The Overlord Journey of the God of Creation

"Don't...underestimate...anyone..." the shadow man whispered. "I'm going to use...the most robust way...to complete the task..."

After saying this, the shadow man disappeared, and he merged into his own shadow.

From the beginning to the end, Caltra kept kneeling on the ground, and he didn't dare to make any unnecessary movements in front of these two 'demon gods' who far surpassed him.

"No problem, as long as they are there, not to mention steel adventurers, even the Dark Codex is definitely not an opponent!"

Chapter 270 Seven Hundred Kills Night Walk

The sky is getting late, the sun and the moon alternate.The last ray of light left by the setting sun also dissipated, and finally, the earth was completely shrouded in darkness.

The shadow man stood on the wasteland, looking in the direction of the town.

The demon is not with the shadow man, it should have acted in advance.

The shadow man's body is wobbly, and what looks like a head is tilted here and there, like a drunken drunk, or a mollusk without a spine.

"Kill...kill Ion...Ion Gassner Declarova..."

The shadow man accurately pronounced the name, the name of the Priest of Light in the Kingdom of Slane.

The devil's plan is to destroy this town and kill all the life in it, including the dark scripture and those steel-level adventurers.

But the devil doesn't know that the highest priority task is to kill the priest of light who came here.

As long as the head priest of light is killed, all the plans of the Theocracy will be wiped out.

In comparison, the others can only be regarded as secondary goals.

The shadow man lowered his head, and a black shadow in the shape of an arm protruded from his body. He seemed to be biting his fingers.

"Kill...kill Ion..."

Now, he is thinking hard.

The demon is very strong, at least from the perspective of this world, there is almost no existence that can defeat it.

However, if that guy is also dispatched as the guard of the Priest of Light...

"There is only one person worth noting in the entire Slan Church." The shadow man recalled what the adult had said to him.

"Only the supernumerary seat of the Dark Codex—"

If that person is dispatched, can that demon really be defeated?

"Then...let me...kill..."

The shadow man whispered.

"Kill...Assassinate..."

That's right, there is no need to attack from the front, as long as it can be killed, it doesn't matter what kind of means.

Then assassination is the most efficient and cost-effective method.

"Assassination...Assassin...Assassin..."

If you want to carry out an assassination, you must use the power of the assassin, and whenever you mention an assassin, you will undoubtedly think of that.

The etymology of Assassin, the Assassin of the White Skull.Originated in the Middle East, the leader of the assassination order - "The Old Man of the Mountain" Hassan Sabbah (Hassan Sabbah).

The shadow man took off the purple-black robe that was draped over his body, revealing his body.

It was a disgusting substance condensed from pure darkness, and those black shadows formed his body, which was still wriggling.

Occasionally, human faces would suddenly appear on the surface of the skin, no doubt all hideous and distorted faces, as if crying out in hell.

After this world was created, he has devoured no less than a hundred people, whose bodies and souls were imprisoned in the twisted shadows, suffering eternal torment.

"Go...follow your instincts...go kill..."

The shadow man howled in a low voice, and at the same time, his body 'collapsed'.

Cracks appeared on his body one after another, and then black mud gushed out of it, like thick water flowing from a seriously infected patient.

The black mud dripped on the ground and spread from the original place. The amount of outflow has far exceeded the volume of the shadow man himself, but there is no tendency to stop.

"Gudu Gudu..." Black bubbles emerged from the puddles of black mud, and an unpleasant smell came out, a bit like a burnt tire.

The black mud seemed to be boiling, constantly tumbling, and more and more bubbles came out-then, something emerged from it.

It was a pure black figure, or something similar to a human form, standing up from the black mud one after another.

It was just a wriggling lump of black mud at first, and slowly solidified into a human form.

These figures are strong or thin, tall or short, each one is different.The only thing in common is that they all wear the same white mask on their faces.

"Counterfeit...but...enough..."

The counterfeit product made of black mud is much weaker than the genuine product, and the stronger the genuine product, the greater the gap.And Hassan wasn't a particularly powerful existence in the first place. If he was a fake, he might not even be able to compare with a 'hero'.

So if the quality is not enough, use the quantity to make up.If you can't kill one, use ten, and if you can't kill ten, use a hundred.

Hundreds of black figures stood tall, and they perfectly blended into the protective color of the night, only the white skull mask on their heads reflected the faint and cold moonlight.

And their pupils, where bloodthirsty red flames burn.

"In Hassan...not...there is no strong person..."