Witch, Fireball and the Evil God of Steam-Chapter 794 - 138: Born Killer

Elemental Shaper?

An unfamiliar profession, never before seen in the Silver Radiance Empire. This made the Skinner more convinced of her thoughts. The young man before her was the type of spoiled aristocratic young master she despised the most, thinking he understood the meaning of battle after learning a few spells from who knows where.

However, she still decided to fulfill her promise, leaving this ignorant noble young master to be dealt with last.

As an executioner trained by the Simpler Clan, she knew countless methods to paralyze her prey.

Rapid killing was not the pursuit of Skinners; they delighted in the process of torturing their prey, making them feel the passing of life, draining their blood, their entire bodies dominated by pain, witnessing first-hand the entire process of their skin being peeled away — this was the craftsmanship of a master.

So she first aimed at Ethan's wrist.

In an instant, she crossed a distance of over ten meters to reach her prey's side. She had conducted countless similar hunts, whether the prey was Transcendent or commoner, the blade in her hand would easily cut through the opponent's skin.

The target was the tendons in the wrist. For an excellent hunter like her, they only needed four cuts to paralyze their prey.

Hands raised, knife fell.

As usual, the Skinner heard the muffled sound from behind, which was the shout from Evelyn whose mouth was gagged. She must have witnessed the entire process of this reckless youth having his tendons severed.

The Skinner quickly distanced herself from the two, her manic laughter echoing through the woods.

"I see, a believer of Cynthia, perhaps?"

Yet the expected cries of pain did not occur; instead, she heard the young man's evaluative tone.

Fighting with a dagger, able to instantly move over ten meters, the style was more like that of an assassin. However, as far as she knew, there was no dedicated faith path for assassins; stealth and assassination were more often the combat styles of Cynthia's believers.

Cynthia had the most believers, and their combat style was also the most "free."

Breeding and contracting with monsters; learning and mimicking wild beasts' combat styles, transforming into half-human, half-beast hybrids during slaughter; or specializing in stealth and assassination, silently slipping into the shadows — these were all assassins.

The Skinner hesitated; she was very sure she had slashed Ethan's wrist.

The fact was also true.

She indeed saw Ethan shake his wrist, where there was a distinct cut mark, yet what flowed from the wound was not blood, but some ominous dark substance.

She had never heard of such magic; if she had to describe it, it would remind her of the Demon King.

Something was wrong.

Her leaping figure halted, and two flying knives shot from her sleeves, directly piercing Ethan's heart and forehead. The unknown fear forced her to change her plan; these two knives were thrown with the intent to kill Ethan.

Ethan cooperatively stood in place, having learned from Lindong at the academy, and amicably followed the rule of needing to chant for an "Elemental Shaper," otherwise, it would disrupt balance in a formal duel.

This time, the Skinner saw clearly.

The two daggers that hit Ethan passed straight through his body; it wasn't like they touched human flesh but struck air, as the heart and forehead penetrated by the daggers surged with the same darkness.

She wasn't facing a human, but some abomination wearing human skin, disguised as a noble youth.

When this thought emerged, the fear inside the Skinner reached its peak.

Why was this skin-wearing aberration here, and why was it heading to the Imperial Capital?

And...

Was the death of Great Summoner Haitia and Baron Fulin in Gear City related to him?

In an instant, countless thoughts flashed through her mind. She almost immediately connected the deaths of these two people filled with inexplicable doubts that even Gear City's chief could not explain, and the captain of the Firearms Team who seemed to have gone mad and charged into the Security Office, taking all the blame upon himself.

The Skinner made an immediate decision.

She had to leave here and bring this news back to the Imperial Capital, back to Duke Ash — Gear City was experiencing an unexplained mutation.

Her gaze swept across the shadow under the ancient tree, once again activating her ability to instantaneously move over ten meters, crashing into that shadow.

But this time, the technique she had used countless times failed.

Irresistible pull came from behind her. The young man unleashed his first spell, which was also the only spell he used in this battle. Everything behind her was swallowed by darkness, leaving only a pitch-black whirlpool, as if even the concepts of time and space were being dragged into it.

Before she could make any sound, the darkness swallowed her up.

The last thing she heard was the crunching, grinding sound of flesh and bones being crushed; there wasn't even time for pain before consciousness slipped into oblivion.

When the shadow dissipated, the black cat jumped onto Ethan's shoulder and let out a yawn.

A boring confrontation.

Perhaps if the Skinner hadn't chosen to flee, she would have had more opportunities to showcase her skills. 𝗳𝗿𝐞𝕖𝘄𝗲𝕓𝗻𝚘𝚟𝕖𝐥.𝚌𝕠𝕞

Emerging victorious, Ethan went to Evelyn's side to untie her. Instead of thanking him, Miss Evelyn, as if she were a frightened little animal, immediately darted into the bushes — she had seen very clearly moments ago how the sudden darkness drew the fleeing Skinner in, seeming to swallow her whole.