"No, no, no! It shouldn't be like this! Right now, they're only testing each other. In a battle between two ordinary gods, no third deity would interfere! And besides... besides, one of their gods has fallen? How is that possible?" The middle-aged man stared wide-eyed in terror, muttering to himself. He sensed that something very bad had happened.
A glint of cold light flashed behind him. Bilibili and Vik appeared behind the middle-aged man at the same time. The two High-God lower-tier divine artifact daggers in Bilibili's hands swept across his body at lightning speed, slicing through every well-known vital part of him. Meanwhile, the exceedingly thin gray thread in Vik's hand looped around his neck and gave a gentle tug.
A lucky man who had only just inherited a divine office and risen from mortal to god suddenly lost his head in that instant. His divine soul vanished without a trace, while vast amounts of scorching golden divine blood sprayed from his body as he died on the spot. The incomparably heavy divine blood surged in every direction like pouring magma. Every drop weighed as much as a mountain; wherever the blood flowed, the city walls collapsed with a roar, and all of Valhulan City's defensive magic formations were utterly shattered by the violent force erupting from it.
The ghostly Bilibili and Vik quietly vanished, leaving behind not even the faintest trace of their presence.
They had originally been masters among assassins. Lin Qi had allowed them to inherit High-God divine offices of the death divine system, whose gods possessed powers hidden and obscure to the extreme. For assassins who lived in darkness, the death divine system was one of the most suitable choices. Bilibili and Vik had grown even more powerful; when they assassinated someone, even an opponent