Egypt.
Rasses II couldn’t help but burst into laughter upon hearing the Naless One’s earlier comnts about King Arthur: "Hahaha! So much for the so-called Perfect King!"
This monarch, praised by countless people, was wantonly slaughtering ordinary humans—completely contrary to her previous image.
It made him want to openly mock her a few tis.
However, what happened next left him utterly dumbfounded: "What? I was actually beheaded?"
Just monts ago, he had been about to ridicule King Arthur, only to see himself beheaded in the blink of an eye!
[Rasseum Tentyris]
This was his strongest, most formidable EX-ranked Noble Phantasm.
Composed of countless temples and shrines combined into one, it ford an imnsely powerful temple complex.
Rasses II could freely bestow blessings or curses upon anyone who entered the temple.
Moreover, it could unleash the terrifying Dendera Electric Bulb, capable of annihilating an entire city in an instant!
But now, the invincible Sun King, within his strongest Noble Phantasm, had been silently beheaded!
What infuriated Rasses II the most was...
That bastard King Hassan stood calmly to the side, making no attempt to evade.
"Bastard! Just what level of concealnt ability do you possess?"
Rasses II stared at the composed assassin in the footage, feeling a chill run down his neck.
A despicable assassin, always lurking in the shadows—too cowardly to face him openly!
In the footage...
Naless suppressed a laugh and asked, "O greatest of pharaohs, most revered of gods, ideal king who brings peace and salvation to this land of the end... Your head—"
"Your weary eyes deceive you!"
Rasses II responded firmly without hesitation.
The mighty Sun King would never show any sign of weakness.
He continued emphatically, "I, ah—"
Before he could finish, his head nearly toppled off again!
This ti, there was no hiding it—the scene beca extrely awkward.
"I am invincible within this temple! No one can kill !"
Rasses II steadied his nearly fallen head and shooed them away like flies.
For the Sun King to be publicly beheaded was the ultimate humiliation.
It made him realize—this was clearly a warning.
Just who was that guy?
How could he possibly decapitate him?
Yet...
He couldn’t see.
All the spectators watching the footage could clearly spot the assassin he was furiously searching for.
Clad in full heavy armor and wielding a massive black sword, the assassin swaggered out through the temple’s main gate!
Openly, without any attempt to conceal himself!
Under the astonished gazes of countless onlookers...
The armored assassin, after leaving the temple, calmly faced the person waiting outside.
Naless, whom Rasses II had just dismissed, stood quietly outside the temple—clearly waiting for him!
Naless clasped his hands and requested, "Lord King Hassan, thank you for warning Rasses II. Please, help us."
"I am the Old Man of the Mountain, Hassan-i Sabbah. The aning of your desire to save this era has been acknowledged by my blade."
King Hassan’s eyes flickered with blue flas as he stared intently. "How do you wish for my aid?"
"Teach the art of assassination!" Naless pleaded with clasped hands.
King Hassan replied, "Once you understand the Lion King’s true intentions, the Sun King’s nonsense, and the flaws in human history... then I shall teach you."
"Of course, I already know!" Naless replied with a smile.
As a man who had read the script, answering these questions posed no pressure at all.
"Interesting. You are even more remarkable than I imagined. No wonder Alaya chose you as the savior!"
King Hassan observed him with keen interest.
As a Grand Servant, standing at the pinnacle of all heroic spirits, he too occasionally received missions from Alaya.
This was precisely why he had appeared to warn Rasses II.
Now, this person chosen by Alaya seed to bear a mission countless tis more significant than his own.
King Hassan raised his massive black sword and declared, "Watch closely then. I shall demonstrate only once—this is how the Azrael is wielded!"
Hum—
An identical Azrael was instantly projected into Naless’s hand.
He grasped its usage in an instant and began training under the other’s guidance in the supre path of Grand Assassination!
Countless spectators witnessing this scene were left utterly awestruck—
-[Naless is insane! Facing the most terrifying assassin without even blinking!]
-[Damn, old man, you’re an assassin! Wearing heavy armor and wielding a greatsword—are you planning to go on a rampage?]
-[As everyone knows, killing every witness still counts as a perfect assassination!]
-[The Sun King is already among the world’s top heroic spirits. Is the old man actually the legendary Grand-class?]
-[If even beings of this caliber aren’t directly confronting the Lion King, how terrifying must the gods truly be?]
...
Watching this unfold.
In Fuyuki Magecraft Academy.
rlin and Tamamo-no-Mae, who were viewing the footage, exchanged glances and suddenly felt a chill run down their necks.
"So, when Naless slew Hundred-Face Hassan with a single strike earlier, he really had received guidance from King Hassan!" Tamamo-no-Mae swallowed hard, her entire body turning cold.
"King Hassan—the strongest Grand Assassin, powerful enough to slay gods!"
rlin similarly felt a shiver run through her.
This figure, whose strength defied imagination, had only ever existed in legends. Even she had never truly encountered him before.
Among the Assassins, one of his sayings was widely circulated—
[When the Old Man of the Mountain strays from the path, I shall appear before him and claim his head.]
A killer so formidable he transcended all limits!
Just imagine.
You’re about to head out when suddenly, you spot a kindly old man standing silently to the side.
Dong~
A bell tolls, and he abruptly materializes before you, blue flas flickering in his eye sockets as he declares, "The evening bell tolls thy na. Offer up thy head!!"
...Actually, never mind.
This is worse than the most terrifying nightmare!
rlin, actually felt like he was having a nightmare in that mont.
rlin exhaled deeply. "But don’t worry. Whether King Hassan even exists is another matter entirely. There’s no way he’d intervene just to deal with us."
"True. The fact that Naless even knows such a terrifying being is purely due to his shalessness in dealing with them," Tamamo-no-Mae also took a deep breath.
No, I still need to get stronger.
To pin Naless down, I’ll need at least a sixth tail!
The video continued.
After training with King Hassan, Naless set out with Mash and the others toward the last two remaining villages outside the Holy City of Calot.
A horrifying Holy Judgnt was imminent.
Once that light descended, everyone would be vaporized in its endless radiance.
So, they split into two groups, determined to forcibly evacuate all the villagers.
The great archer Arash, gripping his bow, smiled reassuringly. "Don’t worry. Though I’m just an ordinary archer, holding off one or two Knights of the Round Table won’t be a problem."
"Good. Then the Eastern Village is in your hands!" Naless patted his shoulder, placing absolute trust in him.
Even though he’d seen the script, he couldn’t pinpoint the exact timing of the Holy Judgnt. All they could do was prepare in advance.
Arash laughed heartily. "Haha, once this battle’s over, don’t forget to treat to drinks!"
"No problem. I’ll get you the finest wine!" Naless shook his hand in farewell before heading to the Western Village.
The two groups parted ways.
On the road to the Western Village, Mash spoke uneasily. "Senpai, I feel like I sense so kind of danger... Could the Holy Judgnt be arriving early?"
"Possibly. Let’s pick up the pace!" Naless’s expression darkened.
Fortunately, they arrived just in ti, evacuating the entire Western Village and saving hundreds of innocent lives.
Less than ten minutes after leaving the village, a blinding pillar of light ca crashing down.
BOOM!
The radiance was so intense it was impossible to look at directly, completely engulfing the Western Village.
When the light faded, the village was gone.
The surrounding area for several kiloters had been blasted into a crater dozens—if not hundreds—of ters deep!
Countless viewers who witnessed this scene were struck with suffocating terror—
-[Damn, this is King Arthur’s divine attack?!]
-[A single strike could wipe out a city and kill millions. Who could possibly withstand this?!]
-[She really is the most terrifying deity. There’s just no fighting her.]
-[Just watching this is despair-inducing. Imagine how soul-shaking it’d be to witness it firsthand!]
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