Contending with Gods

A Trickster can fuse a Transcendent's soul with a Spirit Worm, creating a Spirit Clone of their own. The higher their level, the more Spirit Clones they possess, and the stronger they are.

These dozen or so corpses were all Spirit Clones.

Once a Trickster died, all of their Spirit Clones would perish simultaneously. First, they would reveal the form the Transcendent had possessed before death, then melt away like snow, reverting to their original form as transparent worms before becoming completely still.

Only a Trickery Grandmaster could possess so many Spirit Clones.

In the blink of an eye, all that remained on the ground was a black leather cuirass cleaved in two, a dagger, several magical items, and the twisted skull mask—the holy symbol of The Deceiver Loki.

"Who was he?"

"Was that Lockrion?"

A string of questions arose in the minds of everyone from the Empire. They had not even made a move yet, but a Trickery Grandmaster had been inexplicably slain by Rayne, and they had no idea how it had happened.

"Time Stop again..." Otiluk wore a bitter smile, his voice dry and filled with helplessness and unwillingness.

Everyone suddenly understood. They looked at Rayne, unable to say a word.

Time Stop was too unfair!

"Alas..."

Batura sighed softly, completely losing hope.

He was a Level 27 Steel Knight who had undergone eight Soul Metamorphoses. Although he was not a Spellcaster, he possessed extremely high magic resistance and could barely maintain his thoughts within Time Stop. He still could not move, but with a fleeting glance from the corner of his eye, he had roughly seen how Rayne had slain the Trickery Grandmaster.

It was very simple. Rayne had simply Blinked over and struck once.

The Trickery Grandmaster had been bound by Time Stop, unable to