I, Wang Ha, the Three Red Unparalleled Assassin

"Thank you so much. However, I've only been in the Little Garden for a short time, and I don't yet have a community with a name and banner. I'll definitely let you know once it's established."

The casual conversation before preparing for the final blow came to an end, and dense runes appeared around both Master and Scáthach.

A massive amount of magic power was poured into their respective magic spears, and the unparalleled power swept across the surroundings. The sharp wind, as sharp as swords, cut trees in half. This strike, which would make even the gods tremble, revealed its formidable power.

"Come on! This is my ultimate attack, the one I've given my all to date. If you dare, take it!!" x2

Chapter 85 The sound of this bell marks the end.

fast!

It's almost at its limit!!

Breaking the sound barrier and exceeding the speed of sound, a single shot from a gun can rival the speed of light.

Their spear tips collided at a fraction of a second, unleashing a burst of dazzling light and explosive force.

A massive mushroom cloud shot into the sky, allowing people far away to feel the intensity of the battle. A series of rumbling, muffled sounds followed the light.

In the hazy smoke and dust, two agile black figures retreated, using their spears to support their exhausted bodies.

Having already taken defensive measures using runes, Master and Scáthach were only slightly injured by the force of the recoil from the gunshot collision; the other secondary attacks did not harm them.

"Looks like it's a draw."

"Looks like it's a draw."

The two Scáthachs stood facing each other, looking at each other's disheveled and miserable appearance, and spoke at the same time.

"I thoroughly enjoyed this battle."

"Same to me."

Then, exhausted, the two sat down on the ground, looking up at the sky where the battle was also coming to an end, waiting for the outcome of the fight between their leaders.

Amidst the blazing clouds, Nessalian, now in human form, entangled herself around the Halloween Queen. The golden fire of the sun god possessed a temperature high enough to burn away even magma, and even Deathwing's dragon scales could not withstand it for long.

"Tsk, this woman is a bit strange. The power she's unleashed is so great that even the five guardian dragons combined might not be a match for her."

Nessalian gritted her teeth, glared at Halloween Queen Lia with her dragon eyes, and swung her manifested dragon claws down at her.

The Mountain Elder, with his aura fully concealed, appeared behind the Halloween Queen, his jet-black greatsword, wreathed in deathly flames, slashing down diagonally.

"Good timing! This kind of offensive is more interesting!"

The Halloween Queen raised her hand to block Nessalian's dragon claw, while simultaneously manipulating divine fire to form a wall behind her to receive the Mountain Elder's slash.

The next moment, golden flowers made of flames burst open, forcing back the Mountain Elder and Nessalian who had rushed forward.

The Halloween Queen, who possessed the power to unleash the Boundary Gate, teleported behind Nessalian and placed her flaming hand on her back.

Deathwing, whose dragon scales constantly spewed flames and heat, felt an unbearable burning pain and quickly shook off the Halloween Queen's pursuit with a flap of its wings.

"The power of the sun is not just its flames, but also its light."

The Halloween Queen murmured softly, and a bright halo appeared behind her. Hundreds of beams of light rained down like a meteor shower, easily piercing the earth.

Nessalian zigzaggled and made a series of sudden stops and turns in the air, barely managing to avoid all the beams of light. However, the Halloween Queen, who didn't need any time to charge up, had already launched an even more intense next round of light cannons to bombard the ground.

"Nesalian, it's almost time."

Through the soul contract, the deep voice of the Mountain Elder resounded in Nessalian's mind, causing her to immediately increase her flight speed and rush away from the battlefield.

"Huh? Did they abandon their companions and run away?"

As Halloween Queen Leia watched Deathwing's figure disappear into the horizon, she raised her slender finger and pointed it at him, unleashing a torrent of light beams that surged towards him.

The figure of the Mountain Elder suddenly appeared in the path of the light cannon, and the huge golden mechanical clock behind him had unknowingly passed its final twelve seconds.

"Witness death! This is the end of all things, the final chapter of equality for all beings!! The end of everything is death!!!"

At the instant the hour and minute hands coincided, a melodious and resonant bronze bell suddenly echoed in the sky.

"Thump—! Thump—! Thump—! Thump—! Thump—! Thump—!"

A pale white light of death emanated from the Mountain Elder, engulfing the once invincible sunlight as if melting away ice and snow.

Whether it was golden divine light or burning divine fire, at this moment they were all given an equal death without discrimination.

As the evening bells toll, all living beings will eventually meet their common end in death. This is an inviolable rule ordained by heaven and earth.

The old man of the mountain had crimson eyes that gleamed around him, and was surrounded by ghostly fire and deathly aura. He took slow but firm steps, carrying his greatsword, his feet treading on a path paved with the light of death.

"Can you hear it? The sound of this bell!"

"This is the end of your destiny; simply submit to it and liberate your soul."

The Halloween Queen stared directly at Death, who was drawing ever closer, her pretty face serene and calm.

"Is this the embodiment of the concept of death? Although it is not yet complete, it is undoubtedly the ultimate power that can even bring an end to the sun."

"Endless darkness, endless cold, and endless death..."

The Old Man of the Mountain, who stood firmly before the Halloween Queen, raised the jet-black sword of death in his hand and swung it down at the neck of the person in front of him without any hesitation.

"The Angel of Death!!!"

A flash of black sword light passed by, but it did not bring up any heads or blood. Without feeling the expected pain, Halloween Queen Lia looked up in confusion at the Mountain Elder who was so close by.

"I have already killed your fighting spirit that should never have arisen. Before the time is right, I cannot yet take your life."

The pale white light of death slowly faded away along with the words of the old man of the mountain, and the fiery clouds that had once filled the sky had vanished without a trace, leaving nothing in the sky.

"Oh?"

Halloween Queen Leah let out a soft exclamation. Although she was confident that she would not die from it, she was still bound to suffer some pain.

Lia had been planning to retaliate and get revenge after the opponent's ultimate move was over, but after hearing what the old man of the mountain said, she was immediately too embarrassed to continue.

"What a strange fellow. I've never heard of anyone like you in the Little Garden. Are you new here not long ago?"

"Exactly."

"So, have you joined any community? You know what a community is, right? If not, how about coming to my side?"

"I am currently residing within the Little Garden Knights. My next step is to form my own community, and I am currently waiting for the relevant procedures to be completed."

Hearing that the Old Man of the Mountain was already preparing to establish a community, the Halloween Queen was not discouraged.

Anyway, she only extended the invitation as a trial, without any other intentions.

"If there's nothing else, I'll be heading back now. When I have some free time in the future, I'll visit your community."

After the old man of the mountain finished speaking, he turned into a wisp of ghost fire and disappeared into the air, leaving the Halloween Queen alone in place, sighing silently.

"Although I introduced myself, I never gave out the specific address."

Chapter 86 The Lunar Community

"Is the battle over? It seems we have won."

"It's that kind of death again, so pure and flawless, and it seems even more powerful than before, able to wipe out everything around it without a sound."

Nessalian gazed at the pale white light of death rising on the horizon, her eyes filled with deep apprehension.

She still clearly remembers how Arthas used this move many times to instantly reverse the outcome of battles, killing countless strong individuals of equal or even higher levels, while the number of unfortunate soldiers caught in the crossfire was countless.

Indiscriminately inflicting death—if Kel'Thuzad hadn't been quick and agile enough, he would have almost died from friendly fire several times.

Nessalian sat down on the ground and reached behind her to touch the wound on her back. She could vaguely smell the special aroma of roasted dragon meat, the kind that was crispy on the outside and tender on the inside.

"It hurts, it hurts..."

"This is the fire of the sun, after all. Not only can magic resistance not withstand it, but even the dragon race's own regenerative ability is not enough to heal this burn in a short time."

Nessalian bit her lip, beads of sweat forming on her forehead from the pain, her orange-red dragon eyes revealing determination.

She planned to directly dig out all the areas where the sun's power remained. In any case, given the dragon race's constitution, even if she did that, it wouldn't leave any scars afterward. Apart from having to endure the pain, there was nothing to worry about.

"How does it feel to have had some intense exercise after a thousand years of slumber, Nessalian?"

Just as Nessalian was about to make her move, the voice of the Old Man of the Mountain echoed from the void.

A wave of ghostly blue light spread out, revealing his figure. He then casually tossed the red bottle he had already taken out to the dragon girl, who was sitting on the ground gasping for breath.

The small red potion from the Great Tomb of Nazarick not only stops bleeding and heals wounds, but can even repair clothes at the same time.

One-time home delivery service is simply the best healing remedy.

The Old Man of the Mountain swung his sword to kill the remaining solar power on Nessalian's back, and after taking a potion, Deathwing immediately returned to full health and vitality.

Scáthach, covered in wounds, emerged from the forest just in time to witness this scene and couldn't help but exclaim in surprise:

"What kind of miraculous medicine is this? The effects are a bit exaggerated. Do you have any more, Old Man of the Mountain?"

"You've gone to fight someone again, haven't you? Can't you just stay quiet for a day?"

As the old man spoke, he took out another red bottle and tossed it to Scáthach. Anyway, there were plenty of these things; if they weren't enough, he could just make more.

"I know, I know. It's just that we met a rare opponent today, so we hit it off and started fighting. It wasn't just my fault."

Scáthach tilted her head back and drank the potion. It was slightly sweet, and seemed to taste like oranges. It tasted surprisingly good.

"Grandpa Mountain Elder, are you alright?"

"Your subordinate is incompetent and could not be of any help in the battle just now. I beg Your Majesty to punish me."

Leticia and Demiurge arrived just then, flapping their wings. The Old Man of the Mountain nodded to Leticia to indicate that he was alright, and then turned his gaze to Demiurge, who was kneeling on the ground.

"Demiurge, lift your head. I don't want to repeat myself anymore. Just do your job well and complete the tasks I assign you. Otherwise, you will be betraying my trust!"

Meanwhile, when Halloween Queen Lia returned to her carriage, Scáthach was sitting back in the carriage, healing her wounds with runes.

Even after being repaired, her once neat and proper butler uniform now looked like a beggar's outfit, making Scáthach look as if she had fallen on hard times.

"Your Majesty, you are back."

Scáthach jumped out of the car when she saw Lia approaching and was about to bow in greeting, but Lia stopped her by placing her hand on her shoulder.

"What happened? Did you have a conflict with someone just now?"

The Halloween Queen frowned, her pretty face showing anger, and her pale red eyes held a heavy, oppressive feeling as if a storm was brewing.

"Your Majesty, there was no conflict. I simply encountered a powerful opponent whose strength was comparable to my own, and in my excitement, we exchanged a few blows."