Chapter 278: The Attack

The shadowy figure dropped to one knee.

This time, it was his own body that began to writhe.

He let out a hoarse roar.

"I am... the Savior's... apostle..."

"God... please grant me... strength!"

The shadowy figure's body exploded completely, black mud scattering across the ground.

Then it began to gather once more.

It formed a massive body over two meters tall, clad in grotesque armor covered in spikes.

A black cloak hung from his back, while he wielded a gigantic shield and heavy sword.

Though bearing the name Assassin, he was an assassin who needed no concealment to sever everything in his path.

The first leader of the Assassin Order—the "Old Man of the Mountain" among the "Old Men of the Mountain," the "Hassan" among the "Hassans."

The mightiest Assassin, one who had transcended death and even become death itself.

"Ah! Ah!"

Yet all that came from his mouth was a sound somewhere between a roar and a wail.

Because he was no hero, merely a clown who had stolen the appearance and power of the strong through despicable means.

Even if he imitated a hero's outward form, his essence was nothing more than that of a mad monster.

Whether in power or status, he was unimaginably far removed from the genuine article.

But for him, such a crude imitation was enough. He had always been a monster, a monster that existed solely for slaughter.

He did not need a hero's name. He only needed strength to carry out the task his master had given him.

False King Hassan raised the greatsword in his hand and pointed it toward the distant town.

A hoarse voice emerged from his mouth.

"Kill... kill Yi Weng... then turn that place... into a living hell..."

The army of assassins did not charge forward