Chapter 286
Chapter 286
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Translator: uly
Chapter: 286
Chapter Title: God's Atlantis
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"Hahaha! That's right—the Sand Hand Bandits who rule this desert are us!"
I perked up at the voice of the bandit acting like their leader. It was a rather husky tone, but unmistakably a woman's.
I peeked around the pillar to get a look at the bandit leader. True to the desert, the bandits were covered in loose clothing. With their faces wrapped too, it was hard to tell men from women at a glance.
But you can't fool my eyes. ...Hmm. That slightly curved lower back screams woman. Call it a hunch, but she's got an killer figure.
She was on the smaller side compared to the other bandits. For her to be leader anyway meant she was stronger than the rest—no other explanation.
I'm dying to know too.
But I wasn't jumping out just yet. Their numbers made it tough for me alone. I planned to ambush when they showed a big opening.
"Sand Hand Bandits! I've heard of your fame!"
"Oh, really...? Well, we've been raiding around here for over a year now."
"I heard the Sand Hand Bandits let people pass safely if they pay the toll! We'll pay you, so let us go!"
"Ah, that? Sorry, but we don't take tolls anymore. Word travels slow, huh?"
"W-what do you mean?!"
The merchant's face turned ashen. Instinct told him things had gone way south.
"What do I mean? Cough up everything you have and die—or just everything and scram. Merchant. Hahaha."
"You madmen! Where's the justice in that?!"
"Justice? It's right here. You really think paying off bandits to let you go makes sense? Bandits steal—that's the job!"
"...You think you'll get away with this?!"
"Ha. You little shit, big mouth on you. Enough—hand over your stuff and beat it. We'll spare your life. We don't wanna catch a stray blade either."
"This is our livelihood! We went into debt for this! Taking it all is as good as killing us!"
"Why drag it out if you don't wanna give it up? Boys, forget it—kill 'em!"
At the bandit leader's word, the bandits charged the merchants.
"Yaaah!"
"Die, you bastards!"
"This is what bandits do!"
Clang! Clang!
"Aaaagh!"
Swords clashed and screams rang out as chaos erupted. I seized the moment and rushed the nearest bandits.
Heavenly Demon Divine Art: Silent Void.
Heavenly Demon Divine Art: Silent Void
Infuses Heavenly Demon Qi into foe, causing internal explosion.
Pow!
I smashed one bandit's head. He staggered, then steadied himself and glared.
"Who the hell are you—"
Boom!
The bandit's head exploded.
Silent Void channels Heavenly Demon Qi into the foe's body to make it burst. You can kill outright or blast them away. But if they neutralize the Qi fast with mana, no boom.
Kekeke. Way weaker than expected. Makes sense—if they could use mana, they'd have no need for banditry.
I regained my composure. Ten bandits had me nervous at first, but they were pushovers.
"What the fuck! Where'd this clown-masked freak come from?!"
The bandit leader glared at me, fuming. Up close, she was definitely a woman. Her loose shirt couldn't hide those perky tits.
She aimed a scimitar—curved blade—at me.
Scimitar, right?
I approached to yank off her face cloth but froze. Mana stirred from her.
Vmmm.
Blue aura cloaked her scimitar.
"Scared, punk?"
"Scared? No, this lord was just pondering how to deal with you."
"Deal with me? Cocky bastard. You killed my man—you won't die easy. I'll hunt your family, sell the kids as slaves, whore out the women, chop your limbs, and feed you to sand hyenas!"
"Heh. Try it if you can."
Then a bandit beside her spoke up.
"B-boss! That's the Heavenly Demon! Clown mask, black clothes! And that skill... Definitely him!"
"Heavenly Demon?"
She eyed me head to toe.
"What's that?"
She didn't know me.
"Hotshot in the back alleys lately! Merciless killer, 90% request success rate—massive new blood!"
Hmm. Looks like you know this lord.
I'd taken plenty of Pesica's requests, mostly hits. Didn't care why they had to die. Just business.
"What? Fuck. Just some tit-sucking grandma chaser. Merchants not dead yet?!"
I glanced over. Two merchants dead, two alive. Breathing ragged, clothes blood-soaked. Far from fine.
"Everyone but those two—get over here! Help me take this fucker!"
"Yes, boss!"
The bandits moved in unison.
Getting surrounded would suck. Better move first.
I'd been toying around, but now I struck—feinting at the leader, then punching a male bandit beside her.
Women later!
Heavenly Demon Divine Art: Silent Void.
My fist slammed his solar plexus.
"Guhk!"
He flew back, then exploded in a spray of blood and guts.
"You bastard!"
The leader swung her sword aura blade at me in rage.
Heavenly Demon Divine Art: Heavenly Demon Step.
My feet danced back in flashy footwork. Her blade sliced empty air.
"Slippery fucker!"
She barked at her men.
"Rush him all at once!"
"Heh. Too few to take this lord. You'd need at least 3,000."
"Shut your shit-hole, dog!"
Such words only make me open wider.
I gaped my mouth as far as possible and inhaled deeply. Feeling air fill my lungs, I circulated the Heavenly Demon Divine Art.
Heavenly Demon Divine Art: Heavenly Demon Roar.
"SEEEEEEKS!"
The bandits flinched and stepped back at my shout.
"...I vote that bastard's brain is smooth as a baby's ass."
The leader muttered in disbelief.
Cold sweat beaded on my forehead.
Failed.
Heavenly Demon Roar shouldn't be that weak. Nearby foes should've flown back, distant ones deafened.
Damn. First try, botched the Qi control.
Sword-wielding bandits charged.
Heavenly Demon Divine Art: Heavenly Demon Step.
I tap-danced through their blades, dodging and waiting for openings.
My proficiency was too low for Step plus attacks.
"Fuck. Quit dancing!"
The leader pulled thin needles from her bosom and hurled them. Their speed spooked me—I leaped back.
"Hahk! Huhk! Who are you?!"
A sword-wielding merchant was beside me. I'd retreated to the merchants. The others were cold corpses.
"This lord is the Heavenly Demon."
"...Don't know you, but you're a weird one. No time—team up?"
"Mm. Fine."
"I'll take the rear, Heavenly Demon—you front..."
"No, you front."
"Wha—?!"
Thud!
I kicked the merchant's leg. As he toppled, I grabbed his collar, spun using my left foot for centrifugal force, and flung him at the charging bandits.
"Aaaah!"
Stab! Stab! Stab!
The merchant was skewered dead.
I ignored the alerts and exploited the gap.
Heavenly Demon Divine Art: Heavenly Demon Asura.
Whoosh!
Black Heavenly Demon Qi blazed like flames on both hands.
I hooked my fingers like claws and swung wide.
Heavenly Demon Divine Art: Heavenly Demon Flying Claw.
Ten black sword-qi claws flew at the bandits, slicing limbs, necks, chests, heads.
Only three left—two down, immobile. Only the leader, who'd blocked Flying Claw, stood.
"D-damn... Thought you were a retard... With this power...!?"
Step.
I stepped toward her. She flinched, regripping her scimitar.
Surprising. Thought she'd run...
I noticed she eyed her surviving men.
Bandit with loyalty, huh.
I Heavenly Demon Stepped at her. She swung.
I didn't dodge. Reached out both hands.
Grip!
Caught the blade.
"Caught a sword-qi blade?!"
"This side uses sword-qi... no, fist-qi too. No reason I can't."
One thing she didn't know: Heavenly Demon Qi ain't ordinary.
Kang!
I crushed—scimitar shattered.
"Ah...!?"
My fist slammed her gut.
"Belly bop!"
"Guuuh!!!"
She flew back, rolling. Writhed but couldn't rise.
I walked slowly toward her.
A cute junior girl's voice urged me on.
Not some drinking game...
Worst part? The voice turned me on.
"You said you wouldn't kill my family easy? This lord returns your words in kind. But first... I'll hack off your limbs myself and give you the Asanagi-style dismemberment."
She was a bandit. Probably sold kids as slaves, whored women out.
Whatever her past, she insulted me—that mattered.
Step step.
At her front, I ripped off her head cloth.
Flaming red hair, ruby eyes—a beauty. Smooth red skin, sharp features.
Her bold, straight brows were killer. Pure Arab beauty.
Zing!
My dick throbbed hard.
I slashed off her top.
"Agh! You dog! Just kill me!"
Ignored her.
Bra-clad D-cups. Below, my fist-shaped bruise on her taut abs. No flab.
I swallowed. Way hotter than expected. Like finding gold—no, diamonds—on the street.
Guess I'm lucky.
"Fuck off."
Not even for 100 million AP.
"......Didn't you just furrow your brow? Seemed like you hated the sight of me—maybe cut the stream for a bit..."
"Well, sometimes the sun's too bright and you squint, right?"
In front of her—flaming red eyes glaring murderously—I dropped my pants.