After work, start to speedrun the other world-Chapter 419 - 157 He’s Already Killed His Way Here_2

Chapter 419: Chapter 157 He’s Already Killed His Way Here_2

All those who had even a slight intimate relationship were imitated.

However, there were exceptions. For beings like the Witch of Death and the Creation Witch, the God of Assassination did not choose to imitate.

"..." The Goddess of Tailoring rolled her eyes and rushed toward Ahtal’s direction first, feeling ashamed of the God of Assassination’s treacherous actions.

But soon, her dashing figure was sent flying back, her pretty face scraping across the hot ground, leaving behind a long trench.

"Are you alright?" The God of Assassination glanced at Ahtal, who was far away slaughtering his own incarnations, and then at the Goddess of Tailoring, buried face-first in the ground with her bottom sticking up.

"His strength has greatly increased." The Goddess of Tailoring pulled her head out of the ground and shook the mud from her hair.

"Next, if we’re not careful, we..."

The God of Assassination completed her sentence with a smile, "We’ll all die, right?"

"Yes." The Goddess of Tailoring nodded lightly and then, without saying a word, dashed toward Ahtal again.

Meanwhile.

"Ahtal, why have you fallen!" lamented the God of Assassination’s incarnation disguised as Letixia, gazing sadly at the Knight’s sword thrust from her hands.

However, Ahtal merely swung his sword indifferently, without hesitation, and slew the Letixia-looking God of Assassination.

Then, it was Jed, Hecate, Mist, Michael, Kashute, Evelyn, and other familiar faces.

The edge of the sword did not hesitate for a moment.

Such cold and decisive actions even made the God of Assassination feel unnerved. Did this man have any emotions at all? Faced with so many intimately acquainted beauties, he could still strike them down without any second thought, without even a hint of hesitation.

"Do you actually have feelings?" The God of Assassination couldn’t help but ask, while the long blade in her hand did not slow down at all.

In response, Xi Mu merely retaliated with Dragon Breath, instantly burning the God of Assassination’s incarnation posing as Mist to ashes.

"Do you think I am some sentimental girl?" He looked at the continuous surge of God of Assassination incarnations and the occasional threads that popped out to bind him, his expression showing impatience.

"If you’ve only sent three gods, then this battle is as good as over."

The God of Assassination’s ambush and plans were not always the same; sometimes, for safety, seven or eight gods would come together to assassinate, sometimes alone, and sometimes with two helpers.

This, of course, does not mean that the more gods arranged, the greater the pressure on the player. Sometimes, a single God of Assassination could put a lot of pressure on the player, causing them to fall into a choice paralysis, facing unexpected assassinations.

If the God of Assassination intentionally arranges for you to meet several NPCs you are close to, and you also really like these NPC characters, then you must face the state of the God of Assassination mixing in with these NPCs and constantly attempting to assassinate you.

In the face of such a situation, aside from killing all the intimate NPCs in one go, the only choice is to find a way to distinguish the God of Assassination’s disguise.

Of course, there are also players who take a creative approach and choose to romance the disguised God of Assassination, quietly maxing out the God of Assassination’s affection, thus causing the God of Assassination to voluntarily give up the plan to assassinate the player and instead help the player against the high heavens’ All Gods.

As for the gender of the God of Assassination, there’s no need to worry; the game officials have not provided a clear gender for the God of Assassination. It seems to change according to the need... as long as you can conquer the God of Assassination.

Whatever the style, the God of Assassination can assume any form.

Of course, the premise is not to impersonate a being too powerful, or the God of Assassination might risk their life.

"To deal with a newly-born Demon, we don’t need too many gods." The God of Assassination retorted while tossing a vial full of deadly poison at Ahtal.

But in an instant, it was incinerated by Ahtal’s Dragon Breath into ashes.

"Is that so?" Xi Mu drew the Sword of Light, his lips moving slightly. His shadow wriggled, and out from it, an incarnation that looked just like him emerged.

"What about facing two Demons?"

The atmosphere became tense.

The God of Assassination’s incarnations that had been rushing from all directions paused, as if unable to comprehend the current situation. How could Ahtal, who had reached the level of a Demon, still be able to summon an incarnation identical to himself?

According to the information obtained by the God of Assassination, the Shadow of the Bygone, which could replicate everything of the summoner, was supposed to be unable to replicate... a Demon.

This had already surpassed the past limits of the Shadow of the Bygone’s power.

It was like the Black Blade, a familiar of the Witch of Death in the past, who hadn’t reached the Demon before death, so there was no possibility of summoning the Witch’s Black Blade.

But now it was about summoning a demon-level avatar.

"Your intelligence work is a bit shoddy," Xi Mu sneered, "What are you going to do now, when you’re facing a demon that can wield two Swords of Light at the same time?"

Originally, the first nine of the Ten Shadow Magics indeed had no way of reaching the level of a Demon, due to limitations from the strength of the Shadow of the Bygone itself.

However, the Time Witch also thought of a solution, the tenth shadow magic, Cocoon of Time, which possessed the possibility of creating a false future. As long as the player reached the height of a Demon and paid enough magic power,

then Cocoon of Time could become the foundation, allowing the first nine shadow magics to unleash the strength of a demon level.

Even though in essence, it was the Cocoon of Time taking residence within the first nine shadow magics.

The wind brushed over the scorching ground.

"Retreat!" The God of Assassination made the decision immediately, yet his body charged towards Ahtal, "Stitching, Tailoring, you two immediately..."

Before he could finish his words, the torrent of light engulfed the world, cutting off the threads spread all around, and the avatars of the God of Assassination on the scorching ground were swept away.

The battlefield was emptied in that instant.

"Stitching!" The God of Stitching clasped his fingers tightly with both hands, with the Goddess of Tailoring standing behind him, both situated in a sealed space.

With stitching, they created a pocket not present in reality and hid their trace with a special stitching method.

From a realistic perspective, there was no way to detect their hidden traces.

"Bang!" A sound like a guitar string snapping echoed, as the light from the outside suddenly flooded in, shining upon the God of Stitching and the Goddess of Tailoring.

Then they saw a humanoid black dragon, wreathed in black flames, holding a burning Great Sword of Black Flame, slowly approaching them.

Why were they discovered?

The God of Stitching had this thought when he looked at the Goddess of Tailoring, who was dyed with a strong scent of death, and instantly understood how Ahtal had found the two of them—probably due to the death aura contaminating the body of the Goddess of Tailoring.

"Tailoring, you go first..." He said sternly, but before he finished speaking, he saw Ahtal pierce the Goddess of Tailoring’s chest with the Great Sword of Death.

The atmosphere fell silent.

"I’m taking you with me!" the God of Stitching roared in anger, but the next second turned into a pitiful scream as his body was engulfed by the blackness.

Xi Mu flicked the Great Sword of Death, feeling the threads of the stitched space disappear, and the twisted space returned to normal.

He stepped on the charred earth and turned around, glancing at Eden and the Elf Queen on the horizon, then raised his arm and waved his hand.

...

...

The following day.

Early morning.

Within a castle seemingly made of ice and snow.

"The assassination plan has failed," the Messenger God said to the Ice and Snow Goddess seated on the throne, "He can summon an avatar with the same power as himself, capable of wielding two Swords of Light simultaneously. Your chances of winning are slim."

The Ice and Snow Goddess asked indifferently, "Why do you tell me this?"

"Because Ahtal is on his way here," the Messenger God replied, "If you don’t run now, he will be at your doorstep soon."

"The one who needs to run is him," the Ice and Snow Goddess said nonchalantly, yet she stood up, "But my sisters can’t stay here, I need to send them away..."

Before she could finish, the ceiling of the castle shattered with a crash, and a figure clad in silver armor fell through, the spreading shockwave fracturing the floor into a spider web pattern.

The Messenger God twitched his mouth:

"He has already arrived at the doorstep."