Nightingale's heart lurched at those words!
His disguise had been exceptionally clever. It had gone undetected for years and had even fooled the eyes and ears of Upper Gods. Since the other party had said that, it meant his identity had been exposed.
He instantly judged that the mission might fail.
By the time he tried to turn around and respond, it was already too late. One red blade after another pierced through his body from behind, stabbing out through his chest.
Surging divine power exploded within him, inflicting fatal damage!
He gritted his teeth and tried to strike back, but what awaited him was another brutal pursuit. Several more red blades pierced through his chest!
The two fatal attacks utterly doomed him. Blood gushed wildly from his wounds, his limbs drooped, and despair filled his eyes.
It had finally failed.
He had known many years ago that this day would come sooner or later.
Pfft.
The blades were pulled free, leaving several bloody holes in Nightingale's body. He staggered two steps and dropped to his knees, feeling his life slipping away and the call of the Six Paths of Reincarnation.
A figure stepped in front of Nightingale, blood dripping from the blades.
Nightingale raised his head and saw the other person clearly.
The man wore black, with an iron mask over his face and a black cloak draped over his body. Each hand was fitted with claw-like fist blades—the very weapons that had pierced Nightingale's body.
Nightingale had studied an extensive database and was familiar with the notable figures of the Aurora God Kingdom. He recognized the man at a glance.
Black cloak, blood-red fist blades—there was an eighty percent chance he was the somewhat famous mercenary, Black Lion.
"Black Lion..." Nightingale said, coughing blood.
"That's right, it's me.