Chapter 5 The Appearance of the Throat Cutter
2015-01-14
Author: Floating Tower of All Beings
The hall was still deathly silent.
One of the Amazon Female Warriors picked up the battle skirt from the ground with a shocked expression. After looking at the neatly cut straps, she murmured, “What incredible speed!”
This was far from some striptease technique.
The speed of the opponent’s attack was simply too fast, stripping her companion of her clothes before they even had time to react. Moreover, not a single cut touched her companion’s skin while severing the battle skirt’s straps and inner lining. Such precision and speed were utterly incomprehensible to them. The red-haired woman shivered when Soren withdrew, feeling the icy touch of the knife tip gliding over her skin, without directly injuring the surface.
This was a technique they simply could not understand.
A tea-colored long-haired Amazon woman took a deep breath and slowly said, “What an amazing Wanderer! Report this to the higher-ups, be careful in your reception. We have no need to offend such a person; they may be useful in the future.”
Strength is what earns respect.
Even the Amazon Female Warriors, who preferred to dominate males to inflate their egos, understood the need to respect powerful men.
These women are truly unruly.
If you don’t make them understand what real power is, they will continue to look at you with contempt. If Drow are the assassins among females, then Amazon Female Warriors are the brutes among them. Dealing with such women requires you to whip them when necessary, and slap them when needed, or else they will become even more audacious. Only when you demonstrate your strength will these women give you the respect you deserve.
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On the stairs.
Soren’s palms curled inward, a hint of a playful smile at the corner of his mouth. Speaking almost to himself, he said, “I’ve finally regained some of my old skills. I just don’t know when I’ll reach the level of that legendary Sword Saint from the Golem War, who could block bullets with a straight blade, but it shouldn’t be too far off, right?”
“In my peak state, I should have been able to remove someone’s clothes without harm. Perhaps even shave below?”
“Looks like there’s still a considerable gap!”
Soren certainly didn’t possess those peak skills right now; shaving would definitely cut the target’s skin.
Legendary skills.
Any specialty marked with a legendary symbol is never simple, let alone the Wanderer’s specialty. After restoring his Universal Skillful Hand ability, although his Profession Level was only around the Third Tier, his actual combat power could reach above Tier Four. He estimated that just one more step forward would allow him to reach near-legendary power at Tier Four, and the speed of this power increase was much faster than in the past. Alas, without the specialty of Intuitive Evasion, and lacking the triple stacking of Evasion specialties, he ultimately could not achieve peak power.
Intuitive Evasion!
Without superhuman-level perception, how can one master the specialty of Intuitive Evasion?
Furrowing his brows in thought, Soren slowly pushed open the door. A glance at the scene inside made him immediately close the door again, rushing towards Vivian. The sight before him was somewhat startling; Vivian’s petite frame floated about three feet above the bed, clad in a black princess dress, her hair gently dancing in the wind, and clearly, other items around her were also suspended in the air. Tables, chairs, wooden stools, and various ornaments were all floating.
Divine power out of control!
This wasn’t the first time Soren had seen this.
Sometimes, the little girl would inexplicably float while sleeping at night, and he too might end up floating alongside her, occasionally causing damage. However, when Soren was there, her divine power episodes were noticeably fewer. The room seemed to be enveloped by an invisible energy force field. Soren returned everything floating back to the ground, then reached out and held Vivian’s small frame in his arms. The little girl remained in deep sleep, yet it seemed she could sense the outside world, her expression softening and her breathing gradually calming.
She was actually conscious and aware.
Yet Soren couldn’t determine why she remained in such a deep sleep. Last time, she had also slept for a long time, only waking up at a certain point.
“Just give me a little more time.”
Soren gently held Vivian’s small body, then leaned down to kiss her forehead and said softly, “I still don’t have complete control over suppressing the Fear Deity; I need a little time to brew.”
“It won’t take too long. I promise.”
Soren rose, covering the sleeping girl with a blanket, then sat beside her, stroking her long hair. The surrounding invisible energy field gradually dissipated, as if everything had returned to calm. Soren silently took out a scroll to read, occasionally glancing at the sky outside. Since he had promised the Ocean Priestess, he had to follow through; otherwise, he could risk incurring the Ocean Goddess’s curse. The time given was not long, and Soren was uninterested in delaying too much.
The traitors to their faith were a group of merchants, who were backed by the Duchess of Rosad Duchy.
Soren had heard of this woman, not only for her beauty but also her incredible wealth and her extremely malicious nature.
It was said that the old duke of Rosad Duchy was poisoned by her!
Of course, that was merely a rumor, but now the ruler of the duchy was her; she was the old duke’s third wife. The old duke’s sons had been schemed against and murdered one by one, leaving only one little princess alive. The reason Soren remembered this woman was that many once compared her to a ‘Wu Zetian’ figure, but with a far more ruthless heart. This woman later launched wars against other duchies and nearly unified the southwestern kingdoms.
She came from an ancient sorcerer family, with a very profound background!
It seems that sorcerer families easily nurture those with bizarre personalities, perhaps because they had to dabble in many taboo areas to keep their bloodlines pure.
This woman is no simple character!
She has been relentlessly accumulating wealth while secretly recruiting many evil faction adventurers. The reason these merchants betrayed their faith was simple: for more profit. While the Ocean Goddess could protect their ships on the sea, she could not bring them more benefits. This group of guys switched their faith to the Lord of Storms, aiming to open trade routes through the tropical rainforest regions, enhancing trade cooperation with the tropical rainforest through the faith of the Lord of Storms.
They needed the gold from the Soros Archipelago; as long as they had the Lord of Storms’ faith to pave the way, they could trade with any towns or tribes in the Soros Archipelago that also believed in the Lord of Storms. After all, the Ocean Goddess’s influence on land could never compare to that of the Lord of Storms, who also possessed the ability to bless maritime navigation, protecting believers from storms and using divine power to intimidate sea monsters.
All of this was for more profit!
However, they likely did not expect the Ocean Goddess to retaliate so quickly; their betrayal of faith happened during this period when the gods lost contact.
If the Ocean Goddess also fell into slumber, they might escape punishment and wrath!
But they clearly underestimated the vengeful heart of the goddess’s believers.
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The night grew deeper.
Soren put away the scroll and glanced at Vivian, leaning down to kiss her cheek, then said, “I will be back soon.”
After speaking, he turned and opened the window, then left quietly.
Not long after Soren left, Vivian’s petite body floated again; the window he had tightly closed before gently quivered, followed by various objects lifting to a height of three feet, and the whole room was once again enveloped by an invisible force. If Gloria were here, she would find everything so familiar; it was because of divine power going out of control that she had opened the energy shield to isolate Vivian’s powers. Floating objects slowly danced around, and Vivian’s small body gradually drifted to the center.
Under a bright moonlight.
Soren advanced towards the dock area, where the Duchess controlled a formidable merchant caravan, possibly containing high-level wizards. She had considerable mineral resources and had been secretly engaging in smuggling arms, slaves, food, and so on. She manipulated the power of the Rosad Duchy; however, the profits from trade all fell into her personal pockets, leaving the duchy’s finances quite strained. Rumors had it that the army of the Rosad Duchy was not as strong as her personal guard.
Soren was not very clear about her strength, only knowing that she had five private legions under her command.
No one had seen her act in public, but there were speculations that she was a Dragonblood Sorceress.
The port appeared very quiet.
At this time, nearly everyone was asleep.
Soren moved through the shadows, gradually approaching the target merchant guild. They had seven large ships, with sailors and guards numbering over five hundred; this was a rather tricky task. Five of the large ships had already set sail after the last divine sacrifice, leaving behind other personnel at Taro Port. Soren’s first target was to kill all these people and completely destroy their stronghold; then, when others returned, he would catch them all at once.
The pirates controlled by the Ocean Temple had scattered; once the fleet returned, he would immediately receive news.
There were guards stationed at the merchant guild; Soren silently crept forward, and then a glint of cold light flashed, as he gently placed a body with a severed throat on the ground.
Soren lightly landed on the roof with dual curved blades, coating the blades with the venom of a Bipedal Dragon, then prepared his crossbow, loading it one shot after another, and stowed a handful of throwing knives into his Battle Master gloves. He leaped lightly into the courtyard, then once again vanished into the shadows, quietly approaching the patrolling guards.
He disturbed no one.
This was just an appetizer; the real hunt was only beginning! (To be continued ~^~)
