Hitman with a Badass System



The black clouds spread across the sky like a menacing blanket, blotting out the sun and casting the entire kingdom into darkness. The air grew thick and heavy, and the winds picked up, howling like a pack of wolves. The storm grew increasingly violent, lightning bolts streaking across the sky like jagged scars, and thunder shaking the very foundations of the castle.

But the sudden darkness that enveloped the kingdom was different. It was not just the absence of light, but a palpable, suffocating darkness that seemed to smother everything in its path. Even the brightest lights flickered and dimmed, unable to penetrate the darkness. It felt like the end of the world had come, and the kingdom was about to be swallowed by the void.

As the darkness descended upon the kingdom, the vampires could feel the energy of the Dark Lord within it. They became excited and elated, seeing it as a sign of his arrival. The darkness was a manifestation of his power, and it made them feel stronger, more alive. They could sense the fear and panic in the humans, but to them, it was a source of amusement. They laughed and cheered, eagerly awaiting the arrival of their master. The vampires were confident that with the Dark Lord by their side, they would be unstoppable.

As the darkness enveloped the kingdom, a sudden shift in the air could be felt. It was as if the very atmosphere was charged with an eerie energy. The temperature dropped drastically, and the wind picked up, whistling through the trees and buildings. The sky was no longer just dark; it was now a deep, almost malevolent black.

As the seconds ticked by, the feeling of unease grew stronger. The hair on the back of the neck stood up, and the silence was deafening. It was then that the ground began to tremble, and a distant rumble could be heard. The tremors increased in intensity, and the very foundations of the buildings shook.

Suddenly, there was a flash of blinding light, and a deafening boom echoed across the land. The source of the light and sound was unclear, but it was as if the heavens themselves were being torn asunder. The air crackled with energy, and the darkness seemed to swirl and pulse, as if alive.

The vampires felt a renewed sense of excitement and anticipation at the dramatic change in the atmosphere. They knew that something significant was happening, and the thought of the Dark Lord's arrival only made them feel stronger and more powerful. The anticipation and excitement among the vampire community were palpable as they eagerly awaited what was to come.

The Dark Queen and Azazel floated up into the sky, their forms silhouetted against the darkness that had enveloped the kingdom. They hovered there, suspended in the air, their eyes fixed on the distant horizon where the darkness seemed to be coming from.

As they waited, the wind picked up, blowing their hair and clothes wildly around them. The clouds churned above them, lightning flashing and thunder rumbling ominously. The air was thick with the scent of magic, dark and powerful.

Gaya and Michael shared a deep affection for their loyal dragon, Nightmare. Gaya was in Nagaland on a mission to avenge Nightmare's death by killing Norvin, who she believed was responsible. However, despite her fearsome reputation, the thought of facing Michael's wrath over Nightmare's death stirred unfamiliar emotions in her heart. Gaya knew that Michael's love for Nightmare was as deep as hers, if not deeper. She tried to push aside her worries and focus on the task at hand, but the uncertainty gnawed at her, making her feel vulnerable and exposed.

Diana felt like her heart was being torn apart as she watched the impending doom that was about to befall her family. She knew that the Dark Lord was her son, and the fact that he was coming to kill his own twin brother, Noah, was unbearable. She felt a mix of fear, guilt, and sorrow all at once.

As a mother, Diana had always wanted the best for her children, but she never imagined that they would end up as enemies, fighting against each other in a battle of good versus evil. She wanted to reach out to her son and tell him the truth, but she knew that it was too late. The Dark Lord was already on his way, and there was nothing she could do to stop him.

Diana felt helpless and torn between her loyalty to her family and her obligation to keep the truth from her children. She knew that she had to face the Dark Lord and stop him from killing his family. But at the same time, she couldn't bear the thought of fighting against her own flesh and blood. It was a heart-wrenching situation that left her feeling conflicted and emotionally drained.

The reporters and cultivators who were watching the darkness from a distance huddled together, shivering with fear.

"Did you feel that?" one of the reporters asked as a gust of wind blew through the area, making them all shiver even more.

"It's the Dark Lord. He's coming," another replied, his voice trembling.

"We have to get out of here," another cultivator said, "Before he arrives and kills us all."

The cultivators were equally afraid. "We need to leave this place. The Dark Lord's power is too great," one of them said.

"Remember what happened to the Thusian army? The Dark Lord slaughtered them all," another added.

"We have to get out of here," another cultivator said, "Before he arrives and kills us all."

The group quickly dispersed, running in different directions, hoping to find a safe place to hide until the Dark Lord's arrival was over.

The guardians and Nagaland soldiers stood at the ready, their weapons gripped tightly in their hands as they waited for the arrival of the Dark Lord. The guardians' faces were etched with fear and despair as they remembered the last time they faced him. They knew the power that he possessed and the destruction he could cause.

"I wish Noah was here with us," one guardian said, his voice trembling. "He is the only one who can defeat the Dark Lord."

"But he is still in a coma," another replied. "We have to do what we can with what we have."

The Nagaland soldiers, who had only heard of the Dark Lord's power, looked even more frightened. They huddled together, their eyes darting nervously around as they waited for the inevitable.

"I never thought I'd see the day when the Dark Lord would come to Nagaland," one soldier muttered. "I heard he slaughtered an entire army of Thusians by himself."

"He's like a demon," another soldier said, his voice shaking. "I don't know how we can fight him."

The guardians tried to hide their own fear, but it was clear that they were also struggling to keep their composure. They knew that their duty was to protect the kingdom, but they also knew that they were facing a nearly impossible task.

As Rowena watched the storm grow darker and more violent, she knew that her family needed to be escorted to safety as soon as possible. She turned to the angels who had brought her mother and siblings and commanded them to leave and take her family to a safe location.

"You need to get out of here now and take my family with you," Rowena said firmly.

The lead angel, who had been so cold and unyielding before, suddenly seemed to grow more arrogant. "We do not take orders from you, Holy Maiden. We have been recently appointed as angels, and we answer only to the Skyhall."

Rowena was taken aback by the angel's arrogance, but she remained determined. "I don't care who you answer to. My family needs to be protected, and I won't allow them to be caught in the crossfire of the Dark Lord's arrival. You will take them to safety."

As the minutes ticked by, the sky above Nagaland grew even darker, as if the blackness had a life of its own and was spreading like a plague. The clouds roiled and churned, flashing with lightning bolts so bright they seemed to split the very air in two. Thunder boomed like the sound of a thousand cannons, shaking the ground beneath their feet. The wind howled like a pack of wolves, whipping up debris and scattering it through the streets. It was as if the elements themselves were rising up in rebellion against the impending arrival of the Dark Lord.

Tthe darkness crept closer as Rowena's floating palace suddenly came to life, unleashing a barrage of fiery energy balls that pulsed with immense power. The guardians stood in awe as they watched the energy surge through the air, destroying buildings and sending debris flying in all directions.

"What in the name of Light is happening?!" one guardian exclaimed, his voice barely audible over the roar of the storm.

"I don't know, but we have to do something!" another shouted, his eyes fixed on the raging battle in the sky.

Each ball of fire was powerful enough to shatter the ground beneath it, and the energy pulsated from the fireballs as they flew toward the darkness.  The energy balls continued to surge through the air, each one more powerful than the last. The guardians could feel the ground beneath them shaking as the energy pulsating through the air, and they knew that they were witnessing a battle unlike any other.

As the guardians watched in awe, a glimmer of hope stirred in their hearts. The mighty palace was unleashing an onslaught of powerful fireballs against the darkness, and they couldn't help but feel a sense of relief at the display of sheer strength.

"Maybe we can defeat this darkness after all," one of them muttered, his eyes never leaving the fiery projectiles.

Despite the immense power and destruction of the fiery energy balls, the darkness seemed to absorb them effortlessly. As each ball of fire disappeared into the void, the guardians' hopes began to fade away. They watched in horror as the darkness continued to creep closer and closer, undeterred by Rowena's palace.

"No...it's not working," one guardian murmured, his voice filled with disbelief and dread.

"It's too powerful...we're not going to stop it," another said, his voice heavy with resignation.

The guardians felt a sense of hopelessness wash over them as they realized that there was little they could do to stop the impending doom. They watched as the darkness consumed everything in its path, leaving only destruction and chaos in its wake. The storm raged on, the thunder and lightning adding to the chaos and destruction. The guardians knew that they were witnessing a battle for the ages, one that would determine the fate of their world.

Suddenly a pulse of sound erupted from the darkness, even louder than the deafening thunder that had been raging around them. And then, as if in response, a wave of pure blackness shot forth from the heart of the darkness. It seemed to change the very air around them, turning the cold storm into an intense heat that burned their skin.

As the wave of darkness approached, they could see that it was not just a wave of energy, but a mass of dark flames that moved like a crescent blade through the air. It felt as though the flames were alive, with a mind of their own. The guardians and soldiers watched in horror as the wave of darkness consumed the fireballs fired by the floating palace, turning them to ash. And then, with a sound like the hissing of a thousand serpents, the dark flames washed over the palace itself, melting the mighty structure of cold frost energy into nothingness before their very eyes.

The shock of the sudden attack left them all reeling, stunned by the sheer power of the dark flames. For a moment, they could only stand and stare in horror at the empty space where the palace had once stood. But then, slowly, the realization set in that they were in grave danger. The Dark Lord had arrived and made his statement.

The sudden destruction of the floating palace left everyone in shock and disbelief. The guardians stood frozen, unable to comprehend the power that had just been unleashed. The rogue cultivators and reporters on the ground were equally stunned, their jaws dropping in horror.

"What...what just happened?" one rogue cultivator stuttered, his eyes wide with fear.

"That...that was the Holy Maiden's palace!" another exclaimed, pointing up at the now-destroyed structure.

"I can't believe what I'm seeing," a reporter whispered, his voice trembling. "This is unreal."

The power of the dark flames had left them all speechless, unable to process the destruction before them. The guardians knew that they had to act fast before the darkness reached them, but the shock of seeing the palace destroyed had momentarily paralyzed them.

"We have to move!" one guardian shouted, breaking the silence. "The darkness is almost upon us!"

The group quickly gathered their senses and began to move, running towards the safety of Nagaland's walls. The sound of thunder grew louder as they ran, and the darkness crept closer with each passing second. They knew that they were in for a fight, but they were determined to protect their kingdom at any cost.

As everyone's attention was on the destruction of the floating palace, the ground beneath them began to shake violently. Suddenly, one of the Nagaland soldiers let out a deafening scream as his body began to convulse uncontrollably. In the next moment, his body exploded into a mist of blood, bones and flesh. The shockwave from the explosion sent the nearby soldiers flying in all directions, their bodies torn apart by the blast.

The guardians were horrified as they watched their fellow soldiers burst into bloody mist before their eyes. They could hear the screams and cries of their comrades as they too were consumed by the mysterious force. The ground shook with every explosion, sending shockwaves through the air that knocked the guardians off their feet.

Blood and gore filled the air, as the mist of the soldiers' remains covered the ground like a thick red fog. The guardians frantically tried to protect themselves from the explosions, but it was no use. As the darkness approached them. The soldiers and guardians continued to burst into a completely red mist