Chapter 1402 - 650: Byron Forged in the Desert Furnace, Divine Position of Deceit Finally Obtained (Part 2)

Before marriage, adhering strictly to religious law, not even holding hands; this time, she felt she should continue to follow the law even more strictly.

"This girl, poisoned by feudal etiquette, is truly pure and cute."

Amita, with zero experience, might not understand her current state, but Byron was fully aware.

The reasoning is not complex.

It is said there exists a shortcut to the deepest part of a woman’s heart, and they especially hold special feelings for their first man.

Now, Amita is unaware that nothing has happened between them, naturally also developing such feelings.

The more beautiful a woman, the more deceitful she can be; the same goes for handsome men.

Fortunately, Byron’s ambitions lay elsewhere; if he let loose and played to his talents, any playboy claiming not to be touched by countless flowers would be insignificant before him.

At this moment, he activated the [Reform] divine position, proactively suppressing his own vitality, disguising himself to look exactly like when he was drained in another timeline.

Pale skin, emaciated body, dark circles under the eyes, legs trembling, barely able to stand against a gust of wind.

If others attempted to pursue their limits and squeeze their potential like him, they would have already turned into a dried corpse.

Only he can break through limits and fully revive time and again.

Among those still alive in this world, no one understands better than him what it means to be... emptied!

Meanwhile, Byron also figured out the cause and effect on another timeline.

The Assassin Sect received an assassination commission from an unknown client, skillfully using a series of seven world-shocking assassinations, completing their demigod promotion ceremony.

He looked up at the [Assassination] divine position in the sky, as well as the completely sealed Divine Kingdom, and revealed a strange smile on his face:

"What a genius idea and assassination plan!

Locking me in such a place, how is it different from locking a mouse in a rice jar?

Intelligence is the life of an assassin, and you, my friend, my most beloved transportation captain, have sent Mr. Assassin’s fiancée and ancestral divine position, Divine Kingdom to me."

Then, he winked at Amita, who was swiftly retreating after pushing him away.

He activated the [Halo of the Great Benefactor] above him and, like a scoundrel, said with a face full of deep affection and unrivaled smoothness:

"Amita, my promise to you still holds, and I will definitely take you with me when I leave, even help you transform the West Coast.

Because I know, it’s out of kindness that you were exploited by bad people, and I won’t blame you."

It must be noted, Amita is not only a princess of the Fire Worship Empire but also a high-ranking member of the Assassin Sect, second only to the [Mountain Elder], and a perfect candidate for the Dark God of Ancient Zoroastrianism.

An absolutely rare treasure!

In Byron’s eyes, the value of such a character far exceeds any simple [Assassination] divine position.

Even if not to be used as a lover or personal maid, she must at least be developed into a core follower; she definitely qualifies to become the Archbishop of the Holy Spirit Sect on the West Coast diocese.

Moreover, her upbringing in such conditions made this [ugliest princess] simple, sensitive, very insecure, and extremely lacking in love.

Her greatest obsession is to shelter others in similar circumstances with an umbrella, as she once stood in the rain, which is why she has stayed in the Fire Worship Empire.

For a professional swindler like Byron, such a girl is riddled with vulnerabilities.

There’s simply no need to use any plots or schemes.

Merely acknowledging her beauty, confirming her ideals, and being willing to help her achieve the goal of liberating "ugly" kin would make her his most devoted follower.

"Ah!"

Growing up in an extremely conservative environment, how could Amita have ever encountered such heart-stealing tactics from Byron learned from melodramatic TV dramas, drawing countless tears?

She felt an inescapable joy rising in her heart, her incredibly beautiful face slowly becoming lost.

"He said I am kind and won’t blame me?

Indeed, His Majesty Saint Byron is as broad-minded as the legends say, harboring no personal enemies.

In contrast, although he grew up with me, the vengeful and blood-soaked Assassin hardly resembles a benevolent God and Monarch.

Though Assassin is my only friend and spiritual kin.

But am I really doing the right thing? Would the clansmen truly be happier under the Assassin’s rule?

Yet, in this Mirror World where the [War Chains] of the Gladiator are fixed, no one can escape before victory or defeat is decided, and it’s all too late."

Guilt deepened in her emerald eyes.

Losing and gaining, she looked upon Byron’s face, far more handsome than Assassin’s, though a bit pale, and couldn’t help but become mesmerized.

A thought arose in her mind: "If only I had met him first," startling even herself.

"Die—!"

Assassin saw Byron flirting with his fiancée as if no one else was present, and Amita, in turn, did not seize the chance to strike Byron.

Even though the Beauty Trap and the fiancée were pushed into Byron’s arms by him, it did not hinder his current intense anger, wanting only to eliminate Byron immediately.

A blood-red halo blasted open behind his head, his body flashing with divine light, while he slapped the rolling yellow sand underfoot and his hands turned to sand.

Great waves surged beneath his feet, the sand on the crests transforming into invincible sabers, with sharp cries filling the Divine Kingdom.

A hundred times sharper than diamond sand water guns used for cutting special glass.

Screech—!

The mountain peaks in the desert were just caught in the crossfire, instantly being sliced in half, with the upper halves of the mountains sliding down the smooth blades with a booming crash.