Chapter 61| Kill! Kill!! Kill!!!
Chapter 61: 61| Kill! Kill!! Kill!!!
Chaos erupted among the remaining assassins.
Their ambush had fallen apart in seconds, and the target they had expected to be an easy mark was slaughtering them with terrifying efficiency.
"Regroup!" the leader shouted from his elevated position. "Mages, focus fire! Melee, protect the casters!"
The remaining assassins tried to follow orders, but Andrew gave them no time to organize. He activated Predatory Rush, his movement speed increasing by thirty percent as he closed the distance to the nearest group.
Violent Strike. The attack cleaved through one assassin’s leather armor like paper, splitting him from shoulder to hip.
Thousand Cuts. A flurry of blade lights erupted from Andrew’s sword, shredding two more assassins who had been unfortunate enough to be standing close together. Their bodies collapsed in a heap of torn flesh and broken armor.
"Ahhhh!!!"
The mages panicked.
"Fuck! This guy is a demon! Run!"
One of them unleashed a barrage of ice spikes, and tried tk run while Andrew dealt with it, but Andrew simply sidestepped them, he already saw the mage about to attack and dodged before it met him, making the attack look slow and clumsy.
Another mage casted a binding spell.
"Bang!"
The ground ruptured and massive vines grew and latched around his feet.
But Andrew was already out of the spell’s area of effect before it could capture his leg.
He reached the mages and was stunned when he saw one of the mages pushed his fellow mage to him.
"S-sorry David! I will thank you in our next life."
"!!!?"
That was Andrew and the Mage’s reaction as the mage staggered and fell before him.
He looked down at the youth and asked. "Best friend?"
The youth nodded.
"You can go then."
The mage was shocked. The killing god actually let him live.
"T-thank you—"
"Cluck!" His throat split up as blood flows on the ground.
"I lied."
He ignored the betrayal in the youths eyes and transform into a crimson blur cathing up to the mage and killing him. Then killed caught up to the others and dispatched them.
In his perception, not a single one could escape.
One assassin after another collapsed. Some tried to run. Others tried to fight. A few simply fell to their knees and begged.
Andrew simply chuckled. Even if they didn’t try to kill him, he would kill them since he needed their stats points bloodline and talent.
But they attacked him, to kill him, to rob him, to take everything he had earned naturally he wouldn’t give then face.
Within minutes, fifteen assassins were dead.
The forest floor was littered with bodies, blood pooling in the gaps between tree roots.
After the battle ended, Andrew stood among the corpses and activated Ultimate Extraction.
The system chimed continuously as he moved from body to body, draining each corpse of its attributes, talents, and abilities. Strength, agility, physique, mana—each point added to his growing power.
Andrew smiled as he absorbed all their talents. Then his eyes narrowed as he glanced at a tree.
High within a nearby tree, approximately twenty meters off the ground, a bright orange heat signature appeared. It was small, cramped, and trembling.
An assassin was hiding there, pressed against the trunk of a thick oak branch, his body curled into a tight ball and he activated some sort of life saving treasure.
When he saw who it was, he almost laughed.
It was actually Greg.
Andrew recognized him immediately he had fought Greg earlier at the village when he sold the Silver equipment.
It seemed Greg had not been acting alone when he tried to bully Andrew at the stall.
’Clever,’ Andrew acknowledged mentally. ’But sadly I have this talent.’
Andrew disappeared. Shadow Dash activated, teleporting him to a position directly below the branch where Greg was hiding. In the same motion, he kicked off the tree trunk, launching himself upward with explosive force. His hand closed around a branch, and he swung himself up onto it with the grace of a cat.
Greg barely had time to react. He looked up, his eyes wide with terror, and opened his mouth to scream.
"Wait! My brother is a —"
"Cluck!"
Blood sprayed from Greg’s neck as he glare at Andrew in hatred.
"You were saying?"
Greg’s body fell from the tree, as head separated from his shoulders.
"Your brother what?"
Andrew shouted down to the tree and chuckled.
[Crimson Mark Obtained: 36]
The blood-red marks above Andrew’s head increased once again, bringing his total to thirty-six.
Andrew extracted Greg’s corpse as well, gaining a few more attribute points and a decent talent and bloodline too.
Ignoring the crimson marks, Andrew turned toward the distant mountains.
Somewhere among those peaks lay the legendary Hidden Misty Mountain.
Within its depths lay the truth behind a mortal who had once become a god.
He wanted to go there desperately but first needed to deal with stuffs in the outside world first.
Andrew felt his consciousness being violently torn away from Heaven’s Domain.
He slowly opened his eye.
The familiar white ceiling of the academy’s medical bay greeted him.
"I’m back..."
He sat upright on the hospital bed, before instinctively raising a hand to his bandaged left eye. The gauze was wrapped securely around his head, covering the empty socket where his eye used to be.
Then he froze.
"...I’m an idiot."
He slapped his forehead with the palm of his hand.
How had he forgotten something so obvious?
Although he no longer needed it, because if his SSS rank Omniscient Perception. He still needed to look normal!
However his newly fused SSS-Rank Talent, Omniscient Perception, had completely replaced ordinary vision.
Without even consciously activating it, his perception automatically spread across a radius of one kilometer passively.
Every heartbeat within that range entered his awareness.
Every breath was detectable. The steady, rhythmic breathing of the guard stationed outside the medical bay door.
Every footstep resonated within his perception.
He see and hear it all like a god staring down from above.