Pirate Kingship.

Chapter 652: When did you have the illusion that what just happened was not a fraud?
Boom——!
The violent power ripples blew away the red-hot furnace crusher in an instant.

Billions of grains of sand turned into bullets that could easily penetrate any knight's armor, instantly sweeping across a vast space of several kilometers in radius.

A small amount of metal particles were further accelerated, rubbed against the air, and exploded into countless red fire lines, forming a surging stream of fire.

About 90% of the firepower was directed at the "Old Man in the Mountain" Assassin in front.

On the other side, although Amita subconsciously deployed the Shadow Hole on her body that could ignore any physical and energy attacks, she was not affected at all.

Perhaps this was just a small matter for a fifth-level legend, roughly equivalent to Byron deliberately moving the umbrella in his hand towards her when it rained.

But this kind of thoughtfulness in details was something she had never experienced from her fiancé Assassin or any of her family members.

I couldn't help but feel a sweetness in my heart.

Moreover, she was not as panicked as Assassin at Byron's Jedi counterattack, but instead breathed a sigh of relief:

“Even if Saint Byron has also amassed a certain priesthood, he is definitely not as good as the Sabah family, which has had the priesthood of assassination for 700 years.

Because throughout history, no matter how brilliant a genius is, the Old Man in the Mountain will always win in the end.

I hope His Majesty Saint Byron can escape successfully this time. As long as he can escape from the mirror world, Assassin will have to give up the mission.

It doesn't matter if this promotion ceremony fails.

The manuscripts left by the first generation said that in addition to solving the task objectives, the ceremony can also be completed by solving the problems caused by issuing tasks to customers, which is the best of both worlds.

His Majesty Saint Byron is so considerate and gentle, he will definitely make the believers of the Holy Spirit Church live a good life.

If something unexpected happens later, maybe I can pretend to be held hostage by him and escape from the Kingdom of God with His Majesty Saint Byron.

The only question now is, will Assassin really care whether I live or die?"

Thinking of her fiancé who "sacrificed" himself without hesitation in order to become a demigod, Amita actually had a vague answer that she was not willing to believe.

The scale in my heart involuntarily shifted towards Byron.

After all, liberating the people is his own obsession, not Assassin's. If he is worthless in his eyes, how can he be expected to implement his own ideas?
Although this princess is timid, it does not mean that she is not smart. She just lacks experience.

However, the girl was considerate of Byron, but she did not expect that the subsequent development of the event would be completely beyond her expectations.

The 35th mountain old man, Assassin, was not taken care of like her. Facing Byron's casual attack, he immediately used the yellow sand around him to form a pair of half-closed arms to protect him firmly in the middle.

After a burst of "crackling" sparks, his men were not injured, but the skull mask on his face and a small piece of his black robe were torn by the "stray bullet".

Amita knew that this piece of rare equipment had the effect of changing shape and instant camouflage, which could modify the original by up to 50%.

As the disguise failed, the true face underneath was naturally revealed, which no one, including his fiancée Amita, had ever seen in its entirety.

"Hiss! Assassin you!"

Although the "ugliest princess" grew up with Assassin, she did not realize until this time that even what she saw was just his disguise.

The real 35th generation mountain old man was actually a thin and short dwarf like an eight or nine-year-old child, with a wrinkled face that looked very anxious.

In the West Coast aesthetic, such a thin look has no masculinity and is simply ugly.

[The most beautiful princess] Qajar and [the ugliest princess] Amita are just a matter of distorted aesthetics, and it is understandable that there would be differences in the eyes of different people.

But he can't blame society for his situation.

Whether it's the East Coast or the West Coast, the aesthetics of both sides are not in line with each other. It's really ugly.

As the smoke and dust dispersed, Byron stepped out and raised his eyebrows:

“So abstract, so short, so small.

I understand why you hate handsome men so much. If I looked like you, I would definitely hate them too.

I guess you have never experienced what it feels like to have the service staff voluntarily give you a free meal when you go to a brothel for entertainment, right? "

After being refined in the furnace once, his height grew to two meters and five.

His posture was as straight as a javelin, his shoulders were broad, like an exquisite marble sculpture, but his skin was very white, glowing with a jade-like luster, his facial features were three-dimensional, and he was handsome yet heroic.

There was a majestic golden light flashing in his eyes, and every muscle line on his chest, arms, lower abdomen, thighs was just right.

If I had to describe it in one word, it would be biological perfection.

It is as if a very valuable rough diamond has been carefully polished and cut into the most dazzling treasure.

After Byron emptied Assassin's inventory, not only did this veteran swindler successfully condense the priesthood of [Fraud], but his physical fitness was also enhanced by at least 20%.

It is so powerful that a single person can activate the life force field that the [Mother of Monsters] and the [Goddess of Harvest] obtained by gathering people through "eating".

What just defeated the furnace crusher was just the purest physical strength.

"ah!"

Amita had just seen the indescribable true face of Assassin, and immediately a peerlessly handsome man came to cleanse her eyes.

She admired Byron's perfect body without blinking, and it was a long time before she suddenly reacted. She screamed and covered her eyes with her two small hands.

Then he realized that he had already measured his height himself, so there was no need to hide it.

So I put down my fingers again and separated the two little hands that had no function of blocking anything, and admired them openly, while silently commenting:

"The increase in specialties seems to be the same as the increase in height from two meters to two and a half meters."

But compared to her, Assassin, after taking off his disguise, seemed like a different person not only in appearance but also in personality.

The basic human qualities faded, and a cold aura emanated from his entire body.

Assassin no longer wondered why Byron could still withstand his [Desert Sabre] even after being drained dry by Amita.

Even his fiancée, who had just paid much attention to him and was flirting with him, turned a blind eye to it, and his eyes fell on Byron's face like a knife:

"Short? Humph, when your head falls to the ground, you will see how tall I am!

The 35th Assassin returns! "

As soon as the words fell, the whole world responded. The 35 anchor chains extending from the [Assassination] priesthood were instantly tightened and then twisted into one.

The halo above the 35th generation mountain old man's head suddenly turned into a dark red color like solidified blood.

That is the spiritual realm before "all things become one" - "God's vision, God's descent from heaven".

But if you look closely, you will find that the "God" halo born from its own divinity is actually composed of dozens of miniature blood-red skulls.

The most powerful and the one with the oldest aura suddenly sank and drilled into the brain of the 35th generation [Old Man in the Mountain].

call--!
Assassin's eyes turned blood red, and his aura changed drastically. The wind of spirituality blew the sand dunes and blade mountains, and the entire sea of ​​sand rolled up a violent sandstorm with him as the center.

At this point, the magic [Desert Sabre] seemed to have welcomed its true master, and it began to unleash its inherent extraordinary power.

In the dim vision, Byron and Amita could see dozens of male heroes dressed as assassins emerging behind the "Old Man in the Mountain".

None of them had a face. The face of the person at the back was embedded in the back of the head of the person in front, and they were lined up one after another to form a long centipede.

It floats in the air as if weightless, its limbs dancing and its claws and fangs bared.

The centipede lit up with extremely strong divine light from head to tail, which then spread to the entire kingdom of God, echoing the priesthood above its head.

Byron had seen countless strange things, but this was the first time he encountered something this weird. The [Ship's Log] immediately helped him read the information.

“So this is what the so-called 35th generation Assassin looks like?!

The Assassin inheritance of the "Old Man in the Mountain" from generation to generation is just an appearance. In essence, the ancestors of the Sabah family have never completely died out.

Although the mortal body collapses, his spirituality, knowledge, and magic are permanently passed down through titles and assassination priesthoods, making future generations of Assassins stronger and stronger.

Therefore, even though their Sabah family does not have a royal title, fifth-level legends are born in every generation, and the magic skills of each generation are similar, they are all desert sabers.

It’s just that everyone who has seen it is dead, so they couldn’t notice the abnormality.

The humanity and animality of the descendants of the Sabah family may still belong to the living contemporary "Old Man in the Mountain", but the divinity has long since become the sum of all previous ancestors.

This is no longer a human being, but a humanoid container that carries the entire Assassin family and the assassination priesthood.

Other people's reincarnation only lasts four generations, but you went through 34 generations?
35 generations of accumulation just to achieve one goal, the character and means of the first generation [Old Man in the Mountain] Hassan Sabbah are really amazing! "

Byron analyzed the current condition of the old man in the mountain from the perspective of mysticism, and he was just amazed.

On the other side, Amita, who had the deepest understanding of the Assassins and had also figured this out, was trembling all over.

“It turns out that what the ‘Old Man in the Mountain’ truly inherits is not just a title, but the soul of 35 generations!
Marrying an Assassin is equivalent to marrying the Sabah family, which has lasted for 700 years. The descendants will continue to be puppets of the will of their ancestors!"

When Amita thought about how she almost married 35 "Assassins" at the same time and gave birth to 36 "Assassins" at once, goose bumps kept popping up on her fair skin, and she couldn't wipe them away no matter how hard she tried.

This kind of thing is too perverted even in the eyes of a pervert, let alone a simple girl like her who grew up in an extremely conservative environment?
Assassin, no, it should be said that all 35 generations of [Old Man of the Mountain] whose will had returned ignored her thoughts.

He shouted in a low voice: "Desert Sabre, Divine Power Burst, Die——!"

Its body merged into the sea of ​​sand like flowing water, rolling up the endless yellow sand under its feet and transforming into a giant centipede with no visible tail.

At this moment, the entire desert became a part of his body.

A pair of insect eyes revealed the cold and ruthless gaze of a cold-blooded animal. There was no trace of humanity left. Instead, the light of divinity became brighter and brighter.

The accumulation of thirty-five generations is so staggering that no normal fifth-order legend or pseudo-god can reach this scale.

Byron looked at him, shook his head, and sighed with some sadness:
"For example, the pure God of Fire and Light, Ahura Mazda, has a nature that conflicts violently with the Sea of ​​Essence.

After being defeated, he was soaked in the sea of ​​​​source, and there was no kingdom of God with a similar road attracted to him, allowing him to break the closed system and achieve anti-entropy.

I'm afraid it would have completely disappeared hundreds of years ago.

There won't even be a chance to imitate Horus, the Sky God, and change his main priesthood and reshape himself."

"Now if we look at the Assassins' careful planning, we will know that He had completely collapsed seven hundred years ago, and the [Assassination] priesthood accidentally flowed into the material world through the world cracks.

The first generation of the old man in the mountain was able to create the assassin profession, and most likely it was contaminated by the immortal divinity left in the priesthood. Rather than saying that this is the Sabah family's ascension ceremony, it is better to say that it is the resurrection ceremony of the [Dark God].

It's just that the one who was resurrected was no longer the Dark God himself, but a fusion of Him and the Sabah family. This is the worst resurrection of an old god."

Wow.
As the giant centipede's body stirred, a quicksand vortex formed with Byron as the center, and a huge mouth covered with sharp teeth appeared at the bottom of the vortex.

Countless quicksands poured down, and also swept the "unprepared" Byron into it.

The entire desert was spinning at high speed, with billions of tons of sand and gravel pressing down, as if the desert centipede was chewing desperately.

After just a few breaths.

Amita outside clearly felt that the extremely powerful breath of life suddenly stopped and completely disappeared in the desert.

At the same time, all seven crescent-shaped scimitars above his head lit up.

This means that the assassination was successful and the North Sea Empire Emperor Saint Byron fell!

"Do not--!"

Having lost the only man who appreciated and accepted her, Amita felt like her heart was torn apart in an instant.

The intense pain made her no longer care about her position as a high-ranking Assassin. She fell to the ground and burst into tears.

It is true: childhood sweethearts eventually turn against each other, and once you meet Byron, your life is ruined!

Unfortunately, what would cause her even more pain was yet to come.

After eating Byron, the desert centipede did not stop, but slowly raised its upper body in front of Amita.

Anyone who has lived in the wild knows that this is the posture a centipede takes before it attacks!
It was not until she was enveloped by a huge shadow that Amita slowly raised her head in a daze.

Tears continued to flow down her cheeks uncontrollably, falling onto the sand with a "patter" and then being absorbed instantly.

The face of the 35th Assassin appeared on the Desert Centipede's forehead, and he said to her with a sneer on his face:

"With 34 generations of [Old Men of the Mountain] as their backing, no one can compete with the Sabah family in terms of ancestors.

As you can see, we are the ones who win in the end.

The last assassination mission has been completed, and I am too lazy to play house with you anymore.

To tell you the truth, we Assassins will inherit the legacy of the [Dark God] Angora and become the demigod [God of Assassination] who rules the entire west coast.

But it is precisely because the two-sided God of Light once left an anchor of faith in the collective subconscious of this land that everyone has developed quirks. This is also a two-sided relationship.

Do you think I would not accept this inheritance, destroy my existing faith pasture, and save a group of untouchables just for the sake of dog-skin fairness and justice?

When did you develop the illusion that I would actually help you?

Amitāb, you are so naive it’s hilarious!”

collapse!
Just as she finished speaking, a crisp sound came from the body of the ugliest princess who fell to the ground, as if something suddenly broke.

The pair of dull emerald eyes suddenly became gray and empty.

The only one who recognized her horrific death and the "fiancé" who had placed all her hopes on her, denied everything about her and even stepped on her hard when the truth was revealed.

The expression on the girl's face was like a beautiful porcelain doll that had been completely ruined. She murmured:

"I don't seek to be king, I just want everyone to be free from discrimination and live like a human being."

As the "ugliest princess" who was looked down upon by everyone, she had struggled for so long in the Zoroastrian Empire, but even such a humble wish was coldly crushed and ridiculed.

Deep despair instantly enveloped Amitābha.

So much so that her body emanated a thick black aura from the inside out, which turned into an anchor chain in the sky, connecting her to the assassination priesthood above her head.

Seeing this scene, Assassin not only showed no mercy, but laughed out loud:
"The key medium that can deceive the immortal divinity and allow me to retain my self to the greatest extent and smoothly digest the priesthood has finally been created!"

Amita has the title of "Ugliest Princess", which means she is the closest to the "Dark God".

In addition to her stunning beauty, the profession of assassin seemed to be created for her, and her talent was so great that it made everyone who knew about it go crazy with jealousy.

Not only can she learn any professional skills in one go, but other people need to hold a specific promotion ceremony every time they are promoted to a higher rank, but she doesn't need that at all.

You don’t have to do anything. When you reach the corresponding sequence threshold, you can naturally cross it by taking a good sleep.

Up to now, he has not even killed many people, let alone carried out any serial assassinations. He is simply an assassin who grew up in a greenhouse.

Therefore, it is exploited by ambitious people. In essence, it is just a tonic prepared by the "Old Man in the Mountain" for himself or his descendants.

Whoosh-!
So, when the desert centipede opened its big mouth and bit her, ready to swallow her in one bite.

With a hollow look in her eyes, Amita once again recalled what Assassin had said when he persuaded her to use the beauty trick on Byron:

“You will have eternal life in my Kingdom of God, and I will love you as always.

We will also live together forever in our own paradise.”

It suddenly dawned on me that what he meant by "living together forever" was in his belly.

From the very beginning there was no family affection, no friendship, no love, and even no recognition, only naked exploitation!
Then, her eyes went dark, but the figure of the only man in her life inexplicably emerged in her mind. He was handsome and heroic, emitting a warm holy light, and was looking at her with a smile.

The girl also looked up at him, trying to wipe away her tears, her lips curled up, her smile was beautiful:
"That's fine. Being able to die with His Majesty Saint Byron is probably the last blessing in my tragic life, right?"

however.

The pain of having my body bitten to pieces and eaten up by the centipede did not come for a long time.

Instead, the figure in front of me became clearer and clearer.

Until he slowly walked in front of her, just like last night, stretched out his hand with a handkerchief to help her wipe away the tears that could not be stopped, with a warm and gentle smile:

"Although Miss Amita is also very beautiful when she cries, I still hope that a beautiful girl like you will never shed tears again in your life."

Amita sat there in a daze until she felt the warmth of Byron's fingertips. Then she came back to her senses, looked at him for a while, then suddenly stood up and threw herself into his arms.

Whimpering in his mouth:
"Your Majesty Saint Byron, you are not dead? Am I dreaming? Woo woo woo."

Although she lives in the subtropical Gobi Desert, this girl seems to be made of water and cries loudly at the slightest provocation.

Byron patted her thin back gently and said with a smile:
"Be good, don't cry. Didn't I say that I have condensed the priesthood of [Fraud] and want to demonstrate what it means to truly 'nothing can be permanent, and means have no shackles'?

When did you get the illusion that what just happened wasn't a fraud?
Shouldn't it be a blessing to recognize the true face of Assassin?"

Assassin said something similar.

"At what point did you develop the illusion that I would actually help you?"

But one of them plunged her into despair and pushed her into the abyss; the other one rekindled her hope and helped her gain redemption, and this emotion became extremely strong after hitting rock bottom.

In an instant, infinite happiness filled the girl's heart, and an extremely thick anchor chain quietly formed between her and Byron.

Compared to Byron, who has tens of millions of anchor chains anchored to his body, Amitāb is so clean that it is terrifying. Apart from the anchoring with the Silver Law, Byron is her only one!

After a while, Amitāb regained her composure and pursed her lips:
"Excuse me, Your Majesty Saint Byron, could you please put on your clothes first?"

[Fraud] No matter how much time passes in the illusion space controlled by the six senses, it is only a moment outside.

Byron activated his newly acquired priesthood at the same time as he broke the furnace crusher, so of course he is still in a damaged state.

"cough."

Byron turned around and put on his spare navy uniform again. The uniform automatically adjusted its size to suit his height of two meters and five.

Amita did not avoid Byron, she took off her close-fitting [Shadow Cave] and returned to her original desert style outfit of red skirt and red scarf.

In the wind and sand on the opposite side, Assassin stood there with his eyes closed like a stone pillar.

But the expression on his face was very rich, and I wondered if he had already been promoted to demigod in his dream.

When Amitā once again saw this "fiancé" who was playing with her feelings and obsession like a monkey, black energy suddenly emerged from her body.

In the real world, it is anchored to the [Assassination] priesthood.

Once the darkness of the soul occurs, it is difficult to go back to the past even if it is repaired.

However, this change may not be a bad thing for this little white flower.

A pitch-black hidden blade appeared in his hand, and he stepped forward without hesitation.

puff!puff!
Blood splattered everywhere.

However, he stabbed Assassin 27 times with his hidden blade. Each strike of the sword avoided the fatal parts, but it still caused him extreme pain.

"Ow—!"

When he was stabbed for the first time, the intense pain woke Assassin from his sweet dream.

Unfortunately, he failed to summon the 34 ancestors in the real world, nor did he complete the assassination ritual. At this time, he had completely lost his ability to resist.

He had used up all the potions in the storage item to survive. He would probably need to lie here wailing for three days and three nights before dying from excessive bleeding.

And the pain in my body is far less than the despair of shattered dreams.

"No! This is not true, my god!
Amita, you bitch, you didn't do anything to Saint Byron from the beginning, right? How dare you harm me!

The emperor is a more ruthless creature than the assassin, and you will not end well!"

This time it was Assassin who was wailing in despair on the ground instead of Amita.

He lost his fiancée, the assassination failed, the ritual failed, and his [Assassination] priesthood was stripped.

The hopes of 35 generations were shattered, and the Sabah family fell completely into oblivion, with no possibility of continuation.

(End of this chapter)