Looking at Holderak and the other specters roaring unwillingly.
Daller’s eyes showed mockery.
He raised his hand, the power of shadow converging into a sword in his palm, and swung it straight.
Whoosh!
A slash filled with the power of shadow swept directly through the nearest specter.
The specter imdiately dissipated.
Not only did it vanish without a trace, but it also didn’t regroup.
Another specter was so frightened that it retreated repeatedly.
“‘Shadow Slash,’ one of the skills I acquired after becoming a fifth-ranked ‘Assassin,’ integrates offense and defense like the ‘Shadow Armor,’ making faster, more agile, and capable of so things that only a ‘Night Watcher’ can do, such as…”
"Slaying specters!”
Whoosh!
As his words fell, the shadow longsword in Daller’s hand delivered another slash.
This ti his target was Holderak.
Holderak, who was a third-ranked ‘Knight’ and ‘Sword Bearer’ before the ‘Corpse-speaking Contract,’ still maintained normal thinking, strength, and combat habits after the pact.
At this mont, facing the shadow slash, Holderak had no intention of dodging.
A longsword gleaming with spectral light appeared in his hand, and Holderak swung it towards the shadow slash.
The dark slash collided with the faintly glowing spectral strike.
There was not much sound.
Just a muffled noise, and then.
The shadow slash vanished, and Holderak’s entire spectral body dimd.
But, Holderak managed to block this strike.
Moreover…
It bought Peters a chance.
Transford into a specter, Peters ignored the brass carriage’s obstruction, erged from the ground, and grasped Daller’s ankles. A cold energy rapidly spread. 𝘙ÂꞐ𝙤𝐛ЕŜ
The boots began to be filled with frost.
However, Daller remained unhard.
"Peters, you’re truly soone seeking shortcuts but forgetting the basics.”
"Never mind hastening the ‘Secret Pet.’
"Don’t you know that, as a first-ranked ‘Assassin,’ besides gaining [Agile Attack], you also acquire [Poison Resistance] and [Cold Resistance]?”
"That was first rank!”
"How could I, having been enhanced multiple tis afterward, possibly be invaded by re specter cold?”
Daller lowered his head, looking at the terrified Peters.
With a wave of his sword.
The shadow slash swept through Peters’ body.
The fourth-ranked ‘Beast Tar’ was directly cut.
Yet, it didn’t dissipate.
Instead, it re-entered the carriage.
Clearly, the fifth rank of the ‘Assassin’ could harm specters, but compared to a professional ‘Night Watcher,’ it was still lacking.
One must know, even a first-ranked ‘Night Watcher”s [Protection Against Evil] is enough to be fatal to ordinary specters.
Daller did not care about this.
‘Assassins’ are most adept at dealing with humans. .
Not specters!
He looked at Peters, who scrambled back among the specters, mockery in his eyes deepening.
"Cowardly fellow.”
As he said these words, Daller unhurriedly approached the specters.
He wasn’t worried about any delay causing changes.
In fact, he hoped to stall for a bit.
What the artifact Tercon left was, Daller didn’t know.
But there was one thing Daller was certain of.
From his knowledge of ‘mystical knowledge,’ every precious artifact has usage limits.
Once the ti is exceeded, the artifact will fail.
So even consu certain materials continuously during use.
Therefore, Daller was not in a hurry.
"Let’s see how long you can hang on!”
Daller said, swinging his sword again.
His forr subordinates were cut down one by one.
Those specters who were not ‘Professionals’ would be completely dispersed by the power of shadows with just one slash.
While Holderak and Peters, though they withstood one or two more hits, couldn’t withstand much, and both their states were on the brink of collapse, as if a breeze could scatter them.
As a result, they kept dodging.
But it was useless.
Daller’s agility was beyond imagination.
What posed problems for ordinary people barely existed for Daller.
Peters and Holderak’s speed of sinking into the brass carriage wasn’t as fast as Daller’s speed of darting through windows.
After two consecutive tries, Peters and Holderak were too scared to continue that way.
Instead, they could only run back and forth in the fog, even hiding in mid-air.
But when the last ‘Transcendent’ specter floating in mid-air was split in two and completely dissipated, Peters and Holderak virtually had no escape.
Daller no longer had the interference of other specters.
His focus was entirely on them.
"Heh.”
"Where’s Jason?”
"He wouldn’t have lost his nerve, would he?”
With victory in sight, Daller seed less urgent.
He appeared to be gradually pressuring Peters, Holderak.
In reality, he was exerting pressure on Jason.
When each ‘Corpse-speaking Contract’ spirit dies, while the contractor does not suffer substantial harm, they lose a considerable amount of physical strength, like just now.
15 spirits died.
Even the ‘Bone Desecrator’ was panting at this mont.
But until now, Daller still hasn’t heard any sound of panting.
That item!
Daller quickly thought of the crucial point.
Then, he beca more resentful of the useless Durdu.
He couldn’t even handle a dead man’s legacy!
"However, should I say, not surprising for soone out of that organization?”
"To possess such a precious item!”
A trace of greed flashed in Daller’s eyes.
An item that can raise a professional level out of thin air and eliminate negative states is naturally extrely precious.
Even if it can only be used once!
The remaining ‘shell’ would still be in high demand!
Moreover!
Who knows if Tercon might have left more items?
If there were another one…
Thinking this, Daller’s narrowed eyes glead brightly.
Gold Crooks?
He didn’t care.
But he liked secret techniques!
Loved those powerful secret techniques!
Although he was a tier-five ‘assassin’, he had collected quite a few secret techniques!
But suitable ones were very few.
And this was one of the reasons why he allied with Prince Ruitai, besides his instinct to obey the strong.
He hoped to use Prince Ruitai’s influence to beco stronger.
However, secret techniques were too precious.
Especially those suitable for tier-five ‘assassins’, even more so.
Unless one offers sothing of equal value, not even Prince Ruitai could obtain the corresponding secret techniques.
And now there was an opportunity.
Completely an unexpected delight!
If that were the case, enduring Prince Ruitai’s wrath wouldn’t be impossible!
With this thought in mind, Daller beca less anxious.
However, necessary vigilance was still maintained.
He raised his hand, and several traps ford by the Power of Shadow appeared around him.
When an ‘assassin’ progresses to tier-two, [Trap Making] appears.
And when progressing to tier-five, traps can be made with the Power of Shadow.
The traps beco more bizarre.
More difficult to detect.
After completing all this, Daller swung his sword again.
The spirits under the transcendent’s command didn’t force Jason out, naturally because their value wasn’t enough.
Whereas two professionals, one tier-three, one tier-four, were considerable wealth.
He did not believe Jason would sit idly by.
Moreover, a tier-three and a tier-four ‘professional’ would die, could that item withstand?
Probably a bit difficult.
So, Jason would definitely appear.
Holding onto this belief, under Daller’s Shadow Sword, black slashes erupted.
And he began to [listen] to the surroundings.
Then…
He heard it.
He heard the sound of a blade piercing flesh.
He heard the sound of blood splattering.
He heard breaths abruptly cease.
Then…
He felt pain.
Unimaginable pain.
He lowered his head.
He saw it.
He saw a portion of a blade piercing through his chest.
Blood trickling down the blade, drop by drop.
Daller’s mind went blank for a mont.
After about a second or two, only one thought remained.
"No!”
"Impossible!”
"How could I, a tier-five ‘assassin’, be backstabbed?”
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