Chapter 551 - 549: She Really Is Just a Little Bit Stronger

Chapter 551: Chapter 549: She Really Is Just a Little Bit Stronger

Even from outside, she could hear them celebrating.

Celeste Grant had already arrived silently outside the main entrance of the bandit’s den. The soldiers who had accompanied her were still further back.

Once she dealt with the bandits, the soldiers could come and clean up the aftermath. The truth was, she hadn’t fought in a long time and her hands were itching for some action. Since these bandits had crossed her path today, she might as well get some exercise. It wasn’t like she had anything better to do.

She glanced at the greatsword in her hand. She had casually commandeered it from one of the accompanying generals, just to borrow it for a while.

Her gaze fell upon the sky above the bandit’s den. Normal people couldn’t see it, but in her eyes, the place was suffused with an overwhelming aura of bloodlust. This was proof that these bandits were utterly depraved, their hands stained with the blood of countless innocent lives.

Had she not encountered them, it would have been fine. But since she had, they would simply have to die.

Celeste Grant found her position and, raising the greatsword, swung it at the main gate. With a deafening BOOM, the gate and the thick adjoining wall were obliterated by her single strike, reduced to nothing but rubble.

The ground of the entire bandit den shook from the thunderous sound. With such a commotion, there was no hiding her arrival.

"Who’s there?"

The moment Celeste Grant appeared in the den, she was spotted. The bandits, who had been drinking and celebrating, immediately grabbed their weapons and rushed forward to meet her.

"Someone’s here! We’re under attack!"

Torches flared to life, illuminating the bandit den.

"It’s a woman?"

The bandits froze for a moment when their gazes landed on Celeste Grant’s face. Then, one by one, their eyes widened as they drew in sharp breaths.

’Where did this fairy come from? She’s so beautiful.’

"So beautiful."

"*Hiss*... Where’d this little beauty come from?"

Seeing that she was completely alone, the bandits immediately relaxed. To them, she was just a pretty woman. ’What can a woman possibly do?’ they thought. ’Even if she can lift a greatsword, how strong can she really be?’

"Hahaha... Where did you come from, little beauty? You must have taken a wrong turn, haven’t you?"

"Right? Tsk, tsk... so gorgeous. With a figure like that, now that you’re here, you might as well stay. Stick with me, and I’ll make sure you live in luxury..."

Celeste Grant raised her eyes slightly, her gaze sweeping over them.

"I fear you’d bite off more than you can chew."

"Haha! Something *I* can’t handle? Hah, no such thing. To think a beauty would deliver herself to my doorstep. I must be blessed with good fortune."

"Brothers, don’t any of you try to compete with me! This woman is mine tonight!" Laughing, he charged toward Celeste Grant.

Celeste Grant sneered. "To think someone would be in such a rush to die. I’ve always enjoyed helping people get what they want." The words had barely left her lips when she swung her blade. Her opponent was cut down before he could even make a sound.

The other bandits stared at their leader, now a bleeding heap on the ground, and couldn’t process what had just happened.

"*Hiss*... The boss is dead."

"Boss!"

Snapping back to reality, they all turned to face Celeste Grant, their expressions filled with alarm.

"Brothers, get her! Avenge our big brother!"

With a shout, the men raised their weapons and charged at Celeste Grant. All of them had some training in martial arts, and a few were even quite skilled. Among ordinary people, they would be considered formidable.

She brandished the greatsword, felling one man with every swing as she plunged into the throng of bandits. At times, a single slash sent several of them flying.

This was Elyndra, so Celeste Grant didn’t use any Magic Cultivation, relying purely on her physical strength to fight them. It was no wonder everyone wanted to pursue Cultivation; mortal bodies were truly fragile. As for an Immortal’s body, a mortal couldn’t even dream of harming one with a blade, let alone getting close.

Using just a fraction of her physical power, she possessed boundless strength.

Soon, she had cut through the bandits as easily as slicing through melons, finishing them all.

"No..."

"Demon."

"She’s a demon."

The sight of her, with that breathtakingly beautiful face, casually cutting them down terrified the bandits to their core. Amidst her relentless slaughter, the few survivors tried to flee.

She sneered and kicked a weapon from the ground, sending it flying to skewer them like shish kebabs. The bandit den wasn’t large, only seventy or eighty men in total.

Her Divine Sense swept over the den, confirming that no one had escaped. The only others still alive were the women who had been captured. They emerged, trembling at first, but upon seeing the dead bandits, they immediately picked up the fallen weapons and began to stab the bodies.

"You deserve to die."

"Give me back my son!"

"You soulless beasts!"

Celeste Grant didn’t stop them. The women were releasing their pent-up fury.

She bypassed the women and went to the cellar where the other captives were held. With a single swing of her blade, she shattered the entrance and set them free.

"Come out, come out, you’re saved."

"Someone will be here soon to take you home."

Her gaze swept over the women in the cellar, a pang of pity in her heart. ’Suddenly,’ she thought, ’letting those bandits die so quickly was far too merciful.’

"Come out now. The bandits are all dead."

These women locked in the cellar were the ones captured from that village a few days ago.

In this era, women held their chastity in high regard, and they felt they had been dishonored. The light had vanished from their eyes, as if they had lost all hope.

She looked at them and said coolly, "Chastity is bullshit. A woman’s virtue is never found beneath her skirt. You have your own two hands, and being alive is more important than anything else. Think about your children, your families, and live well for them. You are the victims. You did nothing wrong. The ones who deserved to die were the bandits."

As Celeste Grant finished speaking, the light finally, slowly, began to return to the women’s eyes.

"Thank you... Thank you, our savior, for rescuing us."

Celeste Grant waved her hand dismissively and walked away.

She stood amidst the carnage of the bandit den.

Her gaze swept over the dead bandits. She formed a quick hand seal and waved. The bandits’ souls were instantly obliterated, ensuring they would have no afterlife.

Her gaze swept over the area. At that moment, countless soul bodies floated out from every corner and knelt before her. They kowtowed, their heads touching the ground.

"Thank you, Immortal, for avenging us."

"Thank you, Immortal, for bringing us justice."

But this scene was invisible to ordinary people who lacked Cultivation. Only she could see these soul bodies—the spirits of the innocents who had died at the hands of the bandits.

She gave a gentle wave and sent a thought to them.

"Go and be reincarnated."

「The next moment.」

The soul bodies vanished. To any onlooker, it would have simply appeared as though she were standing there in silence.

The torches in the bandit den burned brightly.

When General Cheney and his men arrived, they found their Princess Consort seated in a Taishi Chair. Two young girls were massaging her legs, while another woman kneaded her shoulders.

Seeing them, Celeste Grant beckoned.

"You’re here? The bandits are all dead. Go ahead and clean up."

Staring at the ground littered with the corpses of bandits, the soldiers who had followed her drew a collective sharp breath.

’Did the Princess Consort really do all this alone? She’s terrifyingly strong.’

’The Princess Consort had said she was just going to scout ahead, and then she vanished. By the time we managed to catch up, the battle was already over. So... what exactly were we here for?’