Chapter 1405 - 651: When Did You Get the Illusion That What Just Happened Wasn’t Deceit?

Boom——!

In an instant, the violent wave of power sent the blazing Melting Furnace Crusher flying.

Billions of grains of sand transformed into bullets capable of easily penetrating any knight armor, sweeping through a massive space within a few kilometers in an instant.

A small amount of metallic particles accelerated further, rubbing against the air, exploding into countless red fire lines, converging into a surging flow of flames.

About ninety percent of this firepower directed towards the front-facing Mountain Elder, the assassin.

On the other side, Amita instinctively deployed the Shadow Nether Cave, which could ignore any physical or energy attack, yet she was completely unaffected.

Perhaps for a Fifth Order Legend, this was just a small matter, akin to Byron thoughtfully tilting his umbrella towards her during the rain.

However, this gesture of consideration in the finer details was something she had never experienced from the assassin fiancé or any family member.

She couldn’t help but feel a sweetness in her heart.

Moreover, instead of panicking like the assassin at Byron’s desperate counterattack, she let out a long sigh of relief:

"Even if His Majesty Saint Byron has also condensed some divine position, it’s absolutely inferior to the Sabah Family who has held the Divine Position of Assassination for 700 years.

Because historically, no matter how brilliant the genius faced, the Mountain Elder always wins the final victory.

Hope that His Majesty Saint Byron can successfully escape this time, as long as they escape from the Mirror World, the assassin would have to abandon the mission.

The failure of this Promotion Ceremony doesn’t matter.

The manuscript left by the first generation mentioned that, besides eliminating the target of the mission, solving the client’s problem who issued the mission also completes the ceremony, which is a win-win situation.

His Majesty Saint Byron is so considerate and gentle that he will surely make the believers of the Holy Spirit Sect live well.

If an accident occurs later, perhaps I... can pretend to be kidnapped by him and escape the Divine Kingdom together with His Majesty Saint Byron.

The only question now is, does the assassin truly care about my life or death?"

Thinking of that fiancé who sacrificed her without hesitation to achieve demigod status, Amita already has a vague answer she is unwilling to believe.

Her heart’s scales involuntarily tipped towards Byron.

After all, liberating the people is her own obsession, not the assassin’s. If she is worthless in his eyes, how can she expect him to comply with her ideology?

Although this princess is timid by nature, it doesn’t mean she isn’t smart; she’s just lacking experience.

The girl had thoughtfully considered Byron, yet she didn’t anticipate the development of events would be completely beyond her expectations.

The 35th Mountain Elder, the assassin, unlike her, wasn’t given any consideration. Facing Byron’s casual blow, he immediately drove the surrounding sand to form two semi-enclosed arms, firmly shielding him in the center.

After a burst of "crackling" sparks, although his person was unharmed, the skull mask on his face and a small section of the black robe were torn by stray bullets.

Amita knew that this miracle object he wore had effects that could change shape and instantly disguise oneself, capable of modifying up to 50% on the original foundation.

As the disguise failed, it naturally revealed the true form that no one, including his wife Amita, had ever seen in its entirety.

"Hiss——! Assassin, you..."

Although the "ugliest princess" grew up together with the assassin, only now did she realize that even the appearance she saw was merely his disguised look.

The real 35th Mountain Elder turned out to be a dwarf as thin and small as an eight or nine-year-old child, with a face wrinkled and growing very anxiously.

In the aesthetic of the West Coast, such a slender appearance had no masculine charm, utterly ugly.

Though "The Most Beautiful Princess" Kazal and "The Ugliest Princess" Amita were merely twisted aesthetic issues, differing views among different people are understandable.

His situation, however, was beyond the blame on society.

Whether it was the East Coast or the West Coast, neither aesthetic was applicable; he was genuinely ugly.

As the dust settled, Byron also stepped forward, raising his eyebrows:

"Quite abstract, quite short, quite small.

I guess I understand why you loathe handsome men so much. If I looked like you, I’d likely hate them too.

I bet you’ve never experienced a scenario where, while entertaining in the golden cave, those service staff voluntarily waived your tab, right?"

Having been refined by the furnace once, his height grew to two and a half meters.

His posture was as straight as a spear, with broad shoulders, resembling a refined marble sculpture, yet his skin was exceptionally fair, with a lustrous jade glow, features both pronounced and impeccably handsome.

Golden light flickered in his eyes, chest, arms, abdomen, thighs... every muscle line on his body was just right.

If described in a word, it would be biologically perfect.

It was as if a piece of inherently valuable raw diamond had been meticulously polished and cut, becoming the most dazzling gem.

After hollowing out the assassin’s inventory, aside from having successfully condensed the divine position of Deceit as a seasoned swindler, his physical qualities also enhanced by at least 20%.

Strong enough that a single person could activate the Life Field that originally required the collective efforts of the Mother of Monsters and Harvest Goddess, using "consumption."

What just crushed the Melting Furnace Crusher was merely the pure physical strength.

"Ah!"

Amita, who just saw the assassin’s indescribably real form, was immediately greeted by an ultimate handsome man to cleanse her eyes.