Chapter 812: Chapter 36: Upheaval in the Capital (Part 4)
In the center of Shadow Mist City, within the royal palace area, a blazing gold fire shot straight into the sky. Every creature within the barriers could witness that towering pillar of flame, and the terrifying high temperatures swept through the entire Inner City District upon its appearance. Be it knights or beasts, they halted their actions; the former focused on defending against the shockwaves from the commander’s battle, while the latter turned to ashes upon seeing the firelight.
The assassin in the White Stone District marveled inwardly, but not because of the Holy Fire. He wished he were in the Inner City District. He wished it were him facing the Radiant.
Yes, he would rather fight against the Knight Order’s commander than stay here. Because the strength of some people can be understood…
While the mere existence of others is an insurmountable chasm.
Cold sweat seeped beneath the assassin’s mask, the short dagger still in his hand, yet it seemed meaningless. Three seconds earlier, he had blocked Alandia Helisen’s path, using the power bestowed by the commander. The drama-directed Creation Realm merged with his own “character,” creating an imagined world that could only take shape in Situ Yi’s drama, a power that reached the domain of authority. Even against a Resurrection Mage, the assassin had ample confidence to hold them back; against a newcomer to the Creation Realm, he could even boast victory.
Yet upon unfolding the world, the assassin realized everyone had estimated wrongly: the Dawn Knight could not be judged by common sense. Because at the moment they touched her with the drama-directed creation… it shattered like dust!
Alleyways and blood illusions vanished like bubbles, the world of slaughter dissolved completely. Reality played a small joke on the assassin; the encounter three seconds earlier seemed like a silent mockery. But the assassin had no time for self-disgust, as he was battling the knight in a race against time.
The frequent sound of metal being shattered was as steady as rain; his weapons continually smashed by the Dawn Knight’s longsword, the fragments of his weapons scattered in the wind, like butterflies shedding their scales over the battlefield. The assassin’s two blades shattered with a single swing, and the black-cloaked Cain raised a butcher knife to strike from behind the Dawn Knight. Blood-stained blades condensed the essence of slaughter, an elevated authority within the directed drama capable of ending any intelligent life!
“Sword.”
Yet the Dawn Knight did not turn around; she merely conjured another longsword. The blade descended from above, its light brilliant as stars. The butcher knife shattered completely upon impact, the second longsword pierced Cain’s chest, and then the sword fell like rain, nailing him to the mountain.
“…Hah…!”
The assassin exhaled a murky breath, the excessive pressure soaking his garments in sweat. The commander’s judgment was wrong, everyone’s understanding was wrong. Merely hiding from her perception and thinking they could contend with her – this notion now seemed utterly absurd. They should never have considered such a trifle as reference, no, they should never have presumed to understand her existence.
The scale of this person’s existence is on a different level compared to the usual “Creator Realm Mage”!
“Even the world doesn’t want to unfold? The illustrious Dawn Knight also enjoys a game of cat and mouse.”
The slaughter was completely destroyed, and the assassin’s spirit nearly shattered. At this moment, the assassin couldn’t even employ the Impermanence Skill; he endured the pain, bluffing only out of habit without truly hoping to delay, yet the Dawn Knight actually responded.
“Unfolding my world in Shadow Mist City could lead to irreversible barrier damage.”
The assassin nearly laughed aloud; he fully comprehended Jane Della’s feelings.
There was nothing left to say.
Neither arrogance nor rigidity. Just simply overwhelming strength…
Alandia Helisen raised her longsword, executing a simple and honest chop. Unblockable, unavoidable; if he had initially employed a pseudo-Creation Realm perhaps he could have lasted longer, but in the end, survival was impossible.
This blow was the absolute limit, the destined conclusion to life.
He thought he was powerless having failed to lure her into a trap; not witnessing the city burn was a bit disappointing… Yet ultimately everyone meets their end, and dying under the Dawn Knight’s sword could be considered a worthy conclusion.
“…Ah, helpless!”
The assassin laughed, swinging his knife once more, meeting his end with a joyful attitude!
The short dagger was shattered by the longsword; the blade thrust at the assassin’s mask, seeming like an ordinary strike yet hidden with power beyond authority. But the sword’s trajectory shifted unexpectedly; the exceedingly powerful strike veered off course because a third party’s fist struck the sword from the side!
A black-cloaked child leapt onto the battlefield, like a shadow piercing into the light. In an instant, they exchanged blows no fewer than a hundred times, until the assassin fell seated on the ground and finally a temporary separation ensued. The Dawn Knight’s longsword remained unharmed, while countless bloodscars blossomed on the black-cloaked child’s hand and forearm, the wounds deep enough to reveal bone. The Hidden Law Master casually flicked away the blood, speaking in a low voice: “What are you doing? Stand up!”
The assassin hurriedly stood up, grinning sheepishly: “Sorry boss, not slacking off – it’s just that the enemy is too strong, I can’t beat them.”
Alandia paid no mind to this man’s jesting; her focus was entirely on the black-cloaked child standing boldly across from her, unmasked. Analyzing the earlier confrontation, she drew a conclusion in an instant.
“Incorporating eternal reason into the body, the final stage of the Heavenly Return Skill, you are the one who destroyed the armor.”
“Incomplete final stage, just a half-baked effort now.”