"Harloys, what do you think is the most important part of a successful assassination?"
Since I was far too bored during the long wait, I went to chat with Harloys.
"Assassination? I've never been an assassin before … but I've received training to defend against assassins. The main thing is to be careful of strangers and not go to dangerous, remote places with no exits. If you ask me, the most important part of an assassination is to appear at a critical location at a critical moment when the enemy isn't on guard. "
"That's right. The most important thing for an assassin is patience, patience …"
This place wasn't Shupnus's palace, but rather a personal Hades world that I was familiar with. Preparing for an assassination here wouldn't attract any attention.
I wasn't a professional assassin … no, I couldn't even be considered a qualified assassin. Considering my lousy stealth and disguise abilities, I might be able to trick ordinary undead, but it would be impossible for me to trick an Undead Emperor who had the ability to see through souls or a Devil Lord who was a professional swindler. That was why I chose a rather foolish method.
"Keep hiding here. I refuse to believe that he won't come out."
Rather than entering the center of the devil's town and approaching the target under layers of inspection, I might as well wait for him to come out himself.
My bitter battle against Sophocles the Deceiver had probably exposed much of my abilities. However, my personal Hades world had always been top-secret. I had entered my personal Hades world at the main entrance of Shupnus's palace. Naturally, I would be at the same location when I came out.
Someone should have guessed it already. That's right, I intended to use my personal Hades world's abilities to wait until the Lord of Tyranny came out, and then suddenly appear and viciously attack him. The only problem was …
"Patience, patience … the hell with patience! It's already been one and a half days! That bastard is still hiding there and refusing to come out! Patience my ass! "
Finally, my patience was about to collapse. No wonder I couldn't take it anymore. I had already waited here for thirty-seven hours, and in order to successfully assassinate Sarwenstan, I had to maintain this position for almost eight hours.
"Let's take a break. Another batch of living captives has been sent over as food. It seems that Sarwenstan still doesn't intend to come out today."
I put down my magic sword while sweating profusely. The endless light faded, and everything returned to normal.
"Legend has it that in the distant East, there is a group of mysterious people. In order to assassinate or gather information, they can squat under the toilet pit for several days, waiting for their target to enter the toilet. What kind of dedication is that …"
"Don't talk nonsense. I've been to the East. How could there be such a disgusting person? Isn't it like watching someone above your head … Disgusting, it's really disgusting."
"You don't say. Although it's just hearsay, I'm not spouting nonsense. There really are cases like this. That's why they call it the benevolent (great mistake) … No, endure (great mistake). Yep, it should be true this time. I'm really good at enduring. "
His memory seemed to be a little fuzzy. In short, he was a person who could endure very well. That was probably what he meant. Wrong word. After so long, it was inevitable.
"Therefore, this time, we must carry forward the 'spirit of enduring' and wait until the end. If the enemy doesn't come, we won't leave! It's just that there's someone above me … Then I'd better leave. It's really not human to endure. "
"Don't say anymore. That's too disgusting. You definitely remembered wrongly. How could such a job class exist?"
I could only helplessly shake my head. In this day and age, nobody would believe the truth. Perhaps I had remembered some details incorrectly, but the overall situation was probably correct. This really seemed to be historical fact.
After I gave the order to temporarily rest, the distant pillar of light also stopped sending Holy Light to me. Everything returned to normal.
I nodded in satisfaction as I glanced at the Dawn holy sword in my hand that was losing its glow. Due to the excellent materials used, this holy sword's abilities far surpassed my expectations in all aspects.
"Is that sword of yours really effective?"
"Of course. As long as I manage to land a hit, the charging time will also end."
Although I sounded quite confident, I was still rather uncertain. At this moment, I was truly regretting having fought against Sophocles the Deceiver back then.
If it wasn't for the fact that I had shown off my ability to threaten a Chaos Main God, causing Sophocles to be on guard against me, I would have many more tricks up my sleeves. I wouldn't have to foolishly wait for Sophocles to come out.
My Dawn holy sword had two main attack modes. The second mode was the "Dawn Sun" mode that I had previously demonstrated on the battlefield. In that mode, it would release light that would greatly weaken and purify the enemy.
The second mode was the Light Concentration mode. It would furiously gather Holy Light and transform it into an indestructible blade of light. As for the upper limit of its attack power, that would depend on my and this sword's limits. I didn't know that.
"Back then, Sophocles took a blow from me, and he didn't even charge up to half of his maximum power. Although he only received a superficial wound, he did indeed injure a Chaos Main God. This time, Dawn's maximum charging time is eight hours, so its attack power should be several times greater than before."
This was both a prediction and a way to give myself some confidence. No matter how excellent a weapon was in theory, it would always be uneasy if it hadn't been tested in actual combat.
This was because the materials used to create this holy sword were far too excellent … the ancient Sun God's God Equipment gem, the God of Holy Light's Origin Spear, and the Holy Knight's inherited battle hammer. These three top-level God Equipment combined into one. Although it wouldn't reach three times the power of a God Equipment, it would definitely be no worse than a God Equipment's material.
I still hadn't reached its limit yet. In fact, the eight-hour limit was my personal limit. At that point, I would have reached the limit of how much Holy Light I could control. I would only be able to last for ten minutes at most. If I didn't swing my sword or stop using Holy Light, I would likely be unable to handle it.
"Stop complaining. At the very least, you don't have to charge up Holy Light yourself. Otherwise, you wouldn't even have enough even if you were drained dry."
Harloys was indeed right. If it weren't for this bug-like world of mine, not only would it allow me to continuously charge up Holy Light through my tower of Hades, it would also allow me to peacefully charge up Holy Light for several hours just to swing my sword.
"… Indeed. On the battlefield, not to mention eight hours, I wouldn't even give you three minutes."
Pouring Holy Light into my Dawn sword wasn't simply a matter of calculating the time. The closer I got to my limit, the more Holy Light and time I would need. After only half an hour of pouring Holy Light into my sword, this pitch-black world of Hades had transformed into a paradise of dawn. And after three hours, not only would Harloys instinctively retreat, even I would feel numb just looking at my sword of light.
Since I had limitless energy, the only thing I needed to charge up was time.
From a certain standpoint, this was also a type of forbidden spell. It required the Source of Holy Light to continuously supply me with energy, just like a mage tower. Then, I would have to charge up for several hours and transform all the energy into a fatal attack.
"Oh dear, if we go too far and end up exploding, we … Fine, put down that innocent eggplant. I won't spout nonsense again. You've been playing around lately, could it be …"
I wisely shut my mouth as I saw the silly cat eagerly waving the eggplant around.
"Alright, rest is over. Let's try again."
I was feeling more and more the advantage of reaching SemiGod. At the very least, as long as I had some rest, drank some water, and ate some bread, I would be able to swiftly recover my stamina … This seemed rather familiar. Didn't I recall that all the characters in video games also drank water and ate bread to recover their HP? What sort of strange constitution and setting was this?
"Cough, focus."
I gripped my Dawn sword and began summoning Holy Light again. The distant Tower of Holy Light also started glowing brilliantly. Endless Holy Light shone on me and began providing energy for me and my Dawn sword.
This type of trick could only be used once. I definitely wouldn't be able to pull it off again. So, this time, I truly intended to take advantage of this opportunity and obtain actual combat results.
"Keep squatting, keep squatting, and keep enduring. I refuse to believe that he won't come out to go to the toilet … No, wait, I refuse to believe that he won't come out!"
…
For Shupnus, perhaps coming to the mortal plane had been a mistake in the first place.
He felt like he was nothing more than a large coffee table with tragedies (or tragedies) laid out on top of it.
He had come to the mortal plane with great ambitions, believing that he could finally create a world for the undead. But before he could even accomplish anything, he suffered multiple setbacks.
His teammates were all slacking off and slacking off, while Shupnus could only do his best by himself. He worked so hard to win this battle, but when he turned around, he discovered that all of his allies had run away. His most trusted ally even took away most of the spoils of war. Shupnus had worked so hard, but not only did he end up with nothing, he even became the enemy of the humans. Now, he could only wait to be defeated.
From Shupnus's perspective, this was truly a case of blood and tears at every step he took.
"Even though we're all allies, and even though we agreed to conquer the undead's country together, killing humans is a type of joy, and sharing joy with undead allies is also a type of joy. Why, why, why … why are you all so skilled at betraying us! Just how many times have you all betrayed us? "
This was all Roland's own imagination. It had nothing to do with Shupnus himself … As for Bai Xuejue, he should be dragged out and beaten to death first.
At this point, if Shupnus didn't hold any grudges, he would probably be a saint.
Was Undead Emperor Shupnus a saint? Obviously not. Shupnus was famed for his violent temper, and not only was he filled with resentment, he also couldn't find a place to vent his anger. He was about to explode from holding it in.
However, as a tyrant, Sarwenstan wouldn't care about what Shupnus thought.
Shupnus demanded that the devils fulfill their contract and immediately attack the human allied armies. However, Shupnus was told that the devils had forgotten to specify a date on their contract, so they would definitely attack the humans. However, the date of the attack would depend on the devils' mood.
Only those who were in a stronger position would have the right to speak. Shupnus didn't hesitate at all. He simply turned around and left with a depressed expression. It was obvious that his anger had reached its limit.
From a certain standpoint, Shupnus was truly an ancient artifact from the previous century. Even devils could easily trick him. If Shupnus met Roland … Of course, there was a special reason for this. Shupnus had probably never met an existence that dared to trick him before. Devil Lords didn't need to give any face to Undead Emperors, and Shupnus could trick Shupnus however he wanted.
Right now, Sarwenstan had no intention of fulfilling his contract at all. He was quite patient and didn't do anything at all.
Everyone knew that as long as Shupnus opened the Dimensional Door to the lower planes, Sarwenstan's armies would become stronger with each passing day. Meanwhile, the undead would naturally become weaker and weaker, and they would naturally lose their dominance.
Sarwenstan actually felt that it was a pity that Shupnus was so easily dealt with. Sarwenstan didn't even need to use his contract traps and runes to supplement his contract.
However, it could be seen that Shupnus's patience had reached its limit. In that case, Sarwenstan would go out with Shupnus to inspect his army tomorrow. It was time to let those undead bones witness the greatness of a Devil Lord.
Sarwenstan thought this and finally came to a decision.
The next morning, when Sarwenstan and Shupnus finished their discussion and approached the palace's main entrance, a mortal suddenly appeared before them.
"Why does this person look so familiar …"
Sarwenstan's expression instantly changed. Of course this person's face was familiar. Both of his brothers had this face, but no matter who this person was, they were both mortal enemies of the devils.
"Hi. Nice to meet you. Eat my sword. "
Sarwenstan then watched as the golden-haired Holy Knight warmly greeted him, and then …
"Sword? What sword? "
Only now did Sarwenstan notice that the Holy Knight was holding a sword. However, there wasn't any Holy Light on the sword's hilt. There was only faint darkness.
There was no blade on the sword's hilt. There was only a dark night made of stardust.
Light had reached an extreme level, transforming into nothingness that resembled a black hole.
Sarwenstan didn't have the time to exclaim about his own discovery. He didn't notice that Shupnus had already hidden behind him the moment he saw Shupnus. In a way, Shupnus shouldn't be too angry at the other Undead Emperors. Betraying one's allies was a tradition of the Undead Emperors.
"Holy Light, this enemy is worth fighting!"
The next instant, a torrent of light drowned out everything.
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