I'm really not a Sanctuary Warlock.

Now, the only way is to trade blows and wear down the defenders until they are dead.

Although he is an assassin, it doesn't mean he won't engage in direct combat.

But the cost... will be very high.

As soon as he finished speaking, Vigo's figure blurred again, turning into a wisp of flowing dark smoke.

The jet-black dagger silently appeared in his hand.

Without the slightest hesitation, he charged forward, facing the holy light emanating from the temple guards—a light powerful enough to scorch the soul.

Chapter Sixty-One: A Man Named Vigo

Lynn stood at a distance, quietly watching all of this.

I'm somewhat happy.

The current situation has reached a point where it is most advantageous to him.

Go ahead and fight.

The more fiercely they fight, the better.

Ideally, both should perish together, then I can reap the benefits.

……

The battle erupted instantly.

This is no longer the kind of playful tug-of-war between assassins and tanks; it has now become close-quarters combat.

Vigo completely abandoned the elegance and stealth of being an assassin.

The shadow he had transformed into no longer tried to hide, but instead, like a mad beast, engaged in a brutal exchange with the temple guards in the most direct way.

The temple guards' spears swept across, but Vigo neither dodged nor evaded, letting the holy light scorch his body.

At the same time, the black dagger in his hand pierced the shoulder blade of the temple guard at a tricky angle.

Trading injury for injury.

This is the solution Vigo chose to break the deadlock.

The temple guard has no sense of pain; it is merely a programmed combat puppet.

After being stabbed, it did not pause at all, and with a backhand thrust of its spear, it brought it down with tremendous force.

Vigo's figure blurred instantly, avoiding the fatal blow.

The spear struck the smooth, jade-like ground, exploding into a burst of dazzling golden light, causing the entire pure white square to tremble.

Vigo's figure had already appeared behind the temple guard, and he thrust out his dagger again, leaving another wound on its back.

Lynn watched from a distance, her heart pounding with fear.

Vigo's every attack was like dancing on a knife's edge.

He had to find a fleeting opening amidst the temple guards' relentless onslaught to deliver his fatal blow.

The price he paid was being constantly burned by that omnipresent holy light.

Lynn could clearly sense that Vigo's aura was weakening at an alarming rate.

He was unleashing devastating damage while simultaneously burning away his own life force.

In contrast, the temple guard, though covered in countless wounds and overflowing with golden holy energy, showed no signs of weakening in its offensive, which remained full of destructive power.

Time passed, second by second.

This fierce battle has lasted for nearly ten minutes.

Vigo's figure grew increasingly faint, and the shadow power that enveloped him was becoming so thin that it could barely maintain its form.

The temple guards finally showed signs of weakness.

Its armor was almost completely shattered, and its movements became sluggish, each swing of its spear appearing weak and feeble.

at last.

After yet another exchange of injuries.

Despite being struck in the waist and abdomen by a spear and having half of his body almost melted by holy light, Vigo plunged the dagger in his hand deep into the eye socket of the temple guard.

puff.

This time, no golden energy erupted.

The temple guard's body stiffened abruptly.

Its raised spear froze in mid-air.

Immediately afterwards, its massive body swayed, and finally it collapsed to one knee, its spear falling to the ground.

"Huh...huh..."

Vigo's figure reformed in the distance.

He was covered in blood and looked extremely disheveled.

He looked at the temple guards kneeling on the ground, a bitter smile on his face.

"Only... one last blow remains."

Vigo muttered to himself, dragging his exhausted body step by step toward the temple guards.

However, he had only taken two steps when he fell heavily to the ground and could no longer move.

The pure white square finally quieted down.

The two level 79 powerhouses, one kneeling and the other lying down, were both incapacitated.

Now, in the entire field, the only one still standing is Lynn.

He slowly exhaled, suppressing the tremor in his heart, and walked step by step toward Vigo.

Vigo seemed to sense his approach, and he turned his head with difficulty, his gray-white eyes fixed on Lynn.

"Do you want to finish me off first, or its knife?"

Vigo's voice was so weak that it sounded as if he might die at any moment.

Lynn stopped in front of him, looking down at him without the slightest hesitation.

"yours."

Ha ha.

Vigo let out a dry laugh that was hard to understand, which aggravated his wounds, causing him to cough up a mouthful of blood.

He seemed to want to say something more.

But at that moment, something unexpected happened.

Not far away, the temple guard's intact arm suddenly moved without warning!

With its last strength, it grabbed at the golden spear that had fallen beside it, seemingly trying to lift it up again.

The turn of events happened so fast that Lynn had no time to react.

All his attention was focused on Vigo in front of him.

However, just as the temple guard's fingers were about to touch the spear...

A jet-black streak of light pierced through the air and arrived.

Ding!

The dagger that Vigo threw landed precisely on the back of the temple guard's hand, interrupting his attempt to raise his arm.

Lynn was stunned.

Even though the assassin in front of him was on the verge of death, his movements were still so fast that he couldn't see them clearly.

This shows that he was fully capable of killing himself just now.

After he said he would kill him first...

Did he still... save himself?

why?

Lynn couldn't understand it.

A complex emotion spread through his heart.

He shook his head, trying to clear his mind of these unnecessary emotions.

Different stances.

This assassin named Vigo is here to hunt down his enemy.

From the moment Vigo received orders to hunt him down, it was destined that only one of them would survive.

Being overly compassionate will only harm yourself.

He raised his head again, looking at Vigo lying on the ground, his killing intent hardening.

Vigo seemed to have sensed his determination as well.

He closed his eyes and completely gave up resisting.

He wondered if he should lower his sanity level a little more and make one last desperate attempt.

But what's the point of that?

Even if I kill this kid, my sanity will definitely drop to 20 points.

Although this is still within a safe range, it makes no difference to him as it does to 20 or 19 points.

Because revenge is no longer possible.

If you accidentally drop to 19 points, you will attract the evil god's followers and be assimilated into a slave of the abyss.

He doesn't want to become like that.

So be it, he's dead.

and also……

Vigo looked at Lynn, who had already summoned the phantom of the Sirens, and made a request.

“Young man… if you have the chance, please go to Windbreak City and find Saintess Anna…” His voice, filled with guilt and regret, reached Lynn’s ears, “Tell her… a man named Vigo, I’m sorry… I didn’t… watch her grow up.”

Chapter Sixty-Two: Anna's Background

The siren's phantom appeared behind Lynn. Before the ethereal song could begin, Vigo's hoarse voice, filled with guilt and regret, entered his ears first.

Lynn stopped in his motion as he prepared to unleash his skill.

Anna?

Why did he know Anna?

And judging from their tone, their relationship seems... to be quite complicated.

Lynn slowly walked up to Vigo and squatted down.

Why do you know Anna?

Vigo's physical condition had deteriorated to the extreme; he was unable to even respond. He merely struggled to move his gray-white eyes, as if trying to confirm whether Lynn truly knew Anna.

“Answer my question first.” Lynn ignored his counter-question. “How do you know Anna?”

Vigo's body trembled slightly, as if the question had touched a nerve.

"I am hers...I am hers..."

Those two words seemed to weigh a ton, pressing down on him so much that he couldn't utter them.

In the end, he gave up on that title and uttered a few words in an almost self-deprecating tone.

“I am a…incompetent father.”

Father?