Chapter 1410 - 652: Subduing the Assassin Group: Using the Original to Restore the Original, That’s Authentic (Part 2)

"I never expected such a great villain, who sees everyone as tools for Ascension to Godhood and believers as cattle, to have such a fragile temperament, not even matching the lowest of the death soldiers.

If he were born in the Fire Worship Empire, he would probably have turned into a mad killer the very first day he gained power.

Dying so pleasurably, it cheapens him."

Amita was still somewhat indignant, but since the person was dead, her deeply rooted kindness stopped her from dismembering the corpse, boiling oil to light a sky lantern, or scattering the ashes into the sea to feed the fish.

She turned to Byron for instructions:

"His Majesty Saint Byron, I can eliminate all the bloodline of the Sabah family within three days.

But what should we do about the Eyrie Assassin Guild led by the Assassin Sect?

To put it bluntly, this is the top-ranking assassin group on the Silver Continent, with a lot of painstakingly trained core assassins and external spies.

They hold secrets and leverage over many significant figures, with an influence on the West Coast that’s far more exaggerated than many might imagine.

Their status within the Followers Faction is only second to the Sassanid Dynasty of the Fire Worship Empire.

In direct combat, they might not surpass a regular legion, but they could easily subvert a nation when placed behind enemy lines.

If we don’t eradicate them, how to restrain this ticking bomb is another big issue."

Byron wanted this force, so naturally, he wouldn’t waste it. Looking into Amita’s beautiful eyes, he eagerly inquired:

"Amita, would you be willing to replace the 35th generation Assassin and become the new [Mountain Elder], overseeing this force for me?"

The girl was taken aback, clearly just like she had said herself; she never harbored ambition to wield great power or control others’ fates.

However, every generation of the [Mountain Elder] never exposed their appearance to the outside world, as long as they could match the internal codes and identification system, they could fully impersonate the Mountain Elder.

For her, who grew up with the Assassins since childhood, she didn’t even need to collect the Assassin’s memories to imitate them perfectly.

"It’s just..."

She looked up at the [Assassination] Divine Position in the sky, as well as the Assassins hooked and floating back and forth like a human centipede by anchor chains, and couldn’t help but shudder hard.

Especially the 35th Mountain Elder, who, after death, was dragged up by a chain and became part of the human centipede, appearing particularly terrifying.

The original Hassan Sabah wanted to use the Divine Position to become a god but didn’t want to become a puppet entirely polluted by Immortal Divinity.

He could only choose to use quantity to combat quality, forcibly diluting the Dark God Angola’s Immortal Divinity with generations of diluted divinity.

So, the cost of inheriting the title [Mountain Elder] is self-evident.

But Amita merely hesitated slightly before nodding forcefully in agreement:

"If it’s His Majesty Saint Byron’s request, I’m willing to do anything!"

Byron knew what she was worried about and patted her shoulder with a smile:

"Rest assured, I’m not the type like the Assassin Sect, stuck on the West Coast of the continent, never daring to step out of their comfort zone to gain nourishment from the outside.

I am a pseudo-god at the pinnacle, just one step away from becoming a Demigod.

If I hadn’t controlled the Assassin’s Six Senses in advance, making them summon all the past Mountain Elders at the cost of sacrificing their human nature.

I might have had to exert more effort to defeat 35 Heroic Spirits on my own.

Now dealing with them who are only left with their Divine Aspects is completely effortless.

Watch my methods."

With a raise of the hand, the blood-colored sun in the sky was forcibly grasped by him.

The Assassination Divine Position, as if conscious, transformed into a blood-red snake, twisting and wriggling, attempting to bite fiercely at Byron’s hand, but unfortunately, even after the fangs ignited sparks, they couldn’t penetrate at all.

A branch of the [Styx of the Nether River] rolled up, pouring over the snake.

Sizzle...

"Ah, ah, ah..."

Human faces looped above, with both the Dark God and the Assassins, all opening their mouths to emit a series of piercing screams.

The Immortal Divinity of the Dark God, which took the Mountain Elders of 35 generations to painstakingly dilute, melted away in an instant, becoming nourishment for Byron.

At the same time, the legacy of all 35 Mountain Elders was refined into a [Panacea].

It gathered into a fist-sized mass of clear liquid in Byron’s palm, shimmering with a luxurious ruby-like luster.

The powerful vitality and thick sweetness released from it made Amita involuntarily swallow.

Byron slapped the Assassination Divine Position, now turned back into a sleeve sword, into the girl’s body.

"Everything that the Sabah family couldn’t achieve in 700 years has become yours today."

Amita merged perfectly with this Divine Position, without any rejection reaction.

However, feeling the comprehensive enhancement in her own power essence, she asked in some confusion:

"But, Your Majesty, why me? We’ve only actually known each other for one night."

Byron knew that reasoning with a woman is the most foolish endeavor under heaven, so he merely nodded earnestly, allowing her to continue believing, and said:

"Because you are good!

I want to save all of humanity, another like-minded [Radiant Queen] wants to save the Corridor of Truth.

Even if your vision for now can only see the salvation of the West Coast, like us, you are on the same path.

As I trust in you, I also need your strength."

Saying this, he swallowed the sizable mass of Panacea and embraced the now dizzy Amita who had just been praised, biting gently onto her swan-like soft neck.