Chapter 188: The Bell Holder

Seeing this scene, the remaining four coachmen stared wide-eyed, clenching their shotguns, their expressions filled with terror.

"Idiots! A bunch of idiots!" The captain of the guard hiding behind the vehicles cursed angrily in a low voice.

There were originally only about twenty people here. Now, more than half had suddenly died. The bandits surrounding them immediately began to act recklessly.

The bandit leader led his men down from their horses and walked to the corpses of the first two merchants.

"Hahaha! You guys are really stupid! Did you really think I would let you leave? And even offer a portion of your assets!? To hell with that! I can just kill you and get all your assets!" He kicked the merchant's corpse hard, bent down, and pulled off the blood-stained satchels from the two bodies.

Roughly opening the backpacks, he took out about two hundred Lanks in cash, three contracts, and a suit wrapped in cloth, meant for attending meetings.

These two pitiful merchants seemed to be preparing to attend some important meeting.

"Damn it! Dawdling, making me wait for so long!" Several other irritable young men kicked the other corpses randomly, cursing incessantly, their expressions ferocious.

Inside the convoy, everyone was scared silly by this group of vicious bandits.

Silas, seeing this scene, exhaled a cold breath. His gaze swept around, and he found that the bandits scattered around were now gradually closing in, forming two rows and drawing their guns. It seemed they weren't very interested in the goods and intended to attack the goods along with the people.

"What should we do!?" The remaining four coachmen huddled together, their faces pale and trembling.

And the four guards not far away, after seeing the bandits' formation change, glanced slightly backward, silently calculating their distance to the river.

Five seconds later, the four simultaneously threw down their weapons and, using the convoy as cover, turned and ran towards the great river.

It seemed they were preparing to jump into the river to survive.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

Four precise gunshots rang out. The four, having run less than twenty meters, fell to the ground.

"Hahaha! Run! Run! Let's see if you run faster or our bullets are faster!" The bandit leader grinned widely, very excited.

With the guards dead, these bandits were no longer in a hurry to open fire. Like cats that had caught mice, they toyed with their prey.

"The rest of you, get out here! Kneel here and beg me. If I'm in a good mood, I might spare your lives, hahaha!"

Hearing the piercing mockery, the four simple coachmen fell into a terrified struggle.

"Hey! Are you just going to watch like this?" Elaina's voice came from above.

At this moment, Elaina was sprawled on the side with a normal expression, her dark red hair hanging down from the edge, her beautiful wheat-colored face looking at Silas leisurely.

Silas said calmly, "Of course, I don't plan to just watch like this."

He turned to a coachman and said softly, "Wait here quietly; you will be safe."

Silas's voice carried a special magic and kindness. The terrified expressions of the four coachmen gradually returned to normal, and their trembling hearts also gradually calmed down.

Elaina, sprawled above, looked astonished at this scene. "This seems to be the Mantra of Serenity that only priests can use. What exactly is this guy's identity!?"

Here, Silas calmly walked out of the cover and happened to see that almost all of the thirty-odd bandits had dismounted. They looked this way with playful and sinister smiles, constantly fiddling with their firearms, like a group of butchers looking at lambs waiting to be slaughtered.

Looking at these people, Silas tightened his grip on the staff in his hand, took a deep breath, and said loudly, "Gentlemen, this convoy is very important to me now. Can we proceed in a more peaceful manner?"

The leader here carefully sized up Silas.

This young man was well-dressed and possessed an incomprehensible composure and calmness. His gait was steady and elegant. Just looking at him exuded an aura that couldn't be underestimated.

"Be careful, this guy is no pushover," the leader, experienced, warned his subordinate beside him in a low voice, stepped forward, and asked, "My name is Tess, the leader of this team. May I know how to address you, sir?"

"You can call me… the Bell Holder," Silas instantly thought of a rather fitting code name for himself.

"Bell Holder?" Leader Tess frowned slightly, quickly searching his mind for corresponding knowledge.

But unfortunately, he found no information related to the Bell Holder.

Elaina, sprawled on the cargo, muttered, "Putting on airs, Bell Holder, the name is quite nice, very artistic and stylish, but this title doesn't match your profession as an assassin."

Silas continued, "If I were you, I would immediately stop now and leave with my men."

"Putting on airs!" A young man beside him cursed irritably, raised his pistol, and fired a shot.

Bang! Bang!

In an instant, two sounds rang out almost simultaneously.

"!!!" At this moment, all the bandits here looked horrified, their pupils fixed on the bullet suspended in mid-air in front of Silas, their hearts beating faster and faster.

It could be seen that the fired bullet was now seemingly firmly blocked by something, suspended in the air half a meter in front of Silas.

Elaina, behind, suddenly remembered upon seeing this, "Last night, he used this strange ability to block that person's summoning spell."

Opening her Spirit Vision, Elaina saw a layer of blurry aftershocks enveloping Silas.

These aftershocks were very special, constantly expanding and contracting, forming a perfect cycle.

"My God! What is this? A spiritual energy shield? No! A spiritual energy shield can't achieve this level. Such perfect spiritual energy distribution, such a solid structure and spiritual energy sequence, damn it! What kind of shield is this? It's a huge, all-around shield! And it's the sturdiest kind of tower shield!"

"This guy is definitely no ordinary assassin." First impressions are very important. At this moment, no matter what abilities Silas displayed, Elaina associated them with assassins.

Here, Silas's expression was indifferent. He calmly raised his hand, gently caught the bullet that was about to fall, and said in a detached voice, "Can I interpret this as your signal to abandon a peaceful solution?"

"Wait! Wait! Mr. Bell Holder! No! Please don't misunderstand!" Tess hurriedly raised his hand and explained frantically.

Witnessing this scene, these bandits finally knew what kind of existence they were facing.

This was a true mystic!

And not the kind of weakling mystic invited by the Duke who was no different from ordinary people. This was a true expert, a terrifying existence who truly mastered mysticism and could kill without a trace.

Silas took a step forward, his voice as cold as ten-thousand-year-old ice, "Too late."

Dong!

Suddenly, a heavy, solemn, sacred, and dignified bell sound rang in the bandits' ears.

This bell sound was like the sound of redemption from heaven.

This bell sound was like the sound of judgment from hell.

This bell sound was like the footsteps of the God of Death descending, this bell sound was like the soul-reaping prelude from the netherworld…

The moment the bell sound rang, it was as if all other sounds in the world had disappeared, as if the world had been cleansed and purified, giving a sense of purity and holiness.

At the same time, this bell sound also carried a terrifying pressure, pressing down on everyone who heard it, making them uncontrollably want to kneel and worship the bell sound.

Elaina, behind, felt her neck sink the moment she heard this bell sound, as if a large hand was firmly pressing down on her neck, preventing her from raising her head to offend the sanctity of this bell sound.

"This is… this is the Evening Bell of the Secluded Valley!" Elaina thought with extreme horror.