Chapter 1400 - 649: Shadow Nether Cave, Under-the-Bed Ambush! (Part 4)

"Let me see what you want to do."

Byron decisively activated the [Sun Stone Calendar] in his left eye, causing time in the real world to gradually come to a halt, while another timeline slowly unfolded.

The historical influence accumulated on him instantly decreased from 139 points to 114 points.

When Byron opened his eyes again, it was already midnight.

A snow red plum blossom was left on the white marble stone bed.

The opulent bathroom was in disarray, with traces of the two everywhere from the bath, window, ceramic tiles, to marble columns.

At this moment, they had returned to the stone bed, Amita remained atop, fingers interlocked with his.

As extreme excitement gradually faded, Byron found himself utterly exhausted.

Amita lowered her head, full of guilt, not knowing how many times she had apologized:

"Saint Byron, I’m sorry.

You are a good man, but you will eventually leave. Those rigid and decayed Church Judges are no longer worthy of our trust.

The Assassin Sect holds the divine position of [assassination] from [Dark God] Angola Manu, and the Promotion Ceremony of the 35th Mountain Elder of the Assassin Sect is just one step away.

My fiancé Assassin promised me he would personally end all tragedies on the West Coast.

Then our [Eagles’ Nest Assassins] will completely overthrow the cannibalistic ’Holy Spirit Sect,’ rebuild Zoroastrianism, and establish the Assassin Alliance.

From now on, we will worship the darkness, because where there is fire, there will inevitably be shadows, implementing the motto ’assassinate one, save a thousand,’ using sleeve swords and dark means to carry out the light of justice in our hearts!

For Assassin and the beautiful future he’s painted for me, I have no choice but to ask you to die. I’m sorry, I’m sorry..."

This princess was weak in character, even expressing apologies non-stop while attempting to kill, tears streaming down onto Byron’s chest.

After speaking, countless wedge-shaped incantations rapidly surfaced on her smooth white belly, quickly dyeing her crystal-clear skin black.

"Hiss——!"

The next moment, an immense suction like a black hole emerged from her body, seemingly intending to completely drain Byron dry.

Someone once described a man’s speed as: "One minute and thirty seconds for a shower and a bath."

But compared to the current Byron, such a claim was far surpassed.

Vitality, energy, spirituality... everything surged away like floodwater flowing through an opened gate.

Byron felt as though he was bound by the Vampire’s Touch, as he had faced Radiant Queen and the nine major incarnations non-stop for three days and nights.

A profound fatigue rose from every cell, not just an "ugh... hiss ha... hiss ha..." problem.

Even his legs, powerful enough to shatter warships and crack the sea, began to tremble slightly and even shrivel.

Only then did he discern the true identity of the opponent.

——Legendary [Eagles’ Nest Assassin]!

Strange Arts [Shadow Nether Cave]!

Moreover, it wasn’t just one but two assassins making a move.

The shadows cast by Amita below the stone bed suddenly rippled, and another black-robed figure wearing a skull mask shot out, holding a glass mirror; with a flash of mirror light, the ambush was launched...

Immediately, the timeline severed, and Byron’s consciousness returned to reality, his heart filled with shock.

Fiancé?

Fiancée?

I don’t understand this assassination method, yet I’m profoundly shocked.

"I met three Beastmen, Lake Light Knight Lancelot, Pan God, High Priest Hamna on the Eastern Continent.

What kind of odd species are you? Bitter end Assassin? You’re too harsh on yourself, aren’t you?

However, given your substantial assets, I’ll play along with you."

Reaching out naturally, he tenderly cupped Amita’s pitiful and exquisite face, gazing deeply into her eyes:

"Amita, I will ask your father for you. Once my alliance mission concludes, I’ll take you away."

Simultaneously, through language, he silently activated his [Deceit] Authority, thoroughly hypnotizing this legendary female assassin.

"The Deceit Authority can deceive five senses, six senses, and even permanently distort cognition.

In a battle, it governs the opponent’s every sense, making them fully believe Byron’s settings regarding a specific object, appearance, form, quality, touch, even smell, etc.

In matters of [deceit], not even all the gods in the world combined can surpass him, the greatest swindler under the sky!"

As it is known, Byron continually deceives the Creator’s followers, and every time a clergyman of the Royal National Church converts a follower, it equates to successfully deceiving another person.

Using [Chronicle of Ages] to trick the collective subconscious sea, making everyone subconsciously believe his added absurdity in church scriptures that "Saint Byron equals Savior."

This divine position was about to coalesce and take form anytime.

Even a Fifth Order Legendary Assassin harboring a deep intent "to save all ’ugly’ compatriots on the West Coast" was caught unaware and fell for it on the spot.

Believing he truly experienced everything from another timeline without a single flaw.

Then the real time quickly advanced into the latter part of the night.

After Amita again tearfully said "sorry."

Below the stone bed, the bitter end Assassin who had listened to the half-night show, the 35th [Mountain Elder] Assassin, leapt out again, with a flash of mirror light.

The mirror world that had long been transformed into the base of the Assassin Sect instantly exchanged positions with the real world.