"This kind of petty trick, did you really think I would fall for it?"
Without a mont of hesitation, S. instantly distanced himself from John, retreating over ten ters, still feeling a lingering fear.
"He saw through it? How is that possible?"
Under normal circumstances, it's almost impossible for anyone to discern his movents without understanding the current class skill, which is why the thief's assassinations are so lethal!
But against the person in front of him, it failed in an unprecedented manner!
The opponent not only noticed it but even made a preemptive judgnt!
Seeing the giant carnivorous plant growing frantically from under John's feet, a cold sweat dripped from S.'s forehead.
It was definitely not a matter of luck. The person in front of him genuinely predicted his landing spot!
But... how?
"Are you also a thief?"
"What? No, of course not. I've just seen too many of these foolish tricks."
With a casual wave of John's hand, the hexagram magic circle under his feet flashed.
At the mont the ice-based earth dragon charged forward, countless tentacles erged, tightly binding the dragon's body and dragging it into the void!
Seeing this scene, S. was speechless with shock!
That monster, which had nearly wiped out their team and whose defenses his attacks couldn't even penetrate, just... disappeared?
"Oh? Are you shocked? Don't be too hasty; this is just the beginning."
"I offer my sacrifice and request His descent! Lord of the skies, hear my summon - Griffin Lord!"
Boom!
Suddenly, a fierce wind rose!
Countless feathers turned into sharp arrows, shooting forward at such speed that S. barely dodged them on instinct, yet his arm was inevitably scratched!
In the next mont, an eagle-headed, lion-bodied monster suddenly appeared before S., its sharp eyes locking onto him, leaving him nowhere to hide!
"What kind of monster is this?"
"You don't need to know. You just need to understand that today, you are certain to die."
In fact, even without summoning magic, John had a tenfold chance of eliminating S. The massive gap in their strength was insurmountable.
Any one of John's killing moves could easily take S. down.
But that would be too boring.
The betrayal from his past life, and everything that happened to Lily, must be avenged!
"Rip open his stomach, but rember, don't let him die easily."
John commanded the Griffin Lord.
The Griffin Lord, with a level equal to that of the ice-based earth dragon, instantly transford into a streak of light and wind, its foot-long claws effortlessly piercing through S.'s shoulder, pinning him to the ground.
The sudden, intense pain made S. curse out loud.
He could even feel the claws scraping against his bones, producing a tooth-grinding sound that was excruciating!
"You... lunatic! I don't even know you!"
"John, rember that na? I'm John."
"What nonsense, there's no such John!"
Before S. could finish speaking, the Griffin's cold, sharp beak lightly pressed against his chest and slid downwards, instantly splitting his flesh open, revealing deep wounds that exposed the bone!
"I... damn it!"
"You love torturing others so much, why can't you handle it when it's your turn?"
John remained calm, watching the Griffin continuously peck at S.'s entrails, feeling no emotional stirrings inside.
John had witnessed, and even personally experienced, scenes far more grueso than this.
But for Elaria, this was evidently too much.
It's not that she couldn't accept killing; even she had personally ended the lives of many monsters or traitors who had defected from the Elven race.
But this wasn't just killing; it was outright inhumane torture!
If the person committing these acts wasn't nad John, she would have rushed forward without hesitation to stop it.
But he was John. Though deeply uncomfortable, Elaria could only close her eyes, refusing to witness the grueso scene unfolding before her.
From the beginning, S.'s roars and curses echoed incessantly, gradually weakening until now, where he could barely make a sound, only whimpering as his breath faded.
But just then, John did sothing unexpected.
John took out a bottle of high-grade HP potion, pried open S.'s mouth, and poured the potion in.
S.'s nearly depleted HP instantly recovered to 50%.
Though the wounds remained, it significantly prolonged S.'s ti before death.
"You... you're a madman..."
"I never denied that. This world has long gone mad. If I don't act a bit crazy, I'll end up dead at the hands of people like you."
John stood up and signaled the Griffin Lord to continue. S.'s screams resurfaced.
Elaria tightly shut her eyes, her brow furrowed, clearly reaching the limit of her endurance.
But just as Elaria was about to stop John's inhumane actions, an unexpected change occurred!
A powerful aura surged from S.'s body, black-purple flas instantly engulfing the Griffin Lord, reducing it to ashes without any resistance!
Seeing this, John's expression changed abruptly, and he quickly distanced himself!
"It hurts so much..."
At this mont, S. seed like a different person, struggling to stand up.
His abdominal wounds still bled profusely, his ruptured organs continually slipping out. S. kept trying to push his intestines back in, but the more he did, the worse it got.
"Hey... it really hurts, you know?"
"Elaria, get back!"
This aura, it couldn't be mistaken. It was clearly the aura of an [Apostle]!
"However, I should thank you, John. If it weren't for you, I don't know how much longer I'd have been sealed in this pathetic body."
The man stopped his actions, raised his head, and gave John a sinister smile.
"Don't rember ? Your death is sothing I still recall vividly, and thinking back... it fills with imnse pleasure!"
"[Betrayal], [Deception], that guy wasn't wrong. You've indeed infiltrated here."
"I didn't want this either. Everything happened so suddenly, I didn't even have a chance to escape before I was forcibly reversed in ti and sealed away. But now that I think about it, maybe it's not such a bad thing. To see you the mont I regain consciousness, do you know how happy that makes , my old friend?"
S., or rather the [Betrayal Apostle], casually waved his hand, and the black-purple flas of vengeance surged forward like fiery serpents, lting even solid rock in their path!
Seeing this, John was startled.
"You know very well that such tricks don't work on !"
At the crucial mont, John activated the inherent ability of the [Trickster]. The [Betrayal Apostle]'s brief distraction played right into John's hands!
As the flas dissipated, John stood unscathed, though his clothes had been burned to ashes, drifting away.
With a thought, John donned a new set of gear and sneered, "You seem much weaker, [Betrayal]."
"Only about a fifth of my peak power, but it's enough to deal with you."
"Are you sure?"
A grey-black barrier ford, isolating Elaria outside, creating a misty screen that left only John and [Betrayal] within.
Seeing this, [Betrayal] paused montarily, then burst into laughter, his eyes moist with tears of mirth. "I thought it was my imagination. So you really did take the powers of [Deception] and [Lust]?"
"Don't worry, soon your power will belong to too."
"Just with those two weaklings? Hahaha! This is interesting! I didn't expect our reunion to unfold like this. Not bad, not bad. You've made very happy!"
As [Betrayal] spoke, he slowly lowered his head, staring directly into John's eyes, and said, word by word, "This ti, I will savor every mont of your dying breath. It must be delicious!"
"The outco is still uncertain. With only a fifth of your power left, you don't seem that formidable to ."
"Why don't we find out?"
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