Hitman with a Badass System



(I have released new DBS AND AHSS Chapters. Enjoy the chapters!!!)

While Alicia's body remained trapped within the crystal, the Alpha Guardians sprang into action, determined to rescue her from her crystalline prison. With urgency in their eyes, they ascended to the sky, their hearts filled with hope and determination.

As Michael, the Dark Lord, loomed above them, a chilling silence fell over the battlefield. His towering presence exuded a sense of power and menace, sending a shiver down the spines of those who dared to challenge him. With a swift and commanding motion, Michael raised his mighty Doombringer, a weapon of devastating power. Its ominous aura filled the air, a foreboding sign of the imminent danger that awaited.

A collective gasp escaped the lips of the Alpha Guardians as they witnessed the impending strike. Their hearts pounded in their chests, knowing that time was running out to save their fallen comrade. Michael removed the blindfold and threw the piece of cloth down. Then, in a swift, decisive motion, Michael swung his Doombringer toward the crystal that confined Alicia. The impact echoed through the air, causing the fragile structure to shatter into countless shards that glittered like stars. 

As the crystal shattered, a tragic sight unfolded before the eyes of the Alpha Guardians. Some of the crystal fragments were stained with a deep crimson hue, Alicia's blood mingling with the broken pieces. The sight was a painful reminder of the sacrifice and the life that had been abruptly taken away.

The Alpha Guardians stood frozen for a moment, their hearts heavy with grief and disbelief. The loss of their esteemed ally left an indelible mark on their souls, a reminder of the brutal reality of their world.

The unfolding scene sent shockwaves through the witnesses and the Guardians, shaking them to their very core. Some among them held a glimmer of hope, believing that Alicia's connection to Noah, the Dark Lord's brother, might invoke a flicker of mercy from Michael. They thought that familial ties could soften his heart and spare Alicia's life. However, contrary to their expectations, Michael coldly and swiftly ended Alicia's existence, without a second thought.

Deep within Michael's being, he harbored a profound understanding of Alicia's vehement hatred towards him. He recognized the dangerous depths of her animosity, aware that if she were allowed to live, she would continue plotting against him relentlessly. He feared that her unrelenting hatred would erode her righteousness, transforming her into a force that could harm those dear to him, particularly Gaya, his soon-to-be wife.

Having conversed with the previous Dark Lord, Michael had learned of the grim fate that awaited Gaya in countless other timelines, where death claimed her without fail. Determined to shield her from harm and ensure her survival, Michael made a solemn vow. He resolved to protect her at all costs, prepared to eliminate anyone who posed a threat to her safety, devoid of even the faintest trace of mercy.

In his unwavering determination, Michael was willing to face the entire world, should it turn against him. His resolve to safeguard his beloved wife was unyielding, as he would go to any lengths necessary, even if it meant extinguishing countless lives, to ensure her continued existence.

Following Alicia's demise, Michael's inner energy surged forth, breaking free from its suppressed state. His cultivation soared, propelling him from the Fusion stage to the lofty realm of the Half Celestial stage. The sheer power emanating from him caused a gentle whistling sound that resonated throughout the vicinity, a testament to his overwhelming aura.

In a commanding gesture, Michael raised his hand and swiftly snapped his fingers. The crystals adorning the airships, which emitted a brilliant luminosity, shattered into countless fragments. As a consequence, darkness enveloped the Hulwick Isle and its surroundings once more, casting a shadow over the previously illuminated expanse.

As the darkness engulfed the surroundings, Michael invoked the Cloak of Shadows, a mystical veil that encased him entirely. Within this shroud, his form became obscured, and dark flames flickered ominously around him. Hovering in mid-air, Michael slowly drew his dual dark swords from their scabbards, their blades gleaming with an eerie darkness.

Meanwhile, the guardians of the guild stood resolute, prepared to defend their cause and fight to the bitter end. Warships, both in the sky and on the sea, adjusted their cannons and weapons, taking aim at the imposing figure of the Dark Lord. Undeterred by the immense disparity in cultivation, hundreds of guardians ascended into the sky, ready to confront Michael in a valiant aerial battle.

As the Alpha Guardians, Roshan, Vivienne, and Garrick soared through the sky with their troops, their eyes fixed on their sole adversary, Michael, the Dark Lord. The battle unfolded on a grand scale, with the fate of their world hanging in the balance.

Roshan, with his commanding presence akin to a majestic lion, led the charge of the Beast Guardians. Golden-maned and resolute, he unleashed a primal roar that resonated across the battlefield. His fellow guardians, embodying the ferocity of untamed beasts, joined him in a synchronized assault. They pounced upon Michael, their claws tearing through the air with lightning speed, while others summoned the forces of nature to bind and hinder him.

Vivienne, her fiery-haired visage shimmering with mystic power, commanded the Sorcerer Guardians. Positioned strategically, she wove intricate spells that ignited the sky with bursts of dazzling energy. Her incantations summoned tempests of arcane lightning that crackled and danced, striking at Michael with relentless fury. She conjured swirling vortexes that unleashed gusts of wind, threatening to swallow him whole. Each spell cast by Vivienne unleashed devastation, leaving trails of destruction in its wake.

Garrick, the seasoned warrior with weathered armor and battle-hardened valor, stood at the forefront of the Warrior Guardians. His scarred countenance revealed a wealth of experience and determination. With his enchanted blade held firmly in hand, he led his comrades with unwavering resolve. Each swing of his sword sent shockwaves rippling through the air, cutting through the darkness that surrounded Michael. The Warrior Guardians fought with unyielding strength and skill, their weapons clashing against the formidable Dark Lord. Garrick's mere presence bolstered the morale of the warriors fighting alongside him, each strike they delivered carrying the weight of their collective resolve.

The sky became a battlefield as the guardians and their troops engaged Michael, unleashing a symphony of fantastical powers and weapons. Vivienne's spells intertwined with Roshan's relentless assaults, creating a tapestry of chaos and destruction. Explosions erupted, showering the heavens with cascades of vibrant colors.

Vivienne, harnessing the full force of her sorcery, conjured celestial fireballs that streaked across the sky, exploding upon impact with Michael. Each detonation sent shockwaves rippling through the atmosphere, rattling the very foundation of their reality. 

Roshan, in tandem, channeled ancient elemental forces, his power resonating through the sky. With a mighty roar, he summoned swirling tempests of wind and surges of crackling lightning. The very air around Michael became charged with raw energy, creating a tumultuous storm that threatened to engulf him. Dark clouds converged above, crackling with electricity and unleashing torrents of rain and hail, creating a chaotic backdrop to the battle in the heavens.

As the battle raged on, Garrick's focus remained on Michael, the Dark Lord who floated ominously in the midst of the chaos. With an unwavering gaze, he prepared himself for the impending clash, his senses sharpened and instincts honed. Garrick's enchanted blade hummed with latent power, pulsating with the anticipation of the duel to come.

Yet, before Garrick could engage Michael directly, the clash of their weapons postponed, a powerful gust of wind swept through the sky, momentarily disrupting their trajectory. The wind, an extension of Roshan's elemental forces, buffeted Michael, threatening to knock him off balance. Sparks of electricity crackled around Garrick's armor as the clash of their energies electrified the air. The brilliance of their opposing forces illuminated the battlefield, casting an otherworldly glow on the combatants and their surroundings.

As Roshan summoned ancient elemental forces, the sky transformed into a tempest of raging winds and crackling lightning. Dark clouds swirled above, unleashing bolts of energy that illuminated the battlefield with flashes of brilliance. Streams of fire and gushing torrents of water erupted from the heavens, threatening to consume their formidable adversary, who hovered effortlessly in the midst of the chaos.

Meanwhile, Garrick, the epitome of warrior prowess, soared through the air with unwavering determination, his enchanted blade gleaming with a radiant aura. He zeroed in on Michael, the Dark Lord, who exuded an aura of dark power and unyielding resolve. With each calculated maneuver, Garrick closed the distance between them, his eyes locked on his target.

The clash of their opposing forces was a sight to behold. Garrick's blade, guided by battle-hardened valor, slashed through the air with unmatched speed and precision, aiming to breach the Dark Lord's defenses. Yet, to the astonishment of the onlookers, Michael proved to be an elusive and formidable adversary.

With a flicker of his hand, Michael effortlessly deflected Garrick's blade, his movements a graceful dance amidst the chaos. It was a display of supernatural skill and speed that left even the most seasoned warriors in awe. Without hesitation, Michael retaliated, his own weapon, wreathed in darkness, slashing through the air with lethal intent.

In a heart-wrenching moment, the Dark Lord's blade found its mark. With a chilling swiftness, the razor-sharp edge sliced through the air, tearing through the defenses of Garrick's armor as though it were mere parchment. The clash of metal against metal rang out, drowning amidst the roaring winds of the sky. In a gruesome display of power, the Dark Lord's strike severed flesh and sinew, unleashing a torrent of crimson. Blood sprayed forth from Garrick's severed neck, a macabre fountain painting the air with a gruesome hue.

As if suspended in time, Garrick's head, still bearing the shock of the battle in its opened eyes, flew through the air. The head, released from its now lifeless body, seemed to defy gravity for a fleeting moment. It was an image frozen in the minds of all who bore witness, a testament to the brutality and finality of the Dark Lord's strike. And then, with a sickening thud, the head descended, lost forever to the depths below.

With hearts heavy with grief and determination, the Guardians refused to yield to despair. The loss of Garrick only steeled their resolve to fight on, for their fallen comrade, and for the future of their world. Amidst the chaos of battle, there was no time for mourning or hesitation.

In perfect synchronization, the warships unleashed their devastating firepower upon the Dark Lord Michael. Cannons roared and projectiles soared through the air, aiming to find their mark and weaken the formidable foe who hovered in the sky. Explosions rocked the battlefield, illuminating the darkened heavens with flashes of blinding light.

Vivienne, her fiery hair blazing with intensity, called upon ancient incantations to summon spells of unparalleled destruction. Arcane energy crackled around her as she unleashed torrents of flames, engulfing the sky in a fiery inferno. Her voice resonated with power as she chanted the ancient words, each syllable carrying the weight of her unwavering determination.

Roshan, his commanding presence undeterred by the loss of his comrade, rallied the remaining Guardians. His voice boomed like thunder as he roared across the battlefield, his words echoing through the hearts of all who fought alongside him. "For Garrick! For our fallen brethren! We fight for justice and the salvation of our world! Strike with all your might! Show no mercy!"

The Guardians, their voices blending into a chorus of defiance, echoed Roshan's battle cry. Their shouts filled the air as they unleashed their fury upon the Dark Lord. Swords clashed, spears thrust, and arrows found their targets. Each Guardian fought with unwavering courage, their spirits aflame with the determination to vanquish the source of darkness that threatened their existence.

The sky became a mesmerizing tapestry of chaos and illumination as spells collided with cannon fire. Brilliant streaks of vibrant energy cut through the air, intermingling with explosions that painted the heavens in a kaleidoscope of colors. The sky crackled and shimmered with the raw power unleashed, a breathtaking display of light and fury that bore witness to the epic clash between the Guardians and the Dark Lord.

Roshan's voice thundered through the chaos, "Unleash your fury, Guardians! For Garrick's sacrifice, we shall prevail!" 

Vivienne's fiery gaze met Michael's evasive movements, her voice resolute, "No corner of the sky shall shield you from our wrath, Dark Lord!" 

The Guardians, undeterred by their adversary's nimble evasion, continued their onslaught with unwavering determination. With each missed shot and deflected spell, the Dark Lord's confidence seemed to grow, his movements displaying an almost unearthly grace as he danced through the barrage unscathed. It was as if the very air bent to his will, allowing him to evade their every strike without a hint of exertion.

As the Dark Lord effortlessly evaded the spells and left shimmering afterimages in his wake, his voice echoed through the sky with a chilling calmness. 

"Behold, Guardians," he began, his tone filled with subtle amusement. "Allow me to share a story with you. Once, there was an ant, so small and insignificant. It dreamed of moving a mountain, exerting all its strength to no avail. The mountain remained steadfast, immovable. Do you see the parallel, Guardians?" 

He continued to evade their attacks, his movements graceful and calculated. "You are the ants, and I am the mountain. No matter how hard you try, your efforts are futile against my might." His words carried a sense of superiority, amplifying the frustration of the Guardians as they struggled to land a single blow. With each evasion, the Dark Lord seemed to grow more confident, playing with them as if they were mere pawns in his grand design.

As the Dark Lord's story reached its conclusion, he abruptly halted his movements, suspending himself in mid-air. The Guardians, momentarily frozen by his words, watched in horror as he raised his hand. A wave of dark flames surged forth, engulfing the surrounding warships and the Guardians in a torrent of infernal destruction. The once-mighty vessels, their cannons still blazing, were reduced to mere embers, consumed by the unstoppable blaze. The Guardians' cries, filled with determination just moments before, were abruptly cut short as the flames licked hungrily at their forms. Their valiant spirits and hopes turned to ash, fading away in the devastating heat, leaving behind only a haunting silence in the wake of their annihilation. The sky, once vibrant with the clash of powers, now bore witness to the grim aftermath, where only charred remnants and the echoes of despair remained.