When that cold voice expanded from a single syllable calling his name to a complete sentence, York finally felt a long-lost sense of familiarity.
It's you!
He didn't utter the name that was on his mind; he just felt that everything suddenly made sense.
Regardless of whether the other person could hear him, York murmured his blood relative's real name, as if speaking to the other person but also as if speaking to himself.
Although there was no further response, York knew the other person was still there, and was watching him.
That's exactly what she enjoys doing.
In that case, we must make the most of this opportunity!
He once again slipped into the darkness, sparing a sliver of his attention to the skeletons in the air.
Such a powerful attack cannot be unleashed continuously; the best opportunity is during the interval between two attacks.
An assassin's professional mindset once again took over. York was just "unhappy," not "brainless." He subconsciously began to think about how to make the best use of these ten seconds, how to strike, and most importantly, how to escape afterward.
After a brief moment of thought, York had an idea.
After several exchanges, Rosalind gradually mastered the attack frequency and power of [ Divine Wings ].
Although her head hadn't grown out yet, she wasn't in dire need of it in her insect form.
By this time, Rosalind had gradually been trained by the light cannon to perform emergency changes of direction and serpentine movements. After all, getting hit by one of these things really hurts, and getting hit by two or three would mean having to consider returning to the depths of the underground to restart the countdown.
And so a strange and somewhat eerie scene unfolded on the battlefield:
Rosalind, the giant worm, began to move closer to York. Its slender body, like the dark mass York had transformed into, darted about like a dolphin emerging from the water.
This made the [ Divine Wings ] in the air even more annoyed.
Didn't they hit me hard enough? Why are they all acting like they've entered a circus?
His rage caused his actions to become slightly distorted; perhaps even [ Divine Wings ] himself was unaware that the charging time of his light sphere was constantly increasing.
Such a change in time is insignificant to most people, and they may not even notice it.
But for the assassin York, even a slight difference in time was as noticeable as a light in the darkness.
Now, [ Divine Wings ] is clearly becoming somewhat unstable.
It's time to set a goal.
Which one should I choose?
Who do you think he will choose?
Eternal Domain, Twilight Capital, Twin Kings Palace.
The sunlight shone in that seemingly unchanging spot, and everything remained the same as it had been for most of the past eighty years.
On the other side of the throne, the Immortal King, lurking in the shadows, posed this question.
"That's not hard to guess."
A slightly hoarse female voice came from the side of the throne facing the light:
"Do you know? Before I absorbed Hall's portion of True Blood, or rather, before Hall lost that portion of True Blood but didn't completely degenerate into an ordinary vampire, York was the weakest of the seven of us."
"Oh, really?"
A questioning voice came:
"I don't know much about this, but logically speaking, when the 'father' or 'mother' you seven share, that is, the True Ancestor, divided your power equally, didn't they?"
That's the mindset of a dragon.
The King of Domination shook his head slightly:
"Only dragons, while being ruthless, leave all their descendants the possibility of turning the tables, and etch that indelible pride into your blood."
But vampires won't.
She sighed softly and said:
"Despite our self-proclaimed nobility, the True Ancestor's despicable character is also a fact."
"When He tore Himself apart, He deliberately chose a way that made everyone uncomfortable, which resulted in none of the seven of us being completely satisfied with our abilities."
"In other words, while your dragon race can still exist in a state of mutual non-interference, for us, the urge to complete ourselves is completely uncontrollable."
Because we are inherently imperfect!
"The symbol of Boundless Desire is mostly placed on Rosalind, but a large part of the corresponding power is given to Antos —pure devouring and control over one's own flesh and blood should be given to one person in order to unleash the most powerful material force."
York seized most of the Authority over the Shadow of All Things, which made his life form almost completely unrelated to flesh and blood, and even Rosalind had no appetite for him.
"But York has too few other abilities, which is why I say he is the weakest among us. Although York's attacks are strong enough, he can't make a move if we prepare in advance. Just like this twilight Twilight Capital where night is about to fall, I can immediately detect him if he dares to jump into the Shadow even once."
"The strongest assassin never had a chance, so it's no wonder he was always unhappy."
" The Darkness of Madness almost entirely fell upon the Hall, greatly enhancing his Psionic Energy and soul. However, the price was that his physical body was not strong enough, so even after thousands of years, he still had not been able to solidify a body that could be used for a long time."
"Mind manipulation, physical weakness, and Vitality- Drain abilities—these are the Source of Fear. Adelaide, Adelaide, and Wens split them up, and as you can see, none of us are weak, but we're not exactly strong either."
"Our Father created us for the purpose of watching us fight, and for this, He was even willing to give His own life."
"Even now, I'm not sure if I'll wake up as myself after I obtain the next vampire Authority and attempt to advance."
There was a moment of silence on the other side of the throne before someone finally spoke:
"So, it seems the Original Dragon was actually quite merciful. Therefore, who is York planning to attack?"
"It's simple. He's an assassin. Assassins kill from weakest to strongest, and it always is. As long as they're not the weakest, they'll never settle down."
"So that's how it is. When everyone thought he wouldn't target the same person again..."
He will definitely make a move, for no other reason than because he is weak.
The two voices tacitly combined to form a sentence, and after a brief moment of thought, the King of Domination said:
"Of course, it's also possible that York sensed I was subtly influencing the sanity of that fishtail."
And at that very moment, York's voice echoed once more in the empty Twin Kings Palace:
Vanessa, now! I want darkness!
"Good."
The King of Domination gave a faint reply and said to the Immortal King:
"Your turn."
"Um."
The Amber Dragon, now in human form, closed its eyes slightly, sensing the surge of its own power.
The capital of the Eternal Domain is called City of Dusk. Since the Eternal Domain was built by the Twin Kings more than half a century ago, time seems to have stopped flowing in this city.