novellaaa Chapter 165 Return to Black Rock
Chapter 165 Return to Black Rock
Chapter 165 Return to Blackrock
A few days later, Santa Fe's top brass assessed the joint operation.
Luo Lin's performance was once again highly recognized, and his combat achievements and authority were further enhanced.
Master Veranika personally summoned him to inquire about the latest progress in the research on the Civilization Stele, and hinted that the Holy Tower might establish a higher-level interdepartmental research project to specifically tackle the various ancient knowledge obtained from the Scorching Hell, with Rolin as one of the core members.
Meanwhile, the cooperation between the Holy Tower and the Molten Empire was not interrupted by the interference of the Ash Ring; on the contrary, it became even closer as they faced this cunning enemy together.
Both sides agreed to strengthen intelligence sharing and joint border defense, and plan to launch a joint strike against Ash Ring strongholds in the Fragment World when appropriate.
However, these major issues are not of much concern to Luo Lin for the time being.
He was given a short break.
He decided to go back to Black Rock Town to rest and recuperate.
After experiencing a series of events, even with sufficient rest, the weariness emanating from the depths of his soul forced Roland to stop.
As time went by, it took Rolin some time to return to Blackrock Town.
The bustling town remained exactly as he remembered it; during his absence, time had left no trace on the town.
If there's anything different, it's that the once bustling town is now filled with a different group of people, no longer the same as those in Rowling's memory.
Shaking his head, Rowling stepped into the town.
As soon as Luo Lin entered, he heard a familiar voice.
"This belongs to Mr. Rowling; you lot have no right to lay a finger on it!"
Upon hearing his name mentioned, Luo Lin was slightly taken aback.
Without his command, Baha, perched on his shoulder, flew out on its own to find out what had happened.
Soon, the visual images shared by Baha were clearly projected into my mind.
Ellie stood with her sword in front of the familiar black stone hut.
The girl was taller and more composed than I remembered, and the black iron longsword in her hand was as steady as a rock.
She stood in the doorway, her sharp eyes fixed on a group of people trying to approach.
The group consisted of about five or six people, dressed in mixed clothes, carrying weapons, and with impatient and aggressive expressions on their faces.
The leader was a bald, burly man with a hideous scar on his face, who was pointing at Ellie and cursing.
"You little brat, mind your own business!"
"That so-called wizard Rowling has long since disappeared without a trace!"
"This house's just sitting empty anyway, what's wrong with us brothers staying here for a few days?"
"That's right! If you know what's good for you, get out of the way, or don't blame us for being impolite!" A tall, thin man chimed in, his eyes sweeping over Ellie with ill intent.
"I told you, this is Mr. Rowling's residence, and no one is allowed to enter until he returns." Ellie's voice wasn't loud, but it carried an undeniable firmness.
She slightly adjusted her stance, her feet firmly planted on the ground, and the long sword in her hand pointed diagonally at the ground. This was the ultimate expression of the "Rock Breathing Technique," with her blood and qi subtly surging throughout her body.
"You won't listen to reason, so you'll have to suffer the consequences!" The bald, burly man, enraged, suddenly drew his machete from his waist.
"Brothers, let's teach her a lesson!"
Several people shouted and were about to step forward.
Just then, a calm voice, devoid of any discernible emotion, rang out as if whispered in someone's ear, clearly reaching the ears of everyone present.
"Oh? Who said I'm dead?"
The sound wasn't loud, but it seemed to carry an invisible weight, instantly suppressing all the noise.
Everyone turned around in shock, only to see a figure in a gray cloak standing at the end of the street. The shadow under the hood obscured most of his face, leaving only a pair of deep eyes looking over. They were calm and expressionless, yet they made the bald, burly men and their companions feel as if they had been doused with ice water, their bodies stiffening.
An indescribable, soul-chilling pressure swept over us silently, like a tangible tide.
It wasn't a deliberate release, but simply a naturally existing aura, yet it caused these adventurers, who were at most at the level of knights' squires, to catch their breath and their hearts to pound like drums.
The moment Ellie saw that figure, her eyes lit up, her tense body relaxed slightly, but her hand holding the sword remained steady.
Her lips moved as if she wanted to say something, but she held back and simply bowed her head slightly in that direction respectfully.
Luo Lin walked over slowly.
Their footsteps landed on the stone pavement, the sound clear, each step seeming to tread on the hearts of the bald, burly men.
They didn't move, not because they didn't want to, but because they dared not.
The invisible pressure seemed to freeze the surrounding air, making it difficult for them to even move their eyes.
As he approached, his gaze swept over the bald, burly men. His gaze was calm, yet it seemed to see right through them.
"Want to borrow my house to stay?" The tone remained indifferent.
The bald, burly man's face was deathly pale, large beads of sweat rolled down his forehead, and he opened his mouth but could not utter a sound.
His companion's legs went weak, and he almost collapsed to the ground.
They then realized with horror what kind of being they had provoked.
This is no ordinary wizard apprentice, and may not even be a typical first-level wizard!
After coldly sweeping his gaze over the group, Luo Lin raised his left hand and gently tugged at them.
Instantly!
The bald, burly men felt a warm flow running down the sides of their heads, and when they reached out to touch it, they were horrified to find that it was blood.
A sharp pain shot through their ears, and they screamed as they shakily reached for where their ears used to be.
"My ears! My ears!!"
"It hurts! It hurts so much!"
"My ear was ripped off! You devil! You devil!"
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Rowling remained expressionless, simply observing the disgraceful state of these people.
pat!
At that moment, several people in front of the bald, burly man dropped something on the ground.
Upon closer inspection, you'll find that these are ears of varying sizes, shapes, and colors.
At the same time, Rolin's voice entered their minds.
"Pick up the ear."
The group remained motionless, or rather, they dared not make any other moves.
"I said—pick up your ear!"
Luo Lin's voice rang out again, but this time it carried a hint of emotion. The cold steel needle pierced the depths of his soul, carrying an undeniable will.
The bald, burly men trembled violently, their faces drained of all color, the intense pain and fear almost robbing them of their ability to think.
But a deeper, more primal fear drove them to act.
Ignoring the blood and grime covering their faces and the burning pain in their ears, they bent over, their hands trembling, and groped their way across the ground.
When my fingers touched those warm, sticky, and familiar-looking objects, my stomach churned.
Some people couldn't help but gag, but they forced themselves to hold it in, fearing that it would bring even more terrible punishment.
They trembled as they picked up the ears that had detached from their bodies, one by one, and held them in their palms. Thick blood dripped through their fingers, blooming into dark red flowers on the stone floor.
Rowling watched them do all this quietly, the shadow under his hood concealing all his expressions.
He only spoke slowly after the last ear was picked up, his voice returning to its previous calm, which made the men tremble even more violently.
"roll."