Be a lord in the world of Indian mythology

Chapter 2 Inertia

Vijay's will was quickly and accurately carried out, and the six torch-bearing Dalits he requested were led to the village entrance by Bim.

"Master," Bim said, holding a half-meter-long javelin, his face a mixture of gratitude and pain.

With tears in her eyes, Maya brought Vijay's longbow and the Kanda sword and personally hung them on him.

Vijay's gaze swept over the group of listless, ragged, and expressionless Dalits, lingering for a moment on their exposed scales, pointed ears, and lizard-like pupils.

In the few days since he arrived here, he has been so busy enjoying the treatment of a master that he has not even had a chance to take a good look at these Dalit people. He never expected that they would be so...unique!

"Let's go!" Now is not the time to talk about these things.

The sun was already setting in the west, and the heat had subsided slightly; it was the perfect time for them to take action.

Dalit, who knew the way, led the way, while Vijay compared the view from above with the remaining image in his mind.

Crossing the plains outside the village, the land here should have been covered with rice paddies, but now the rice stalks are flattened and the earth is cracked.

Upon reaching the foot of the mountain, dense forests grew, and the wind blowing through them brought coolness, causing the temperature to drop immediately.

"My poor child, it's too late, Rajan..." Bim gasped for breath, letting out a soft sob.

"We're still in time!" Vijay still remembered the scene he had seen; the sky was clearly not as dark as it appeared in the image.

"Light the torches and speed up!" The Dalits were already panting and their steps were unsteady. Even Bim could clearly feel that they were having difficulty moving.

After all, they had already jogged for several kilometers. If it were Li Weijie at this point, he would probably have collapsed on the ground, unable to move!

But Vijay didn't feel tired at all, even though the weapons he carried weighed more than 30 kilograms.

His body was slightly warm, as if he had just warmed up, and his attention was unusually excited at this moment.

They keenly discovered a narrow path in the dense forest, wide enough for people to walk on, with faint traces of human intervention.

Without much thought, following these traces will lead to their destination.

Sure enough, they continued their arduous ascent for a short while, and the sound, carried by the wind, traveled through the forest and reached Vijay's ears.

"Stop hitting him, he's almost dead, isn't he?"

"A mere Shudra dared to worship an evil god; he deserved to die!"

"But then the dead can't be sent to the temple to claim their reward!"

"What is there to be afraid of? Brahma is above, we will vouch for each other, and my master will also help me!"

"But this guy says he comes from a village at the foot of the mountain, and his master is that Vijay."

"I've heard of Vijay from the Mittal family in Banga village; his family is very wealthy!"

"What's there to be afraid of? I heard my master mention him... he's about to become destitute!"

Interspersed among them were faint screams and groans.

Vijay instinctively untied his longbow, waved to signal people to walk quietly, then gripped an arrow, drew the bow, and the scene came into view the instant he turned the corner behind the tree.

Three guys were punching and kicking each other, while two people watched from the sidelines.

They were all dressed in dark red coarse cotton wraps, with their shoulders bare. One of them also carried a bow and arrows and a short knife, making it clear at a glance that they were of different statuses.

The others were dressed similarly, all carrying weapons such as spears and short knives, but their skirts were colorless and looked to be of much lower quality.

One Vaishya and four Shudras, consistent with the intelligence!

Having overheard their conversation, Vijay had no intention of speaking up.

With the help of the firelight they lit, Vijay's muscle memory was awakened, and those movements seemed to have been honed through countless trials.

The arrow shot out and, in the next second, accurately pierced the body of a Shudra who was arrogantly throwing a punch. The arrow was deeply embedded in his body, and the enormous kinetic energy sent him flying backward.

The second arrow, the third arrow, the fourth arrow!

"Stop!" The three fell to the ground in response, while the fourth arrow aimed at the Vaishya was cleaved in mid-air by a short sword. "This is a misunderstanding!" came a cry of surprise.

Open the bow without turning back the arrow!

Vijay drew three more arrows and held them in his hand. He quietly took a few steps toward the enemy's position, now in control of the situation.

"I'm willing to pay compensation!" The Vaishya, who looked to be of similar status to himself, held a scimitar, with severed arrows at his feet.

Perhaps seeing the ferocity on Vijay's face and the 'fire dragon' that sprang from the night behind him, or perhaps witnessing Vijay's just-displayed superb archery skills, he hurriedly waved his hand to dissuade him: "Shiva above, Vijay of the Mithril family in Banga village, you cannot kill me!"

"My master is..."

Vijay didn't give him a chance to continue. The moment he reached the most advantageous position to attack, he fired three arrows in quick succession, aiming for the opponent's abdomen, chest, and throat.

The arrow arrived in the blink of an eye, covering a distance of less than ten paces.

In the firelight, Vijay could clearly see the trajectory of the arrows, and he could also see the Vaishya's pupils suddenly dilate.

Clearly, Vijay's decisiveness exceeded his expectations, but the Vaishya merchant still instinctively raised his scimitar and cleaved the arrows aimed at his throat and chest.

With the free hand, he managed to touch his forehead while simultaneously twisting his body to avoid a vital area in his abdomen.

The movements could be described as somewhat elegant.

In that instant, Vijay seemed to see a glimmer of divine light emanating from him out of the corner of his eye.

I don't know yet if it's just my imagination.

But even considering this extreme evasion, Vijay admitted that he might not have been able to do better than him in his own situation!

But the more this happened, the more determined Vijay became to pursue his opponent. He accelerated again, using the momentum to release the bowstring and draw the Kanda sword, slashing fiercely at his opponent's neck.

"what……"

The strike was swift and precise, with remarkable effect. Half a scream was severed, and the head flew off with a column of blood shooting into the sky. The headless body of the strange Vaishya swayed twice before crashing heavily to the ground.

His first murder was a brutal beheading!

Vijay was momentarily dazed, but his body did not feel anything unusual, as if he had long been accustomed to it. His calmness naturally suppressed the slight tremor in his mind.

"Successfully pleased myself, talent point added."

Is this considered pleasing oneself?

I haven't had time to investigate further...

"Help!"

The last remaining Shudra was terrified and screamed wildly, trying to disappear into the jungle.

"Master, I'll do it!" Before Vijay could move, he saw Bim step forward from the crowd, his javelin arcing gracefully before accurately piercing the fleeing man's back.

Precise and reliable!

Vijay's eyes lit up; he never expected that the seemingly frail and old Bim would have such a skill!

After throwing the spear with resentment, Old Bim, seemingly extremely confident in his technique, did not check the corpses that had been shot to the ground. Instead, he hurriedly ran to the side of the young man who had been beaten and was motionless.

Bim stroked his body and listened to his breathing.

"Rajan, Rajan, my child!" Bim wept uncontrollably, thinking he was about to lose his son in his old age.

"Cough cough," perhaps the noise woke Rajan up. He instinctively flinched, his snot and tears mingling as he struggled haphazardly.

"Shiva, protect Rajan! Rajan, you are still alive!"

Only after hearing the familiar call did he cautiously look up and around.

First he saw his father's face, then he saw Vijay standing to the side.

He immediately struggled to his feet and knelt down beside Vijay's shoes.

"Brahma above, Master, I found the abandoned altar, and I also found the well next to the altar, cough cough!" He clutched his chest with difficulty as he tried his best to recount what had just happened, his tone somewhat evasive, yet tinged with remorse: "I just wanted to wipe and clear away the filth from the well opening."

"They suddenly rushed out and accused me of worshipping an evil god!"

At this point, the young man, filled with fear, raised his head and cautiously looked at Vijay. A flicker of lingering fear crossed his eyes. "Master, they were originally planning to burn me alive, but for some reason they suddenly changed their minds and decided to cripple me and hand me over to the Brahmins at the temple..."

Vijay didn't speak, but listened quietly while taking in his surroundings.

The words of those guys still echoed in his ears. The master of the Shudra master could only be a noble Kshatriya.

If we let them escape, they will definitely report us to the Kshatriyas, which will bring us trouble!

Making a subconscious choice is not wrong!

Vijay affirmed his actions while simultaneously speculating about the subsequent developments.

Perhaps it was this thought that caused the image to flash before his eyes and reappear in his mind: in the temple before him, a warrior dressed in neat, gleaming armor was carefully examining the traces around him.

The style of that armor and the peacock emblem were the mark of the lord of Harappa City.

In other words, everything here will definitely be known to the Lord of Harappa!

Can't you even clean up the scene yourself?

Vijay looked around and saw several corpses and blood seeping from beneath them.

Their camels grazed quietly not far away, the bulging loads on their sides looking rather difficult to handle.

Are you taking everything back with you?

That would be giving them ammunition against them!

Vijay quickly rejected the idea, arguing that he couldn't let such small gains reveal that he was the one who did it!

The only thing we can do is try to create some trace of disappearance...