In the ballroom of the Duke Of Negan's mansion.
Zillinges, who was disguised as Baron Gramir, held a glass of blood-red Aurmir wine as he leisurely stood behind the railing of the corridor on the second floor, admiring the men and women on the dance floor, as well as the gorgeously dressed ladies and madams.
But his eyes didn't contain any lust. They were as calm as the surface of a frozen lake. Occasionally, he would glance at the huge crystal chandelier hanging from the ceiling, or at the Duke Of Negan, who was chasing after the beautiful figures with his eyes a few steps away.
The duke was dressed in a well-ironed navy admiral's uniform, with red ribbons on his shoulders connected to numerous medals of honor. He liked to dress like this on formal occasions to commemorate his decades of glorious military career.
However, his waist was already bloated, and his body was filled with fat. His sharp and astute grayish-blue eyes were only left with turbidity and lust. But due to his good maintenance, the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes, mouth, and forehead were rather shallow, and his black hair was still lush.
This was Pallas Negan, the current Duke Of Negan, the main supporter of the Conservative Party, the elder brother of Prime Minister Aguesid, and one of the few richest and most powerful people in the Kingdom of Rouen.
At the same time, he was also the target of Zillinges's secret infiltration into Baekeland!
Assassinating such an important figure really makes me tremble with excitement … Zillinges retracted his gaze and closed his eyes.
He was willing to accept this commission, not only because the price offered by the other party was attractive enough, but also because he loved to take risks and challenge difficult things.
If I succeed in the assassination, my reputation will spread throughout the Northern and Southern Continent, surpassing that of the Four Kings. Furthermore, I will receive a card, one of the cards created by Rosell The Great that contains the secrets of the gods! Zillinges suppressed the excitement in his heart and looked down at his left hand.
Creeping Hunger had already turned transparent. It was impossible for anyone to tell that Baron Gramir was wearing a glove just by touching it with the naked eye.
This really is a magical item … If not for it, I wouldn't have been able to become one of the pirate admirals at Sequence 6 … As thoughts flashed through his mind, Zillinges suddenly felt a sense of pity.
After so many years as a pirate, he had seen and come into contact with many Beyonders, including the members of the Aurora Order who enjoyed adventuring at the ends of the Sonia Sea.
Therefore, he knew that compared to a real Shepherd, Creeping Hunger was still lacking in many aspects.
First of all, switching states was too slow, requiring at least a second. As for a real Shepherd, it could change in an instant. Secondly, the controlled soul could only use one to three powers from when it was alive. As for how many and which ones it was, it was completely up to luck. It was fixed after the first Grazing. As for a real Shepherd, he could choose three of them. He didn't need to roll dice like he did at a gambling table. Finally, Creeping Hunger could only "Graze" five souls at the same time, while a real Shepherd could have up to seven.
Of course, both had the same limitations. They could only control one soul at a time, and they could only use the corresponding Beyonder powers of the soul and their own Beyonder powers. And if they wanted to use a new soul to replace an existing soul, the process was irreversible. There was no chance of regret.
After seven to eight years of adjustments, Zillinges finally settled on five souls. Their powers complemented each other, making their master appear rather terrifying.
And it was because of the constant adjustments and experiments over the years that there were rumors among the pirates that Rear Admiral Hurricane was omnipotent and capable of anything.
Amidst the passionate dance music, Qilangos rehearsed his next move in his mind. In the end, he sighed regretfully in his heart.
Finally, he sighed regretfully, It's a pity that I haven't found that Traveler in the past few days. Otherwise, I wouldn't have to worry about anything tonight.
If he could capture the woman suspected to be a Traveler, Zillinges definitely wouldn't hesitate to feed one of the five "Grazed" souls to Creeping Hunger.
To him, the powers of this Sequence pathway were very useful!
Zillinges glanced at the huge crystal chandelier that hung down from the ceiling and decided not to wait any longer.
The soul he currently controlled only had one ability — the ability to change his appearance and figure. It didn't have the ability to fight other Beyonders, but as this Beyonder power was very useful in many things, Zillinges couldn't bear to replace it.
The good thing was that no matter which soul he controlled, Zillinges could use his Wind-blessed Beyonder powers at the same time.
Finally, he pretended to chase after the graceful figure of a certain noble lady, allowing his gaze to sweep past the Duke Of Negan and the men around him.
The Duke Of Negan is a devout believer of the Lord of Storms, and he's a key figure in the Church of the Storm's influence on the kingdom's situation. He definitely has the protection of Beyonders from the Church of the Storm. And although the Negan family isn't an ancient family that has existed for more than a thousand years, be it wealth or power, they're ranked at the top of the kingdom. They definitely seek the Sequence potion formula in secret and seek the allegiance of Beyonders … Zillinges's thoughts surged as he eliminated the gentlemen belonging to the nobles and officials. He locked onto a man who was always beside the Duke Of Negan.
The man wore a black tuxedo, had brown hair, and blue eyes. He was almost expressionless as he vigilantly watched his surroundings.
Zillinges nodded indiscernibly and pressed his right hand forward slightly.
Whoosh!
A sudden gust of wind swept across the dance floor, blowing out the candles on the crystal chandelier.
Just as the light and darkness intersected, just as everyone's attention was drawn to it, a few thin wind blades, under the cover of the strong wind, struck the metal chain that hung the crystal chandelier, striking the same spot.
Creak!
Amidst the jarring shattering sound, the huge crystal chandelier fell straight onto the dance floor, smashing into the ground with a loud clang. Screams rang out one after another, and many guests were injured by the flying shards, letting out cries of extreme fear.
Taking advantage of the darkness and chaos in the hall, the glove on Zillinges's left hand squirmed and changed, condensing a golden surface.
His expression was filled with dignity, and his gaze pierced through the darkness as he stared at the man beside the Duke Of Negan.
Suddenly, Zillinges's eyes lit up like two bolts of lightning.
The Beyonder in charge of protecting the Duke Of Negan immediately let out a tragic cry as he fell to the ground, clutching his head. He kept rolling and struggling.
With a swoosh, Zillinges's figure tore through the darkness and rushed towards the Duke Of Negan.
However, the target reflected in his dark and deep eyes wasn't the slightest bit flustered and was instead filled with confidence.
The Duke Of Negan's tall and fat body stood rooted to the ground, looking down at the attacking assassin.
He raised his right hand, pushed it forward, and spoke in ancient Hermes in a deep voice.
He said in ancient Hermes, "Imprison!"
Silently, Zillinges came to a sudden halt. His surroundings seemed to be filled with transparent walls or flowing with an extremely viscous liquid.
This made him look like an insect in amber, or a prisoner in a prison cell.
The leader of the Conservative faction of nobles, the hereditary duke, Pallas Negan was actually a Beyonder, a rather powerful one at that!
The Duke Of Negan spoke in a deep voice again as he waved his right hand.
"Whip!"
Pa! Pa!
Zillinges seemed to have been struck by an invisible whip. His clothes were torn, his flesh split open, and his bones were exposed.
Right on the heels of that, the Duke Of Negan leaned forward, clenched his right fist, and said solemnly:
"Death!"
Pa! He waved his arm, and his entire body left afterimages as he slammed into Zillinges's body. His fist accurately struck the target's head in an unavoidable manner.
Crack! Zillinges's head shattered, but everything around him shattered as well. The Duke Of Negan remained standing in the same spot. It was just a dream.
At some point in time, this pirate admiral had switched his powers and entered the state of a Nightmare.
And unlike a normal Nightmare, he could still move after dragging someone into a dream!
Zillinges's figure silently appeared behind the Duke Of Negan, his dark and cold eyes locked onto him.
His right fist was wrapped in a whirling gale as it stabbed at his target's back like a sharp blade.
Whoosh!
Amidst the raging wind, Zillinges's right fist penetrated the Duke Of Negan's body and penetrated his heart. However, the Duke Of Negan's figure rapidly faded and became transparent, like a summoned spirit.
This nearly invisible shadow rippled and dissipated. The Duke Of Negan appeared in front of the double doors on the other side of the corridor, a scrutinizing smile on his face.
Another Beyonder … They made preparations ahead of time? Ambushing me?
How is that possible!?
A thought flashed through Zillinges's mind. Although he was unwilling to accept this reality, he still calmly responded.
The glove on his left hand squirmed, revealing fine dark golden scales. His pupils turned faint and vertical.
Immediately following that, an invisible wave swept out in all directions. The gentlemen and ladies simultaneously fell into an uncontrollable fear. They left their hiding places and ran around aimlessly. The scene became abnormally chaotic.
This made the Beyonders not dare to act rashly, afraid that they would hurt their family and friends.
Seizing this opportunity, Zillinges ran at high speed with a hurricane swirling around him, smashing through the door of a lounge and the oriel window.
With a clang, he lunged out of the house, and with the help of the wind, he flew quite a distance and flew out of the Duke Of Negan's mansion.
As soon as his feet touched the ground, Zillinges immediately ran towards the forest opposite. It was a municipal park — he had already explored the surrounding terrain.
As long as he got rid of his pursuers, he could change his appearance and blend in with the more than five million people of Baekeland.
This was also the reason why he dared to take on such a difficult mission!
After a while, a strong wind blew towards the Duke Of Negan's mansion. The Cardinal of the Church of the Storm, the Archbishop of the diocese of Baekeland, the Spellsinger of God, Ace Snake, flew over with a few Mandated Punishers.
He didn't have time to inform the other Beyonders.
Alger was one of the people who arrived with Archbishop Ace, but he was in a very bad mood, because he saw the broken window and his colleagues who had just chased out of the house.
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