Pirate Kingship

Boom——!

The violent power ripples instantly lifted up the hot furnace crusher.

Billions of gravel turned into bullets that could easily penetrate any knight's armor, and instantly swept across a huge space of several kilometers.

A small amount of metal particles were further accelerated, rubbed against the air, and exploded into countless red fire lines, merging into a surging stream of flames.

About 90% of the firepower rushed to the front [Old Man in the Mountain] Assassin.

Although Amita on the other side subconsciously unfolded the Shadow Hole on her body that could ignore any physical and energy attacks, she was not affected at all.

Perhaps this was just a small matter for a fifth-level legend, which was roughly equivalent to Byron specially giving her the umbrella in his hand when it rained.

But this kind of thoughtfulness in details was something she had never experienced from her fiancé Assassin and all her family members.

She couldn't help but feel sweet in her heart.

Moreover, she was not as panicked as Assassin when she fought back against Byron, but instead breathed a sigh of relief:

"Even if His Majesty Saint Byron also condensed a certain priesthood, he is definitely not as good as the Sabah family who has obtained the priesthood of [Assassination] for 700 years.

Because in history, no matter how brilliant the genius is, [The Old Man in the Mountain] will always win the final victory.

I hope His Majesty Saint Byron can escape successfully this time. As long as he can escape from the mirror world, Assassin will have to give up the mission.

It doesn't matter if the promotion ceremony fails this time.

The manuscript left by the first generation said that except In addition to solving the mission target, the ritual can also be completed by solving the problem of issuing the mission. This is the best of both worlds.

His Majesty Saint Byron is so considerate and gentle, and he will definitely let the believers of the Holy Spirit Church live a good life.

If there is an accident later, maybe I can pretend to be held hostage by him and take His Majesty Saint Byron to escape from the kingdom of God.

The only question now is, will Assassin really care about my life or death? "

Thinking of the fiancé who "sacrificed" himself without hesitation in order to achieve a demigod, Amita actually had a vague answer that she was not willing to believe.

The scale in her heart also gradually shifted towards Byron.

After all, liberating the people is her own obsession, not Assassin's. If she is worthless in his eyes, how can she expect him to implement her own ideas?

Although the princess is timid, it does not mean that she is not smart, but she lacks experience.

However, the girl thought well for Byron, but she did not expect that the development of the next thing was completely beyond her expectations.

Assassin, the 35th generation old man in the mountain, was not taken care of like her. Facing Byron's casual attack, he immediately drove the yellow sand around him to form a pair of half-closed arms to protect him firmly in the middle.

After a burst of "crackling" sparks, he was not injured, but the skull mask on his face and a small piece of black robe were torn by the "stray bullet".

Amita knew that his strange equipment came with the effect of changing the shape and instant camouflage, which could modify up to 50% on the original basis.

As the camouflage failed, the true face below was naturally revealed, which no one, including Amita's fiancée, had ever seen in full.

"Hiss——! Assassin you"

Although the "ugliest princess" grew up with Assassin since childhood, it was not until this time that she realized that even what she saw was only his disguised appearance.

The real 35th generation old man in the mountain was actually a thin and short dwarf like an eight or nine-year-old child, with a wrinkled face and a very anxious look.

In the West Coast aesthetic, such a thin and small appearance has no masculinity and is simply ugly.

[The Most Beautiful Princess] Kazaar and [The Ugliest Princess] Amita are just distorted aesthetic issues. It is understandable that there will be differences in the eyes of different people.

But he can't blame society for his situation.

Whether it is the East Coast or the West Coast, the aesthetics of both sides are not involved. It is really ugly.

As the smoke and dust dispersed, Byron also walked out step by step, raised his eyebrows:

"So abstract, so short, so small.

I think I know why you hate handsome men so much. If I look like you, I will definitely hate it too.

I guess you must not have experienced what it feels like to be voluntarily exempted by those service staff when you go to the brothel for entertainment?"

After being refined by the furnace once, his height grew to two meters and five.

His posture is as straight as a javelin, his shoulders are broad, like an exquisite marble sculpture, but his skin is very white, with a jade-like glow, and his facial features are three-dimensional, handsome and heroic.

His eyes flashed with majestic golden light, and his chest, arms, lower abdomen, thighs, and every muscle line on his body was just right.

If I use one word to describe it, it would be biological perfection.

It was as if a diamond that was already very valuable was carefully polished and cut into the most dazzling treasure.

After Byron emptied Assassin's inventory, in addition to allowing this veteran liar to successfully condense the [Fraud] priesthood, his physical fitness was also enhanced by at least 20%.

He was so powerful that he could activate the life force field that the [Mother of Monsters] and the [Goddess of Harvest] had obtained by "eating" to gather people.

What just defeated the furnace crusher was only the purest physical strength.

"Ah!"

Amita had just seen Assassin's true face, which was hard to describe in words, and immediately a peerless handsome man came to clean her eyes.

She admired Byron's perfect body without blinking, and it took a long time before she suddenly reacted and covered her eyes with her hands.

Then she realized that she had measured his length in person a long time ago, so there was no need to hide it.

So she put down her fingers and separated her two hands that had no covering effect at all, and admired it openly, and commented silently:

"The increase in special length seems to be the same as the increase in height from two meters to two and a half meters."

But compared with her, Assassin, who broke the disguise, was not only a different person in appearance, but also in personality.

The background color of human nature faded, and a cold breath emanated from his body.

Assassin no longer entangled why Byron could resist his [Desert Sabre] even after being sucked dry by Amita.

Even his fiancée, who had just paid much attention to him flirting with him, turned a blind eye to him, and his eyes fell on Byron's face like a blade:

"Short? Humph, when your head falls, you will naturally see how tall I am!

The 35th Assassin, return!"

As soon as the voice fell, the whole world responded, and the 35 anchor chains extending from the [Assassination] priesthood were instantly tightened and twisted into one strand.

The halo above the head of the 35th generation old man in the mountain suddenly turned into a black and red color like coagulated blood.

That was the spiritual realm before "all things return to one" "God's vision·God's descent".

But if you look closely, you will find that the "God" halo born from its own divinity is actually composed of dozens of miniature blood-red skulls.

The most powerful and the oldest one among them suddenly sank and drilled into the brain of the 35th generation [Old Man in the Mountain].

Hu——!

Assassin's eyes turned blood red, and his aura changed drastically. The wind of spirituality blew the sand dunes and the blade mountain, and the entire sand sea rolled up a fierce sandstorm with him as the center.

At this time, the magic [Desert Sabre] seemed to have welcomed its true master, and exerted its original extraordinary power.

In the dim vision, Byron and Amita could see dozens of male heroes dressed as assassins appearing behind [The Old Man in the Mountain].

All of them had no faces, and the face of the person behind was embedded in the back of the head of the person in front, one after another, forming a long centipede.

It floated in the air like it had no weight, dancing with its limbs and baring its teeth and claws.

The centipede lit up with extremely strong divine auras from head to tail, and then spread to the entire kingdom of God, echoing with the priesthood above its head.

Byron had seen countless weird things, but this was the first time he had encountered something so weird, and the [Ship Log] immediately helped him read the information.

"The so-called 35th generation of Assassins is like this?!

The inheritance of the Assassins from generation to generation by the "Old Man in the Mountain" is just an appearance. In essence, the ancestors of the Sabah family have never completely died.

Although the mortal body has collapsed, their spirituality, knowledge, and magic skills have been permanently passed down through titles and assassination priesthoods, making the Assassins of later generations stronger and stronger.

Therefore, even though their Sabah family does not have a king title, fifth-level legends are born from generation to generation, and the magic skills of each generation are similar, all of them are desert sabers.

It's just that everyone who has seen it is dead, so they can't find the difference. Normal.

The humanity and animality of the descendants of the Sabah family may still belong to the living contemporary [Old Man in the Mountain], but the divinity has long become the collection of all the ancestors before.

This is no longer a human being, but a human-shaped container that carries the entire Assassin family and the assassination priesthood.

Others have only four generations of reincarnation, but you have done it for 34 generations?

The accumulation of 35 generations is only to achieve one goal. The mentality and means of the first generation [Old Man in the Mountain] Hassan Sabah are really amazing! "

Byron analyzed the current state of the Old Man in the Mountain from the perspective of mysticism, and was just amazed in his heart.

On the other hand, Amita, who has the deepest understanding of the Assassins and has also figured out this point, is trembling all over.

"It turns out that the real inheritance of the [Old Man in the Mountain] is not just the title, but the soul of 35 generations!

Marrying an Assassin is equivalent to marrying the Sabah family that has lasted for 700 years, and future generations will continue to be puppets of the will of their ancestors!"

When Amita thought about almost marrying 35 "Assassins" at the same time and giving birth to 36 "Assassins" at once, goose bumps kept popping up on her fair skin, and she couldn't wipe them off no matter how hard she tried.

This kind of thing is too perverted even in the eyes of perverts, let alone a simple girl like her who grew up in an extremely conservative environment?

Assassins, no, it should be said that all 35 generations of [Old Man in the Mountain] whose will has descended again, but ignored her thoughts.

He whispered: "Desert Sabre, Divine Burst, Divine Burst, Die--!"

The body merged into the sea of ​​sand like flowing water, rolling up the endless yellow sand under his feet and turning into a giant centipede with no tail visible.

At this time, the entire desert became a part of his body.

A pair of insect eyes revealed a cold and ruthless look like a cold-blooded animal. No trace of humanity could be found anymore, but the light of divinity became stronger and stronger.

The accumulation of thirty-five generations was extremely shocking. No normal fifth-level legend or false god could reach this scale.

Byron looked at him and shook his head, sighing with some grief:

"For a pure god of fire and light like Ahura Mazda, the essence of his existence is in violent conflict with the Sea of ​​Essence.

After being defeated, he was soaked in the Sea of ​​Essence, and there was no kingdom of God with a similar road to him that could be attracted to him to break the closed system and achieve anti-entropy.

I'm afraid he would have completely perished hundreds of years ago.

He didn't even have the opportunity to imitate Horus, the God of the Sky, to change his main priesthood and reshape himself."

"Now look at the Assassins' deliberate planning and you will know that he had completely collapsed seven hundred years ago. [Assassination] The priesthood also accidentally drifted into the material world through the world cracks.

The first generation of the old man in the mountains was able to create the assassin profession, and 80% of it was contaminated by the immortal divinity left in the priesthood. Rather than saying that this is the ascension ceremony of the Sabah family, it is better to say that it is the resurrection ceremony of the [Dark God].

It’s just that the resurrected one is no longer the Dark God himself, but the fusion of Him and the Sabah family, which is the lowest quality resurrection of the old god. "

Hua La La.

As the giant centipede body stirred, a quicksand vortex formed with Byron as the center, and a huge mouth full of sharp teeth appeared at the bottom of the vortex.

Countless quicksands poured down, and by the way, Byron, who was "caught off guard", was also involved.

The entire desert was spinning at high speed, and billions of tons of sand and gravel pressed down, as if this desert centipede was chewing desperately.

After just a few breaths.

Amita outside clearly felt that the powerful and incomparable life breath came to an abrupt end and completely disappeared in the desert.

At the same time, all seven round crescent scimitars on the head lit up.

This means that the assassination was declared a success, and Saint Byron, the emperor of the North Sea Empire, fell!

"No——!"

After losing the only man who appreciated her and recognized her, Amita felt that her heart was torn apart instantly.

The intense pain made her no longer care about her position as a high-ranking member of the Assassins, and she fell to the ground and cried bitterly.

It is true: childhood sweethearts finally turned against each other, and seeing Byron ruined her life!

Unfortunately, what made her more painful was yet to come.

After eating Byron, the desert centipede did not stop, but slowly raised its upper body in front of Amita.

Everyone who has lived in the wild knows that this is the posture of the centipede before attacking!

It was not until she was shrouded by a huge shadow that Amita slowly raised her head in a daze.

Tears still couldn't stop flowing across her cheeks, "pat pat pat" falling on the sand, and were instantly sucked dry.

The face of the 35th generation Assassin appeared on the forehead of the desert centipede, and he said to her with a sneer on his face:

"With 34 generations of [Old Man in the Mountain] as the backing, no one can compete with the Sabah family in terms of ancestors.

As you can see, we are always the winners in the end.

The last assassination mission has been completed, and I am too lazy to play house games with you anymore.

To tell you the truth, we Assassins will inherit the legacy of [God of Darkness] Angola and become the demigod [God of Assassination] who rules the entire West Coast.

But it is precisely because the two-faced God of Light once left a belief anchor in the collective subconscious of this land that everyone has a quirk, which is also a two-faced relationship.

Do you think I will not accept this legacy and destroy the existing faith ranch just to save a group of untouchables for the sake of fairness and justice?

When did you have the illusion that I would really help you?

Amita, you are so naive that it's funny!"

Bang!

As soon as the voice fell, a crisp sound came from the body of the ugliest princess who fell to the ground, as if something suddenly broke.

Her pair of dull emerald eyes suddenly became gray and empty.

The only one who recognized her death was horrible, and the "fiancé" who had invested all his hopes denied everything about her when the truth was revealed, and even stepped on her hard.

The expression on the girl's face was like a beautiful porcelain doll that was completely broken, and she murmured:

"I don't want to be king, I just want everyone to be free from discrimination and live like a human being."

As the "ugliest princess" who was looked down upon, she struggled for so long in the Zoroastrian Empire, but even such a humble wish was coldly extinguished and ridiculed.

Deep despair instantly enveloped Amita.

So much so that her body exuded a strong black gas from the inside out, which turned into an anchor chain in the sky, connecting her to the assassination priesthood above her head.

Seeing this scene, Assassin not only had no pity, but laughed out loud:

"The key medium that can deceive the immortal divinity and allow me to retain my self to the greatest extent and digest the priesthood smoothly, finally succeeded!"

Amita has the title of [Ugliest Princess], which means that she is the closest to [Dark God].

In addition to being extremely beautiful, the profession of assassin seems to be created for her by nature, and her talent is so good that it makes all those who know about it jealous and crazy.

Not only can she learn any professional ability once, but others need to hold a specific promotion ceremony every time they are promoted to a higher rank, but she doesn't need it at all.

She doesn't need to do anything. When she reaches the corresponding sequence threshold, she can naturally cross it after sleeping.

Until now, let alone executing any serial assassination cases, she has not even killed a few people. She is completely a flower assassin grown in a greenhouse.

She is also used by ambitious people because she is essentially a big tonic prepared by the [Old Man in the Mountain] for herself or her descendants.

Swoosh——!

So, when the desert centipede opened its big mouth and bit her, ready to swallow her in one bite.

Amita, with empty eyes, recalled what Assassin said when he persuaded her to use the beauty trick on Byron:

"You will gain eternal life in my kingdom of God, and I will love you as before.

We will also live together forever in our paradise."

It suddenly dawned on me that what he meant by "living together forever" was in his stomach.

From the beginning, there was no family affection, no friendship, no love, and no recognition, only naked exploitation!

Then, her eyes went dark, and the figure of the only man in her life inexplicably emerged in her mind. He was handsome and handsome, emitting warm holy light all over his body, and was smiling at her.

The girl also looked up at him, trying to wipe away her tears, her mouth curled up, and her smile was beautiful:

"This is good. Being able to die with His Majesty Saint Byron is probably the last good fortune in my tragic life, right?"

However.

The pain of being bitten and eaten by the centipede did not come for a long time.

On the contrary, the figure in front of her became clearer and clearer.

Until he slowly walked in front of her, like last night, stretched out his hand with a handkerchief to help her wipe away the tears that could not be stopped, and smiled warmly:

"Although Miss Amita's crying is also beautiful, I still hope that a beautiful girl like you will never shed tears again in this life."

Amita sat there in a daze, until she felt the warmth of Byron's fingertips, she came back to her senses with a start, stared at him for a while, and suddenly stood up and threw herself into his arms.

She sobbed:

"Your Majesty Saint Byron, you are not dead? Am I dreaming? Woo woo woo."

Even though she lived in the subtropical Gobi Desert, this girl seemed to be made of water, crying at any time.

Byron gently patted her thin back, smiled and comforted her:

"Be good, don't cry. Didn't I say that I have condensed the [Fraud] priesthood and want to show what is the real 'nothing can be permanent, and means are not shackled'?

When did you have the illusion that it was not a fraud just now?

Isn't it a blessing to recognize the true face of Assassin?"

Assassin also said something similar.

"When did you have the illusion that I would really help you?"

But one of them made her fall into despair and threw her into the abyss; the other rekindled her hope and redemption, and this emotion was extremely strong after hitting the bottom and rebounding.

Instantly, infinite happiness filled the girl's heart, and an extremely thick anchor chain quietly formed between her and Byron.

Compared to Byron, who had tens of millions of anchor chains anchored on his body, Amita was so clean that it was terrible. In addition to the anchor with the Silver Law, Byron was her only one!

After a long while, Amita regained her composure and pursed her lips:

"Excuse me, Saint Byron, can you please put on your clothes first?"

[Fraud] No matter how long the illusion space dominated by the six senses has passed, it is only a moment outside.

When Byron broke the furnace crusher, he activated the newly acquired priesthood, and now he is naturally still in a damaged state.

"Ahem."

Byron turned his body and put on the spare navy uniform again. The uniform automatically adjusted its size to fit his height of two meters and five.

Amita did not avoid Byron, removed the close-fitting [Shadow Cave], and restored the original desert style dress of red skirt and red scarf.

In the wind and sand opposite, Assassin was standing there with his eyes closed like a stone pillar.

But the expression on his face was very rich, and I don't know if he has been promoted to a demigod in his dream.

When Amita saw this "fiancé" who played with her feelings and obsessions like a monkey again, she was once again filled with rolling black air.

In the real world, he was anchored to the [Assassination] priesthood.

Once the darkening of the soul occurs, it is difficult to return to the past even if it is compensated.

However, for this little white flower, this transformation is not necessarily a bad thing.

A black hidden blade appeared in his hand, and he walked forward without hesitation.

Puff! Puff!

Blood splattered on the spot.

He stabbed Assassin 27 times with the hidden blade, and each sword avoided the fatal vitals, but it made him extremely painful.

"Ah--!"

When he was stabbed with the first sword, the intense pain had already awakened Assassin from his dream.

It's a pity that he didn't summon 34 ancestors in the real world, nor did he complete the assassination ritual. At this time, he had completely lost his resistance.

He used up all the potions in the storage of the wonders to survive. He probably needed to lie here and wail for three days and three nights before he died of excessive bleeding.

And the pain on his body was far less than the despair of a shattered dream.

"No——! This is not true, my throne!

Amita, you bitch, you didn't attack Saint Byron from the beginning, right? How dare you harm me!

The emperor is a creature more ruthless than an assassin, you will not have a good end!"

This time it was Assassin who was wailing on the ground in despair instead of Amita.

He lost his fiancée, the assassination failed, the ritual failed, and the [assassination] priesthood was stripped.

The hopes of 35 generations were shattered, and the Sabah family fell into dust completely, with no possibility of continuation.