The game has become a real alternate world-Chapter 602 - 283 Escape?

"Crack!"

The sound of a neck snapping.

He was just an eleven or twelve-year-old boy, warning others was the only thing he could do in his last moments.

His neck was completely twisted, and the venom had long started flowing throughout his body.

From the vicious bite, you could see cyan and purple lines spreading everywhere.

As soon as the target’s death was confirmed, Andorfar immediately began preparing to leave along the predetermined route.

There was no relaxation just because the target was dead.

For him, killing the target was never the difficult part; the difficulty lay in how to escape from some adverse environments after the kill.

Fortunately, he was now a snake.

Even during his preparations earlier, he had already left a slight opening in the doors and windows.

By the time the enemy discovered the body, he had long since disappeared without a trace.

Is this the power of a wish?

Fantastic.

"Boom!"

With a loud bang.

An unexpected situation arose.

The roof of the house was suddenly shattered by a massive force, the intense impact instantly interrupting Andorfar’s actions and thoughts.

Rudus, the burly man who jumped in, adjusted his posture the moment he landed and grabbed the corpse on the ground.

It wasn’t until the various remnants of lime from the broken hole hit the ground that he realized the boy in his arms was already a dead body.

"Who is it?"

He roared with anger; clearly, the moment he jumped in, he hadn’t detected the enemy.

Then his head turned, and his eyes, bulging like ox eyes, pierced through the dust to see the small snake escaping at the window’s crack.

Relying on his beastly instincts, he unhesitatingly gripped the war axe in his hand and swung it fiercely.

He used the most powerful force he had ever wished for.

This strike.

Was like a condensed Fireball Technique exploding.

The frenzy of power followed the axe, directly destroying half of the entire building.

The force surged like a gale, carrying the demolished debris and flying outward.

Some fragments shot like bullets.

Some nearby servants were instantly shot into pulp.

A deep trench was also plowed into the ground.

And the axe in his hand had disappeared from where he held it.

The furious Rudus, eyes filled with bloodshot lines, gasped for breath after launching the attack and charged straight out.

The moment he confirmed the young master was dead, his fury surged to his heart.

At least he had to crush the assassin into powder.

At this moment, Andorfar’s mind was blank. What kind of destructive power was that?

He couldn’t imagine; he didn’t look back as he fled.

Now, he was crashing against the wall of a nearby building, already transformed from a snake into a human.

Yet his appearance was a bloody mess, with even part of his torso, including his left shoulder, completely gone.

The sudden frenzy attack had almost cost him his life.

He wanted to transform back into a snake to escape.

However, that terrifying burly man had already charged through the gap in the broken wall.

The moment he burst out, he locked onto him.

Rushing at him like a chariot, yelling and roaring with his mouth.

"How can you be so strong?"

Andorfar was puzzled, forcing himself to dodge sideways.

His body had become a half-human, half-snake existence, with his head and neck elongated into a huge tongue, biting onto the nearby wall to pull himself over.

Only then did he avoid the violent charge; the wall where he just was had already shattered completely.

Transforming into a half-human, half-snake, he endured the pain of severe injuries and quickly escaped.

As long as he got away, even if he was on the brink of death, he could rely on a snake’s molting ability to survive.

"Whoosh!"

The burly man, aware that he might not catch up, launched a long-range attack.

A fist-sized stone was thrown.

The stone hurled was several times faster than an arrow.

Cutting through the air with a sharp whistle.

In an instant, it hit his body.

Another arm was directly smashed off from the shoulder.

"Ah!"

The severe pain forced him to scream, yet he didn’t stop fleeing, his intense survival desire driving him to escape at all costs.

The enemy’s power was terrifyingly immense.

The strongest he had ever seen in his life, already beyond his comprehension.

But he recognized this opponent.

He knew it was the chief guard of Green Forest City’s City Lord.

Why was he so powerful, though?

If there were such a powerful guard, Green Forest City would have long held the upper hand in conflicts, never allowing today’s scene to occur.

If this person appeared on the battlefield... the picture would be unimaginable.

Suddenly, he understood.

Since he could obtain from the City Lord he served a stone capable of granting wishes for power.

Then the enemy clearly had something similar.

The short contemplation didn’t affect his speed.

Massive power wasn’t easy to control; the granted wishes were not perfect.

Like transforming into Snake Power, it only allowed Andorfar to reach the peak of escape and stealth assassination.

Including the use of venom, which could also be achieved with poison.

Such power didn’t grant him significant advantages in direct combat compared to his former strength, to a limited extent.

The enemy’s absurdly exaggerated power couldn’t be perfect either.

For example now, he seemed unable to leap to him with that exaggerated jumping ability again.

Just as Andorfar couldn’t help but feel relieved, thinking he had a chance to escape.

He sensed a whizzing sound behind his head.

This time he couldn’t resist turning his head.

When he turned, his eyes widened.

A stone slab as enormous as a building foundation was being thrown hard onto his head.

"What!"

He couldn’t help but scream; how could there be such exaggerated power?

The massive stone slab fell, crushing him, pinning him beneath it.

When Rudus, filled with frenzy, rushed over and lifted the slab, he found only some flesh and blood under it, and the enemy’s body was nowhere to be found.

All he could do was become impotently rageful, screaming madly.

Leaving behind only a scene of outrageous battle marks.

...

"Just a little more, so close, so close!"

At this moment, a small snake, covered with wounds and gaps, making one wonder how it managed to move.

But this was already outside the city.

The small snake painstakingly slithered through the grass, leaving a trail of blood.

Once out of the city, finding a place in the forest, he might be able to survive with the Snake Power.

He had completed the target, but he didn’t want to return anymore.

Such exaggerated power wasn’t something he could handle; after this, the two cities would inevitably go to war.

With such exaggerated power, the outcome of the battle seemed no longer in doubt.

Better take this chance to leave; he had achieved his goal and, considering his past efforts, he felt it was time.

The ability to transform into a snake allowed him to be more effective in various places.

But all this required him to survive.

Hope was in sight.

"Was the battle in the city related to you?"

Two men, whose origins were unknown, looked at this dying small snake and asked.

One of them was dressed in the attire of a Night Watcher.