Chapter 1406 - 651: When Did You Get the Illusion That It Wasn’t Deceit Just Now? (2)

She stared without blinking, silently admiring Byron’s perfect body for quite a while before suddenly coming back to herself, letting out a cry and covering her eyes with both small hands.

Then she realized she’d already personally measured his length long ago, so there was absolutely no need to play coy anymore.

So she lowered her hands again, spreading those two little palms that had no blocking effect at all, openly admiring him while quietly commenting:

"The length boost seems about the same as going from two meters to two-point-five in height."

But compared to her, the unmasked Assassin wasn’t just different on the outside—his personality seemed to have changed into a completely different person as well.

The underlying hue of his Human Nature faded, and a cold aura spread from his whole body.

The Assassin no longer bothered to puzzle over how Byron could still withstand his [Desert Saber] even after being sucked dry by Amita.

Even the fiancée he’d cared about so much just moments ago, flirting and bickering with Byron, was now completely ignored. His gaze fell on Byron’s face like a blade:

"Short? Hmph. Once your head hits the sand, you’ll naturally see how tall I truly am!

The 35th-generation Assassin, returns!"

As his words fell, the entire world responded. Thirty-five anchor-chains extending from the Assassination Divine Position snapped taut in an instant, then twisted into a single strand.

The halo above the 35th Mountain Elder’s head abruptly turned into a black-red color like congealed blood.

That was the Mind Realm of "Divine Vision·Heavenly God Descent" before "Unity of All Things".

But if you looked closely, you’d see that the "Heavenly God" halo birthed from his own Divinity was actually made up of dozens of miniature blood-red skulls.

The strongest and oldest one among them suddenly sank, drilling straight into the brain of the 35th [Mountain Elder].

Whoosh—!

The Assassin’s eyes turned blood-red, and his aura changed dramatically. Spiritual Wind whipped over dunes and blade-hills, the entire sea of sand surging into a fierce sandstorm centered on him.

The Strange Art [Desert Saber] only now seemed to have welcomed its true master, finally unleashing the transcendent Might it had possessed all along.

In the dim, yellowed field of vision, Byron and Amita both saw dozens of male Heroic Spirits dressed like assassins appear behind the [Mountain Elder].

None of them had faces; each man’s face was fused into the back of the head of the one in front, one after another, forming a long Centipede.

It floated in midair like it had no weight, limbs dancing, claws and fangs flailing wildly.

From head to tail, the Centipede lit up with an extreme, blazing Divine Aura in sequence, which then spread through the entire Divine Kingdom, echoing the Divine Position overhead.

Byron had seen more than his share of freakish things, but this was the first time he’d encountered something this outlandishly twisted. The Sailing Logbook promptly helped him read the information.

"So this is what the so-called 35th-generation Assassin really is?!"

"The one generation after another [Mountain Elder] Assassin inheritance is only a façade. In essence, the ancestors of the Sabah family have never truly died."

"Though the mortal flesh collapses, their own Spirituality, knowledge, Strange Arts... are permanently transmitted through their title and the Assassination Divine Position, making each generation of Assassins stronger than the last."

"So even though the Sabah family never possessed a Kingly Title, Fifth Order Legends have been born in every single generation, and each generation’s Strange Arts are almost identical—all Desert Saber."

"It’s just that everyone who’s seen it ended up dead, so no one ever discovered the anomaly."

"The Human Nature and Beastliness of the Sabah descendants may still belong to the living, current [Mountain Elder], but their Divinity has long since turned into the collective of all previous ancestors."

"This can no longer be called human; it’s a humanoid vessel carrying the entire Assassin family and the Assassination Divine Position."

"Other people’s Impure Land reincarnation only goes to four generations, but you went and stacked up all thirty-four?"

"The accumulation of thirty-five generations all to realize a single goal—this first-generation [Mountain Elder] Hassan Sabah’s Temperament and methods are downright terrifying!"

Byron analyzed the Mountain Elder’s current state from the angle of Mysticism, feeling only a kind of astonished admiration in his heart.

On the other side, Amita, who understood the Assassin Sect best and had realized the same thing, was trembling all over.

"So the true inheritance of the [Mountain Elder] is not just the title, but the souls of thirty-five generations!"

"Marrying an Assassin is equivalent to marrying the Sabah family that’s endured for seven hundred years; our descendants will continue to be puppets of their ancestors’ will!"

The moment she thought about how she’d nearly married thirty-five "Assassins" at once and then in one go given birth to thirty-six "Assassins", goosebumps exploded across Amita’s fair skin, popping up again and again no matter how she tried to smooth them away.

Even in the eyes of a pervert, this kind of thing would be far too perverse, let alone for a pure girl raised in an extremely conservative environment like her?

The Assassin—or rather, all thirty-five generations of [Mountain Elder] whose will had descended anew—paid no attention to her thoughts.

He barked out a low roar: "Desert Saber, Divinity eruption—die—!"

His body flowed into the sea of sand like running water, stirring up endless yellow sand underfoot and shaping it into a gigantic Centipede whose tail could not be seen.

At this point, the entire desert had become part of his body.

A pair of insect eyes gleamed with the cold, ruthless gaze of a cold-blooded Animal, with no trace of Human Nature left at all, while the light of Divinity burned ever brighter.

The terrifying accumulation of thirty-five generations was beyond belief; no normal Fifth Order Legendary or Pseudo-God could reach this scale.

Byron watched him and shook his head, letting out a sigh tinged with the sadness of seeing a fellow creature fall:

"A purely Fire God, Light God like [Light God] Ahura Mazda, whose fundamental nature is violently at odds with the Sea of Origin Matter.