I'm really not a Sanctuary Warlock.

The Shadow Shield shattered instantly, turning into countless black specks of light.

The golden light blade was successfully neutralized.

Wave after wave, relentlessly, giving no one a chance to catch their breath.

Vigo looked at Lynn.

Lynn just stood there quietly, looking up as he watched the fight between the guards go on and on, his face even showing a hint of... curiosity and focus?

Run!

Why don't you run further away?

Finding a corner to hide in is fine too!

Do you know that I even used my most secret life-saving skills to protect you?

Vigo felt his sanity drop even faster than when Lynn touched him earlier.

This kid was certain that he would protect him, so he felt perfectly justified in using him as a bodyguard and human shield.

No.

wrong.

Vigo suddenly realized a problem.

He did it on purpose.

From the moment I grabbed his wrist, this kid was gambling.

He was betting that he would be trapped in this suddenly appearing domain, forcing himself to confront the temple guards head-on.

Good lad, what a good lad.

Vigo couldn't help but admire.

He retracted all his previous disdain for Lynn.

"but……"

"Kid, do you think you can take me down like this?"

"You want to make me and this guard both suffer heavy losses so you can reap the benefits?"

"You're still... too inexperienced."

Vigo sneered inwardly.

It's still uncertain who will emerge victorious!

……

Lynn was indeed watching the show.

And they watched it with great interest.

This is a duel between two top experts; a battle of this caliber is not something you can see every day.

Although the temple guard's attack methods seemed somewhat monotonous, consisting of only a few moves over and over again, each strike contained earth-shattering power.

But that assassin really opened his eyes.

He's supposed to be an assassin, but he plays like a mage.

That unpredictable power of shadow was incredibly powerful in his hands, capable of both offense and defense. Sometimes it transformed into a canopy of light, and sometimes it solidified into a sturdy shield, always managing to block the temple guards' fatal attacks at the most crucial moments.

Lynn was overjoyed.

Luckily, I made the right bet.

This situation is the best possible situation for him.

Let them fight.

The more fiercely they fight, the better.

Ideally, both should be crippled, and then you can use the Sirens to clean up the mess.

Just as Lynn's thoughts began to drift away.

The situation on the battlefield has changed once again.

Vigo seemed to be tired of this passive, defensive situation.

After once again using the power of shadow to deflect the temple guards' charge, he did not choose to retreat, but instead took a step forward.

A voice that seemed to come from the deepest hell suddenly rang in Lynn's ears.

"Kid, it might get a bit dark later, don't be afraid."

What do you mean?

Lynn hadn't reacted yet.

The next second, he saw a jet-black mist separate from Vigo's body and swim toward him at an extremely fast speed.

Lynn was startled and instinctively tried to teleport away.

But the black mist moved faster than his thoughts.

Almost the instant he made that thought, the thick black mist completely enveloped him.

Chapter 59 How to Play This

The moment his vision was taken away, Lynn felt as if he had fallen into an endless darkness.

The black mist that enveloped him almost completely isolated him from everything.

Sight, hearing, smell, touch... all senses were brutally severed, and the world was reduced to nothingness.

He couldn't even feel his own body; it was as if only a wisp of consciousness remained, suspended in endless chaos.

Is this the assassin's method?

What is he going to do?

……

Beyond the black mist, Vigo's figure became clear again.

After confirming Lynn's safety, he raised his head and looked at the temple guards again.

We can't delay any longer.

Vigo could clearly feel that the shadow power within his body was being rapidly depleted.

If he continues to passively wait like this, even if he isn't killed by the temple guards, he will be dragged into the abyss first.

The battle must end.

A hint of madness flashed in Vigo's greyish-white eyes.

He hadn't used that ability in a long time because the cost was too high, so high that even he was unwilling to bear it easily.

But now, there is no choice.

"Ugh……"

A sigh dissipated in the empty, pure white square.

[Sanity: 22-21 / What's the scenery like at the edge of the abyss?]

The moment his sanity plummeted, Vigo's entire demeanor changed abruptly.

The gloom and eeriness that had been hanging over him disappeared. He raised his hand and snapped his fingers lightly across the entire area.

"Lightless execution."

In an instant.

The light disappeared.

This pure white world, in an instant, fell into absolute nothingness.

There was no light, no sound, and no warmth.

The concepts of time and space have become blurred.

The temple guards' dazzling, holy radiance became the only source of light in the absolute darkness, and also the most conspicuous target.

It seemed to sense the danger and instinctively raised the golden spear in its hand high, attempting to dispel the darkness with its overwhelming holy light.

But it was too late.

An elusive shadow silently approached it.

Vigo's figure had completely merged into the dark kingdom he had created with his own hands; he was darkness, and darkness was him.

A jet-black dagger emerged from behind the temple guard, precisely piercing a gap in his armor and slicing open his left shoulder.

Golden, sacred energy, like scalding blood, gushed from the wound, only to be annihilated into nothingness the moment it touched the darkness.

The temple guard let out a silent roar, turned around, and swung his spear, sweeping it across his back.

However, the attack failed.

Vigo had already disappeared.

Second knife.

It was stabbed in the left rib.

The third cut.

It stabbed at its right knee.

The fourth cut, the fifth cut, the sixth cut...

Vigo's attacks were incredibly fast, each strike appearing from an unbelievable angle.

Like a cold-blooded artist, he carved one scar after another, representing death, onto this sacred sculpture.

The temple guards went berserk.

It wildly swung its spear, unleashing "Purifying Sweep" and "Spear of Light" haphazardly, turning the area around it into a devastating golden storm.

But all of this was in vain.

In the realm of "lightless executions," Vigo is unsolvable.

He could always anticipate all attacks and dodge them with the slightest movement, then deliver his fatal blow during the gaps in the temple guards' attacks.

This battle has turned into a one-sided torture.

I don't know how much time passed.

As the darkness slowly faded, pure white light once again illuminated the entire space.

The black mist that enveloped Lynn dissipated.

The first thing he saw was a scene so shocking that it left him speechless.

In the center of the magnificent square, the once majestic and arrogant temple guard was now kneeling on one knee.

Its magnificent silver-white armor was now tattered and riddled with jagged cracks and holes, looking even more pathetic than scrap metal in a junkyard.

Dozens of wounds covered its entire body, and golden, sacred energy was constantly overflowing from those wounds, gathering into a small golden puddle on the ground.

The spear in its hand was stuck diagonally into the ground, supporting its swaying body and preventing it from falling completely.

And on its opposite side, Vigo was standing there.

His face was pale, and his chest was heaving violently, clearly indicating that the burst of power he had just unleashed had taken a huge toll on him.

But his face carried a proud smile.

So strong...

Lynn was deeply moved.

He couldn't even imagine what kind of terrifying battle had just taken place.

Vigo noticed Lynn's gaze, turned his head to look at him, and said nothing.

He slowly raised his hand, and the black dagger reappeared in his palm.