Chapter 169: The 10 Sacrilege

Inside a still room, about 11 seats were around a rectangular wooden table. And currently, 10 people are sitting on these seats. Everyone was silent. Each of them had a calm face. However, there was something strange about them. None of them looks formal. The way they garbed themselves could only be described as someone who would never do kind to others. Each of them was wearing a face without an ounce of kindness. They were exuding an aura that could only be found in a person with a bad intention to other people. An aura that could only be found in people who had their hands stained with blood. 

These eleven people were the higher-ups of the bandit group in this village. They were known as, The 10 Sacrilege. Among all the people around the wooden table, one of them was most peculiar. He was wearing a long black coat with a huge skull of an unknown beast, sitting on his shoulder. And a long diagonal scar was apparent on his chest.

As he was staring an eye at all the other people around him, a wide grin was on his mouth, seemingly looking down at everyone. Just looking at him, it was easy to say that this person was ranked higher among the rest. This person was no other than the Lord of the bandits.

"He-He-He!" a menacing laugh resounded in a still room. Then his mouth slowly broke to say: "The aroma of blood is getting stronger and stronger at the same time that the noise from my men is gradually dying!" Everyone in the room was squinting their eyes, puzzled upon hearing him before one of them laughed and responded.

"Ga-Ha-Ha! I see. My lord San Robbal, is it true those scared-cats from the palace have finally come to siege this place?" A laugh of delight from someone among them.

"...yeEAAAAH!" an ascending response from the bandit lord before showing a toothy grin. The bandit lord San Robbal smirked. "Okay, idiots, let's give them a warm welcome," he said in a cold voice with his eyes squinted like a gleaming blade.

"A perfect timing to quench the hunger of my hands, my lord. My left and right are cravings for blood," said one of the members of The 10 Sacrilege in a loud and deep voice as he closed and opened his two hands in a forceful way. His arms were trembling as he did so. And a maniacal expression was visible on his face.

The others also said their remarks of delight upon hearing the bandit lord. Only through killing that they could break through much faster, so knowing that some people from the palace are here to siege the village, their only response was a great delight. Those soldiers were like moths in the fire. No, they came here to offer themselves as sacrifices. To quicken their advancement.

While everyone starts to feel excited, the cold and monotonous voice of the bandit lord has once again resounded.

"Whoever can bring to me the head of the enemy's commander will expect a rich reward in return," the bandit lord said as he leaned on his seat and grinned broadly.

Hehehe! Everyone laughed menacingly. Excitement was visible in their faces after hearing the bandit lord's words. Head of the Commander? That was an easy job for them. All of them showed a determined face after they heard the word rich reward from the bandit lord.

No need to guess what he meant by it, everyone in this room knew what it was. 

Currently, they were inside the Grand Hall. It was the lord's dwelling. They were currently having a meeting. It was their once-a-month report from each of their sect's achievements in a month. However, there were only nine of them at the moment.

In the mountain's shoulder, the last member of The 10 Sacrilege was currently crossing the Cursed Mountain with some of their men, following the soldier's trail.

"Faster!" A big man with a tattoo on his face, the leader of the group, yelled to his men. A parade of beasts was noisily passing the mountain path where the soldiers passed a few days ago. On each of the beast's backs rode a man in a hooligan's outfit.

A moment later, the leader shouted a warning. "Stop!"

Although puzzled, the other immediately halted their advance upon hearing their boss's yell. However, not all of them were able to comply on the spot. Thus, those who proceeded were hit by something.

Rustle!

They heard rumbling noises coming from above them. When they looked up, it was already too late. Their vision was blocked by something. The next that happened was some random cries coming from their men.

"Gwah!"

"Arggh!"

Painful cries reverberated in the area. The others were dumbfounded while staring at the huge boulders that came crashing on their comrades.

Few were able to hop away from the beast and succeeded in dodging the first fall but. The boulders came falling like rain. Therefore, they were hit by it nonetheless.

"Light Shield!"

They heard their leader shout a spell. Then, a yellowish magical shield materialized in the air, saving one of his men. Seeing their boss created a magical shield, the others also summoned magical shields to save their comrades.

However, although they succeeded in saving some of them, many of their comrades were killed by it together with the beasts. Some of those who had managed to survive took minor and heavy injuries.

Their total number of 200 people was now dropped to 157. But 30 of them took heavy injuries and were unable to proceed, while 20+ took minor injuries.

None of these bandits knew how to cast healing spells. Most of them only learn attacking spells. They didn't need a spell that could not threaten their target.

For them, healing spells were a sign of weakness. 

When the rain of boulders had finally stopped, only the grieving cries from the bandits remained.

Everybody glanced at their boss. They saw him staring ahead of them. To where the fog was thick and hard to perceive. Yet, the beasts with them started to growl. It was a kind of growl when they noticed someone not familiar with them. Showing their sharp, uneven fangs while remaining their focus in front of them.

Grrr!

Grrr!

Then from the fog, they noticed some silhouettes coming out from it.

They stopped about 25 meters away from the bandit group. "Was it your doing?" The bandit leader asked them in a cold voice.

"Our lord ordered us to not let anyone pass this place…" a calm reply coming from the person who just came out of the fog.