… that spellcaster.”

The people of the Sivier Caravan collapsed on the ground, nervously conversing with each other, sharing their feelings of having narrowly escaped death.

Their gaze collectively turned to the sky, focusing on the mysterious man who had aided them, and they fell silent again.

“…”

Indeed, it’s still not over, their fate to leave this place will depend on whether the spellcaster is friend or foe, as the scenes of the disaster remain fresh in their minds.

The events of today were too bizarre, overwhelming the members of the Sivier Caravan.

Initially ambushed by cultists and the Monster Legion, targeted by the so-called “Sovereign God”, and then rescued by this spellcaster.

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

Hilowiz spoke solemnly, “Marvin, make sure to keep these family guards in check; ensure they do not act rashly under any circumstances.

“I must go and express our gratitude to that gentleman.”

Hesitant, Marvin still softly warned, “Miss, it might be dangerous. Perhaps we…”

Hilowiz strode towards the north, leaving a firm statement behind: “I am in charge of the Sivier Family Caravan. You are just to follow orders.”

Marvin, knowing it was futile to dissuade her, bowed and respectfully responded, “Yes, Miss.”

Hilowiz discreetly observed the mysterious spellcaster: he appeared to be in his forties or fifties with neatly trimmed beard, draped in an old gray cloak.

He possessed a unique aura, standing there as if he was the center of the world, as if all things revolved around him.

Despite being somewhat aged, his face was still quite charismatic, and his deep eyes emitted a familiar emotion—seemly contempt.

Hilowiz was familiar with this sentiment, it was the disdain inadvertently shown by those of higher status towards those beneath them.

“Such a powerful spellcaster being prideful is not unusual, actually.”

Hilowiz thought to herself, approaching the man, curtsied gracefully with her skirt lifted, her eyes lowered, then she finally spoke:

“From the Sivier family of Victoria Port, Hilowiz greets you.

“Sorcerer Sir, thank you for your selfless assistance in repelling our enemies.”

The man slightly surprised, “You can tell I am a sorcerer?”

“May I know your name?”

The man, or rather, Cassius nodded slightly, a gentle smile appearing on his face, then replied, “You can call me Albert, or… the Hermit.”

The Puton District and Steep District are relatively dilapidated, home to sailors and laborers. The outer city, distributed along the Chongsar River, houses temporary buildings and slums, landmarked by a stone bridge spanning the Chongsar River—Flying Dragon Crossroad, bustling with numerous vendors, even with planks widening the bridge surface, with many structures added atop. There is no law and order here; even the scope of protection provided by the Flame Fist Mercenary Group is very limited, and the city’s poor and criminals all gather here. Hahaha