Pirate Kingship.

Chapter 653: Subjugating the Assassin Group: Original Soup and Original Food, That's So Authentic

The 35th generation [Old Man in the Mountain] probably had never experienced the tyrannical iron fist of the emperor under the centralized system. In desperation, he did not kneel down and accept death, but dared to shout and curse.

Originally, I was going to die alone, but now I can only experience the Nine Clans Elimination Game.

puff!

Before Byron changed color, Amita jumped up on the spot, stabbed Assassin in the ribs again, and twisted her body at the same time.

It looked very bloody, but it was actually not fatal. However, it made Assassin sweat profusely in pain, and his muscles twitched violently.

If you want to be a tough guy, it is a luxury to hold back from screaming.

"Ah ah ah ah ah"

"You think your death wasn't tragic enough!"

Amita has been scolded too many times since she was a child. The level of scolding of Assassin is not as good as that of the old maid who washes clothes in the palace.

When I was a kid and didn't know much, it was not uncommon for me to get a couple of injections by accident.

Although the servants have become more restrained after growing up, cold violence and slander behind their backs are still commonplace.

She had long been immune to these harmless insults.

But Assassin actually dared to say that she did not do anything to Byron, which was simply a complete denial of her negative distance intimate relationship with the only pillar of her life at present, and she had already set herself up for death!
Moreover, he dared to call the most gentle Saint Byron heartless, which was absolutely intolerable.

Then, Assassin, who was lying on the ground wailing in pain, saw Amita, who was still covered in black air, turn her head and advise Byron:

“Your Majesty Saint Byron, I know all the secrets of the Assassins.

With just your order, I can help you eliminate all 2172 assassins of the Assassin Assassin Group to wash away the sin I once committed against you.

It will take at most one month, and we will definitely guarantee that no one will be left behind!
By the way, perhaps because I was too weak and too easy to control in the past, many of the Sabah family’s secrets were revealed to me.

So I also know that Assassin has four biological brothers, one illegitimate half brother, twelve cousins, two uncles of middle order, oh, and he also has five eagles, seven hounds, and thirteen crocodiles.

Assassin had taught me personally that kindness without the backing of power is worthless.

I will give you their heads within three days."

Assassin, who was bleeding all over, vomited a large mouthful of blood when he heard this. It was as if he had just met Amita for the first time today. He said in a trembling voice in disbelief:
"You are so vicious! You yourself were trained by a sect."

In the blink of an eye, the little white rabbit turned into a venomous snake. The leader of the murderous assassin group actually said the same naive nonsense as Amita did in the past.

The two sides were in a state of reversed strength. Amita looked down at him with a brilliant smile:

"Assassin, it's all because of your teaching.

People teach people, but they can’t teach. Things teach people, and they can learn it once.

Don't worry, I will send out all the Swift Eagles in the Royal Capital stronghold and summon all the members of the Assassin Group to come back. One month is more than enough time.

As long as we flip the mirror of [the world's first glass mirror], none of them can escape, cluck cluck."

This "ugliest princess" who had been cowardly and bullied all her life felt that the shackles and burdens on her body and mind were removed after she turned evil, and she felt extremely relaxed and refreshed.

Especially when she discovered that the bad guys would feel sad and painful when they were bullied, she couldn't help but laugh happily:
'All I need is an anchor to your Majesty Saint Byron.

As long as Your Majesty likes me, I can be an ugly woman, a devil, an executioner, and a madman in the eyes of others.

From now on, morality, humanity, family affection, nothing can restrain me! '

At this time, Byron raised his hand and pulled the girl's sleeve, which instantly made her retract the dark energy from her body and turned her back into the good girl she once was.

She glanced at Assassin who was struggling to grab her calf and persuaded her:
"Amita, I think your idea is a bit too extreme."

Just as Assassin suddenly raised his head and hope rose in his heart, thinking that Byron was like the legendary "Saint Byron", a saint with a broad mind, who repaid evil with kindness and had no personal grudges.

But he continued:
“Then you just need to kill the entire Sabah family and their eagles, dogs, and earthworms.

If the scope is expanded further and teachers and students are killed, then it will reach ten clans. Even an emperor with unlimited power would not do such a thing. It is a bit too bloody. "

Amitābha's eyes sparkled with admiration after hearing these words, and she held his hand tightly:

"Your Majesty Saint Byron, you are such a good man, so kind!"

Lying on the ground, Assassin doubted for the first time whether he had any misunderstanding about the definition of the word "good man". He also finally understood why it was rumored that Saint Byron had no personal grudges?

“The person who offended you had his entire family and even his dog killed, how could there be any private vendetta?

For us assassins, killing all the witnesses is the perfect infiltration.

To you, as long as you kill all your enemies, you will be a pure and spotless saint? Such a holy name, such a Messiah, good and good."

puff!
The Assassin, who was still alive and kicking after being stabbed 28 times, became so angry that he vomited blood again and again. After a while, he kicked his legs and died.

“I never thought that the great villain who regarded everyone as a tool to ascend to godhood and a beast of worship would be so fragile in character, even worse than the lowest level of death warriors.

If he was born in the Zoroastrian Empire, he would probably turn into a mad murderer on the first day he gained power.

It was a good thing for him to die so easily."

Amita was still a little unsatisfied, but the person was dead, and her deep-rooted kindness prevented her from chopping the body into pieces, burning sky lanterns, and flushing the ashes into the sea to feed the fish.

Turning back to Byron, he asked:

“Your Majesty Saint Byron, I can eliminate all the bloodlines of the Sabah family within three days.

But what about the Eagle's Nest assassin group led by the Assassins?
It is no exaggeration to say that this is the number one assassin group in the Silver Continent, with a large number of hard-trained grassroots warriors and core assassins, and a large number of bribed peripheral spies.

He holds many secrets and leverage over important figures, and his potential power on the West Coast is far more exaggerated than many people imagine.

The status of the Sassanid Empire within the Followers' faction was second only to that of the Zoroastrian Empire.

They may not be as good as regular armies in frontal combat, but if they are deployed behind enemy lines, it is not difficult to overthrow a country.

If we don’t wipe them out, how to control this time bomb is also a big problem.”

Byron wanted this force, so he would not waste it. He looked into Amita's beautiful eyes and asked expectantly:
"Amita, are you willing to replace the 35th Assassin and become the new Old Man of the Mountain, and control this force for me?"

The girl was stunned for a moment. Apparently, just as she had said, she had never had the ambition to hold great power and control the fate of others.

However, each generation of "Old Man in the Mountain" has never exposed his or her appearance to the outside world. As long as one can match the internal code and identification system, one can easily impersonate the Old Man in the Mountain.

For her, who grew up with Assassin, she didn't even need to collect Assassin's memories to imitate him vividly.

"only."

She looked up at the [Assassination] priests in the sky, and the Assassins who were hooked by anchor chains and floating like human centipedes, and she couldn't help but shudder violently.

Especially the 35th generation mountain old man, who was dragged up by a chain after his death and became part of the human centipede, looked particularly creepy.

Originally, Hassan Sabbah wanted to use his priesthood to become a god, but he did not want to completely become a puppet contaminated by immortal divinity.

The only option is to use quantitative change to counter qualitative change, and use the divinity of dozens of generations to forcibly dilute the immortal divinity of [Dark God] Angora.

Therefore, the price of inheriting the title of "Old Man in the Mountain" is self-evident.

But Amitābha only hesitated for a moment before nodding her head vigorously and agreeing:
"If His Majesty Saint Byron asks me to do anything, I will do anything!"

Byron knew what she was worried about, and patted her shoulder with a smile:

“Don’t worry, I’m not a bug like the Assassins who are trapped on the west coast of the continent and never have the courage to step out of their comfort zone and seek nutrition from the outside world.

I am a pseudo-god at the pinnacle of spiritual enlightenment, only one step away from becoming a demigod.

If Assassin's sixth sense had not been controlled in advance, he would have summoned the old men of the mountains from all generations at the cost of sacrificing his own humanity.

It might take a lot of effort for me to fight 35 heroes by myself.

Now it is no longer difficult to deal with them who only have their divine aspects left.

Look at my methods."

He raised his hand and forcibly grabbed the blood-red sun in the sky.

The assassination priesthood seemed to have consciousness and turned into a blood-red poisonous snake, twisting and turning, trying to take a hard bite of Byron's hand. Unfortunately, even though its fangs were sparking, it couldn't bite at all.

A tributary of the River Styx rolled up and poured over the venomous snake.

Zila
"Ahhh"

The human faces above kept appearing one after another, including the Dark God and Assassin, all of them opened their mouths and let out a series of miserable screams.

The immortal divinity of the Dark God, which had been a problem that the 35th generation old man in the mountain had tried his best to solve but could not solve, and could only dilute, melted away in an instant and became nourishment for Byron.

At the same time, the inheritance of 35 generations of mountain elders was all refined into [panacea].

In Byron's palm, a ball of crystal liquid the size of an adult's fist gathered, with a luxurious ruby-like luster.

The powerful vitality and rich sweet fragrance released from it made Amita swallow her saliva.

Byron slapped the assassination priesthood, which had been restored to its hidden blade form, into the girl's body.

"Everything that the Sabah family has worked so hard for 700 years but has not been able to obtain, now belongs to you."

Amita and this priesthood were in perfect harmony and there was no rejection reaction.

He just felt the all-round enhancement of his own power essence, and said in confusion:
"But, Your Majesty, why me? We have only known each other for one night."

Byron knew that reasoning with a woman was the stupidest thing in the world, so he just had to continue to agree with her, so he just nodded seriously and said:
"Because you are kind!
I want to save all of humanity, and another fellow traveler, Her Majesty [Cleopatra], wants to save the Corridor of Truth. Even if your vision can only see the West Coast for now, you are on the same path as us.

I believe in you, but I also need your strength."

As he said this, he swallowed the large ball of panacea into his mouth, then hugged Amita, who was dizzy after receiving the praise, and bit her swan-like neck.

Byron grew to be two meters tall, and even the tallest girl looked like a petite doll in his arms.

Of course, as long as you adapt to the sudden increase in power, you can change back quickly.

The next moment, the Night Demon's four canine fangs pierced her fair skin and the light blue blood vessels beneath her skin like daggers.

"Well!"

Amita's beautiful emerald eyes suddenly widened, and she uttered a sweet hum from her nose. Her crystal toes, painted with emerald-colored nail polish, instantly stretched straight.

Then she collapsed completely in Byron's arms, letting all the blood in her body flow into his mouth.

“Slurp, slurp”

The girl felt the blood in her body rushing away like water being pumped out, but she did not move at all. Instead, she hugged Byron's neck tightly.

“My [Shadow Hole] has sucked His Majesty Saint Byron before, and now it’s his turn to suck me.

If I keep sucking like this, I will die, right? But he said I was kind, no matter what, as long as I was with His Majesty Saint Byron, I was not afraid of anything.

And I feel a little comfortable. Wait, Your Majesty, slow down, I want to..."

When humans are first embraced by a night demon, they will feel as if they are floating in ecstasy, and may even become strongly addicted to the substances injected into the night demon's canine teeth.

There were no words or things that could describe the wonderful experience at this moment, they could only immerse themselves in it, hoping that this moment would last forever.

The sucking of the Night Devil can make its prey and blood slaves addicted to being eaten. In order to enjoy this kind of happiness that goes straight to the soul, many humans who have been bitten by the Night Devil will take the initiative to deliver the goods to the door.

This is what is commonly known as the "Blood Ha Clan", which has turned into a group of spiritual night demons. Although they are obviously the exploited, they always think about their masters and serve them wholeheartedly.

And the longer they are eaten and the more times they are eaten, the more obsessed they become with this kind of pleasure that penetrates into their bones and is like a poison, to the point where they cannot extricate themselves and turn into a walking corpse.

Of course, this additional service is only available to female blood relatives.

The principle is just like the heroes in Byron's previous life who had to take off their clothes and touch skin through the flowers when healing the female heroes, but when healing other heroes, there was absolutely no such eye-catching and fussy etiquette.

The two are interconnected.

Until 60% of Amita's blood was sucked away, her skin turned pale to the point of being almost transparent, her body was ice-cold, her heartbeat was close to failure, and she entered a near-death state.

Byron then began to inject the [Elixir], which had been completely digested and deeply marked with his own life mark, back into her body.

This is the essence of life accumulated by the Sabah family for 700 years. It is the nourishment they prepared for their promotion to demigod. It is far more powerful than an ordinary fifth-level pseudo-god.

But Byron injected all of it into Amita's body without any reservation.

The girl's originally extremely pale face regained its rosy color in just a breath, her heartbeat became strong and powerful, and her mortal body underwent a profound transformation from the inside out.

From the tips of her black hair, to her exposed, smooth skin, to her beautiful emerald-colored toes, everything began to shimmer and shine, and her entire body seemed to have turned into a priceless, dazzling jewel.

Finally, the emerald eyes transformed into ruby-like vertical pupils of a snake, two lovely white fangs appeared between the rosy lips, and a pair of wide black bat wings spread out behind.

When Byron pulled out his teeth, the four tiny bite marks on Amita's soft neck disappeared instantly, and her neck returned to its flawless white jade appearance.

It is obvious that the whole person has been reborn and is no longer a human being, or even an ordinary creature.

If measured by the Night Demon's title standard, she is at least a fifth-rank [Night Demon Princess]!
The immortal ladder is ready-made: the assassin's [Promise of a Thousand Pieces].

The exclusive divine art naturally awakened, and it was, as expected, the [Desert Sabre] that had been passed down for thirty-five generations, and was also the most powerful assassination skill in the desert environment.

Byron put her down again, smiling:
"Amita, congratulations on becoming the immortal Night Demon Princess. From now on, you can say goodbye to the past and start a brand new life."

If it was a normal first embrace, it would definitely not be able to achieve this fantastic effect of creating a pseudo-god in a short moment.

After Byron becomes a demigod, he can give it a try.

But now he has the status of an emperor, and has pushed Night Demon's path of "usurpation of power" to the limit of the human world. He is only one step away from becoming a demigod within the scope of the law.

Coupled with the blessing of the [Father of Monsters] with the [Fertility] priesthood and powerful foreign raw materials, it becomes possible to transform a fifth-order pseudo-god.

The original [Sick Girl] Alice was an accident, but the current [Night Demon Princess] Amita is the perfect masterpiece he created consciously for the first time!
He also planned to continue doing so after Joan of Arc took control of the Night Demon Kingdom.

Harvest the "blood tax" of those fifth-level Night Demon pseudo-gods and use it to feed your own trustworthy people to achieve a rapid expansion of top-level combat power.

If the pilot program in the Night Demon Kingdom is successful, it can be replicated by other old gods' followers.

No matter what path it originally took, as long as Byron's [Styx] digests it, what will be spit out is the purest Night Demon clan.

Although Amitāb wanted to enjoy Byron's warm and reliable embrace for a while longer.

But she had already obtained the inheritance information of the Night Demon tribe from the Embrace Ceremony, and knew that she would have a lot of time to accompany Byron in the future.

This period may be: permanent.

She suppressed her excitement, knelt on one knee and kissed the Storm Signet on his hand:
"My savior, my guide in life, my teacher, my lord, my God, His Majesty Saint Byron!

Amita and the Assassins will become your sharpest hidden blades, cutting off the throats of all enemies!"

Byron is the emperor of the empire she will serve, the Night Demon King who is the source of her bloodline, the "Father of Monsters" who created her, and also everything to her.

From the moment she was embraced and became the Night Demon Princess, she had to rely mainly on Byron and become his servant.

If it were someone else with a strong self-will, they might feel that this was a loss of freedom, but for Amitāb, who had suffered so much, it was something she had always wanted.

Because it means that she has gained solid support and will never be abandoned again.

Although Byron felt that the titles the girl gave herself on her own initiative were too exaggerated, especially the title of "teacher", which was a bit embarrassing.

He quickly helped her up and changed the subject:
"I read Assassin's memories.

Even though the sixth-level ritual of reaching heaven in one step has failed this time, there is still a possibility of continuing.

If you can't solve the task objective, the same goes for solving the client.

Assassin doesn't know who the client is, but I have a suspicion, and I should be able to confirm it soon after today.

Apart from the Sabah family, only you, a perfect match, can use this priesthood to ascend to heaven in one step and bring out its greatest value."

Upon hearing this, Amitāb’s eyes flashed with ferocity:
"Whoever dares to hire someone to assassinate Your Majesty, I will personally chop off his head!"

The [Assassination] priesthood, combined with the [Panacea] brewed by 700 generations of mountain elders over the past 35 years, can drink it all in one gulp, plus the life of the murderer, and he will surely be able to resume his path to becoming a demigod.

In the near future, you will gain a god of assassination that your enemies will tremble in fear of.

It is exactly: the original soup is transformed into the original food, how authentic!
When Amita, with her original timid look back and wet black hair, walked out of the bathroom again, the sky in the east was already turning pale.

In the eyes of the nearby guards and early-rising palace attendants, he walked slowly as if he had some difficulty moving.

Everyone's eyes flickered slightly.

Especially those court attendants who originally looked at her with some disgust and coldness, all lowered their eyes in fear, and dared not look directly at this lowly "ugliest princess" anymore.

No matter how disgusting her appearance was, once she established a close relationship with one of the most powerful people in the Silver Continent, these servants no longer had the courage or qualifications to look her in the face.

They don't even have the courage to exclude, isolate, or ignore Her Royal Highness the Princess. Even just making her feel their negative emotions is an absolute capital crime!

If that big shot just frowned even a little, their king [Desert Eagle] would definitely hang them without hesitation.

This is the charm of power.

“Your Highness Amitābha, do you need me to send someone to take you back?
Your Majesty's Stormcloaks have a number of female members in order to defend Oasis Palace."

[Phantom Blade] Guts also realized that the status of this "masseuse" was completely different. His face was full of caution, which was completely different from the indifferent attitude when the girl came last night.

The girl smiled and politely refused:

"No need to bother, thank you. I can walk on my own."

Guts still did not neglect it, and bowed slightly to the group of guards behind him:

"Your Highness Amitābha, please walk slowly."

Until I watched her leave.

Guts straightened up and muttered to himself:

“Although His Majesty did not inform me specifically, who would dare to believe that nothing happened last night?
Maybe someday, we will start calling her: Madam Amitāb.”

I made up my mind to keep everything that happened last night to myself and not tell anyone even if they beat me to death.

Amita has already obtained the priesthood of [Assassination], and her strength has increased dramatically. Although the distance between them is very far, she can still hear his mumbling clearly.

When I heard the word "Mrs. Amita", I felt secretly delighted and suddenly found Gus very pleasing to the eye.

"When His Majesty sends Stormcloak to help me receive the Assassin legacy as planned, I will take extra care of you."

Only after she entered the palace complex, could no longer see the bathroom behind her, and was out of everyone's sight, did her movements return to normal.

She carefully took out a white handkerchief from her pocket, which was the one Byron used to wipe her tears.

Seeing that there was no one around, the girl slowly put it to her face, took a deep breath, and a charming blush appeared on her cheeks. She murmured:
"It's so wonderful, so wonderful, to be able to be with His Majesty forever and to be needed by him. Hahahaha"

(End of this chapter)