Chapter 1407 - 651: When Did You Start to Think That Wasn’t Deceit?

After being defeated and then soaked in the Sea of Origin Matter, plus lacking a Divine Kingdom with a similar path to attract Him, breaking the closed system and achieving Entropy Reversal,

I’m afraid that He would have completely perished a few centuries earlier.

Even the opportunity to emulate Horus, the Sky God, to switch the Main Divine Position and reshape Himself would not exist."

"Now, looking at the painstaking planning of the Assassin Sect, it is clear that He has completely collapsed as early as seven hundred years ago, and the Assassination Divine Position unexpectedly drifted to the Material World through the World Rift.

The first Mountain Elder was able to establish the Assassin Profession, most likely already polluted by the remaining Immortal Divinity in the Divine Position.

Rather than saying this is the Sabah Family’s Apotheosis Ritual, it is better to say it is the resurrection ritual of the Dark God.

However, what resurrects is no longer the Dark God Himself, but a fusion of Him and the Sabah Family, which counts as the poorest resurrection of the Old Gods."

Rustle...

As the gigantic Centipede stirred its body, it formed a whirlpool of quicksand centered on Byron, with a colossal mouth full of sharp teeth appearing at the lowest point of the whirlpool.

Countless quicksand poured down, incidentally sweeping up the "unprepared" Byron into it.

The entire desert rotated rapidly, hundreds of millions of tons of sand and stones pressed down, as if the desert centipede were desperately chewing.

In just a few breaths.

Outside, Amita clearly felt that powerful and unparalleled life force abruptly cease, completely vanishing from the desert.

At the same time, all seven crescent moons above her head lit up.

This meant the assassination was declared successful; Emperor Saint Byron of the North Sea Empire had thus fallen!

"No—!"

Having lost the first man to admire and recognize her, Amita felt as if her heart were torn apart in an instant.

The intense pain made her completely disregard her position in the upper echelons of the Assassin Sect, collapsing on the ground and bursting into tears.

Indeed: Childhood friends ultimately turned against each other, one encounter with Byron ruined the rest of her life!

Unfortunately, what caused her even more pain was still to come.

After devouring Byron, the desert centipede did not halt its actions but slowly raised its upper body in front of Amita.

Anyone who has lived in the wilderness knows this is the stance of the centipede before attacking!

Until she was shrouded in a gigantic shadow, Amita looked up blankly and slowly.

Tears still slipped uncontrollably down her cheeks, "drip drip" falling on the sand and instantly absorbed.

The forehead of the desert centipede showed the face of the 35th generation Assassin, mocking her:

"With full support of 34 generations of Mountain Elders behind us, no one can compete with the Sabah Family when it comes to ancestors.

As you see, the one who ultimately prevails is always us.

The final assassination task is complete, and I’m too lazy to play house games with you anymore.

To be frank, we Assassins will inherit the legacy of the Dark God, Angola, becoming the demigod Assassination God ruling the entire West Coast.

But precisely because the Light God who is two-sided left an Anchoring of Faith in the collective unconsciousness of this land, causing everyone to have peculiarities; this is also a two-sided relationship.

Do you think I wouldn’t seize this legacy, self-destructing the ready-made faith pastures just for the dogskin of fairness and justice to save a mere group of lowly people?

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

Amita, you are naive to the point of ridicule!"

Bang!

As soon as the words finished, a crunch sounded from within the ugliest princess sitting on the ground, as if something suddenly snapped.

The once bright green eyes instantly dimmed, hollow.

The only one who acknowledged her, died miserably, and the "fiancé" she once pinned all her hopes on not only denied her everything at the critical moment but also trampled her ruthlessly.

The expression on the girl’s face was like a delicately crafted porcelain doll thoroughly ruined, muttering:

"I do not seek to rule or dominate, just want everyone not to be discriminated against, to live like a human being..."

As the "ugliest princess" who endured scorn, struggling bitterly in the Fire Worship Empire for so long, even such a humble wish was cruelly extinguished, full of ridicule.

Immense despair immediately engulfed Amita.

Her body emitted thick black aura from inside out, forming anchoring chains in the sky, connecting her to the Assassination Divine Position above.

Upon seeing this, the Assassin not only showed no pity, but laughed boisterously:

"Finally succeeded being able to deceive Immortal Divinity, allowing me to retain the maximum self and smoothly digest the divine position’s key medium!"

Amita, known as the [ugliest princess], meant she was the closest to the [Dark God].

Besides being exceedingly beautiful, the Assassin profession seemed naturally created for her, a talent so great it drove all who knew crazy with jealousy.

Any professional ability she learned instantly, while others needed specific promotion ceremonies for each Order advancement, she needed none.

Without doing anything, once reaching the Sequence threshold, she could naturally cross over just by sleeping.

To this day, not to mention executing any serial assassination cases, she hadn’t even killed many individuals, completely a flower-grown assassin in a greenhouse.

Thus, exploited by ambitious people, essentially a tonic prepared by the Mountain Elder for himself or descendants.

Whoosh—!

Thus, when the desert centipede opened its large mouth to bite, preparing to swallow her whole.

An empty-eyed Amita recalled the words the Assassin said when persuading her to use the Beauty Trap on Byron: