Green Monster Epic

“Are you satisfied now?? ”

The headless corpse in the sky fell in free fall, dropping towards the earth from slow to fast.

The four pillars of the wilderness sensed the vitality of the life form that had just been alive and kicking gradually fading away.

A faint and emotionless voice was uttered from the mouth of the Kobold Saint Davinci, and his slowly retracting gaze stared straight at the calm and stern face of the Gnoll.

The other two demigods lightly wiped away the remaining blood from their weapons, with a hint of sadness and desolation in their eyes.

Before the headless corpse could even land, the magician among the three masked assassins cast a Mage Hand spell, steadily catching the corpse, while also controlling two other Mage Hand spells to begin stripping the corpse of its equipment and loot.

Since the three assassins were unharmed at this time, the true identity of the owner of the headless corpse was self-evident.

Marvin probably never imagined that the life-saving straw in his eyes would eventually become his death warrant.

Caught off guard, the Deep Gnome assassin faced a joint attack from the Gnoll Saint and two demigod melee comrades.

Even in his prime, he would have been almost impossible to survive, let alone now, when he was exhausted and locked by the Dimensional Anchor, unable to cast Shadow Jump, making his survival even more impossible.

“It’s not a matter of whether I’m satisfied or not, but that he deserved to die, or rather, he died for a worthy cause.”

Allen's face showed no joy, even though he was the one who initiated the plan to kill Marvin.

Although this Deep Gnome compatriot, Marvin, had many disagreements with Allen, Allen's breadth of mind and courage would not lead him to kill the other party for these reasons.

The reason why Allen, along with the three pillars, had a murderous intention this time was naturally because the other party had a way to die, but Allen could not deny that he played a key role in it.

“Your Excellency, we have completed the task you issued.

If there is nothing else, then we will go back to report.”

After the three demigods collected the spoils, they calmly came to Allen and the others, and the leading magician negotiated with Allen and the others on behalf of the three.

“Thank you for your hard work, I will have someone send the mission reward to the guild later.”

“Goodbye, Pillars.”

The magician nodded, then respectfully saluted the other three wilderness pillars, and then led his two companions away.

These three demigod-level powerhouses from the Assassin's Guild, even without Allen and the others suddenly intervening, were extremely confident in killing the target of this trip.

It's just that the reason why the Assassin's Guild has been able to settle and develop steadily in the Mansha Wilderness for so many years lies in the fact that they have always adhered to the rules set by the Temple of Nature and the Mansha Alliance many years ago, and never personally assassinate important figures of the two major forces.

Just as Allen had participated in the assassination of the wilderness pillar Black守 in his early years, the final blow to Black守 was still completed by the powerhouse sent by the temple.

Allen and the other pillars and their tribes have many informants around them, and they may not have professional and suitable means to carry out the task of besieging a demigod, so they simply handed this matter over to the Assassin's Guild.

Moreover, by doing so, they can also guide public opinion to shirk the blame afterwards, at least to give the public a clear explanation and maintain the unity of the wilderness.

“There is still a lot of aftermath work to be done, according to the previous agreement, you must work with me to deal with it!”

After the people from the Assassin's Guild left, Allen turned around and reminded his three companions.

“Humph!!”

The Kobold Saint Davinci responded with a cold face, and a ball of flame rose out of thin air in his hand, and then flew towards the headless corpse of the demigod lying on the ground, dragging a long tail of flame.

Whoosh!!

The headless corpse was wrapped in flames, as if hot oil met cold water, and a raging pillar of fire immediately rose, and began to burn violently.

Just as this premeditated murder was completed, in the southeast direction, in the main city belonging to the Yucatan tribe, the people of the Yucatan tribe were still living a peaceful and happy life.

The Deep Gnome Archmage Garfield stood by the window on the high spire, overlooking the entire prosperous city, and a sense of satisfaction of holding great power could not help but arise in his heart.

After the demigod Marvin, who still held the position of patriarch, left the tribe, all the affairs of the tribe, large and small, were presided over by Garfield, the legendary high-level mage whose wisdom and strength were second only to Marvin.

Having been trapped in the legendary high-level rank for more than 150 years, seeing the footsteps of death approaching him step by step, Garfield could no longer concentrate on being immersed in the world of magic and knowledge.

Whether it was for the prosperity and growth of the family, or for the inheritance of his own knowledge, Garfield had to start planning and laying out in advance, so that he would not be so rushed when his final moment came.

Of course, he also wanted to enjoy the things he had no time and energy to pursue in the past, such as wealth and power.

Holding great power, hundreds of thousands of compatriots let him take whatever he wanted, this feeling did not seem to be weaker than the joy he gained from traveling in the magical world.

Even in Garfield's view, who was tasting the taste of power for the first time at this time, its charm had already surpassed the pleasure of magic, making him somewhat regretful that he should have changed his pursuit earlier.

The Archmage, who was immersed in the taste of power, was completely unaware that a shadow behind him turned from virtual to real, and two cold blades pierced directly into his short neck.

Puff!

Puff puff!!

The passive magical protections that always lingered on Garfield's body, in front of the tips of those sharp short swords, were as easily pierced as freshly spotted tofu, completely failing to exert any effect.

Just as the blade was about to pierce the delicate and thin mage robe, a pigeon egg-sized diamond under a sparkling necklace on Garfield's chest suddenly shattered, and at the same time, a milky white light group quickly enveloped the Deep Gnome mage's body.

Puff!

The double blades fell, but there was no sense of force feedback, and the eyes of the assassin who revealed his figure did not show any surprise.

His body also quickly disappeared into the current space.

Garfield's face was ashen, having narrowly escaped death thanks to the passive activation of the necklace he wore. However, a seasoned veteran himself, he had barely exited the teleportation channel when magical syllables began to spill from his mouth. The lavish magical equipment he wore rippled with layers of magical energy, as the extravagant gnome archmage directly activated the magic imbued within the equipment.

However, to his surprise, the teleportation spell he cast, at the cost of a precious star diamond, covered a shorter distance in space and time than he had anticipated. Just as the magic imbued in his equipment was activating, Garfield sensed the assassin's presence once more.

The assassin, like a maggot clinging to a bone, had followed him closely, emerging from the shadows beneath his feet and launching an attack on his lower body as soon as he left the shadow plane.

Pfft!

Clang!

The intangible magical shield was unable to stop the twin daggers, imbued with anti-magic properties, from piercing through. However, the tangible shield formed by ice and earth elements did create some resistance to the assassin's attack, though it only delayed the attack for a brief moment.

But that brief moment was enough for Garfield to use the spatial magic imbued in his equipment to once again escape the dangerous situation through a teleportation channel.

As soon as the gnome's figure disappeared, the assassin's body, not much taller than the gnome, also vanished, eventually locking onto the exit point of the gnome's teleportation magic and leaping into his shadow.

"…"

If Garfield had only felt shock and fear after the assassination attempt earlier, at this moment, his heart was definitely in free fall towards the bottomless abyss of darkness, plunging into despair.

Garfield did not give up on his desire to survive. After trying to regain his composure and rationality, he quickly began various self-rescue measures. On one hand, he continued to activate the magic imbued in his equipment, and on the other hand, he recklessly threw out various powerful magical items from his dimensional storage, trying to delay the assassin's attack.

During the subsequent 5-6 teleportation attempts, a series of magical explosions would occur in the space Garfield had previously occupied. However, the powerful magic could not stop the assassin's determination to hunt down the gnome. The assassin remained stubbornly fixated on his shadow aura, relentlessly pursuing him.

Especially considering that Garfield believed the assassin could only perform three shadow leaps, but now, after several teleportations, the assassin had used shadow leaps to catch up with him each time. This meant that the assassin targeting him was at least a demigod-level being.

Only those who reached the demigod level or above could break the shackles of their profession and overcome their original limits.

Realizing this, the gnome archmage's heart became even more filled with despair!

In the futile struggle and chase, when the teleportation-related items on the gnome's body were used up, it meant that his moment of death had arrived.

Pfft! Pfft!

Two daggers, radiating a cold light, pierced through the gnome's chest, shattering his heart, while the other pierced upwards into the brain from the rear cervical vertebrae. Even a saint would be powerless in the face of such fatal wounds, let alone a legendary gnome.

Life rapidly drained from the gnome's thin and small body. Although his emerald-like pupils were filled with longing and reluctance for this world, he could not change the reality. An invisible soul was slowly drifting towards the River Styx in a distant plane, or perhaps towards the kingdom of a certain god.

Describing this intense assassination might seem lengthy, but in reality, the entire process only took a dozen breaths. By the time the powerful aura and magic fluctuations that suddenly erupted in the mage's spire reached the senses of the powerful Yucatan tribe members in the bustling city and they reacted, many things had already been settled.

Whoosh!

The two short swords were withdrawn from the gradually cooling gnome's corpse. The masked assassin flicked his wrist, creating a flurry of sword flowers to shake off the blood from the blades, and retrieved a long, rhombus-shaped crystal product from the dimensional storage around his waist, pouring shadow energy into it.

A spacetime beacon!

A precious magical item, but its effect was very simple: it provided an accurate location for a companion in a distant place, allowing them to track or teleport from a long distance.

Buzz!

The beacon emitted a faint light, and a silent, soft sound vibrated at the soul level. Soon, on the left side of the space where the beacon was located, a semi-transparent portal quickly formed, and a masked mage with long, pointed ears and wearing a mage robe steadily walked out of the portal.

"The control core of the magic lock in the tower is entrusted to you. I will go outside to create chaos and buy you time!"

The demigod-level assassin, seeing his teammate arrive, ignored the loot on the gnome's corpse and simply said a word before his body gradually dimmed until he disappeared.

The newly arrived mage nodded, and at the same time, the staff in his hand burst into a ball of brilliant light, and a faint wave washed through the mage's spire, allowing the newcomer mage to explore its mysteries.

At the same time, explosions and riots occurred everywhere in the Yucatan city, named after the Yucatan tribe. The Yucatan tribe warriors, who had long lived in comfort, were slow to react and failed to organize effective actions to contain the spread of these riots.

The few legendary powerhouses remaining in the city had just flown out of their respective residences, ready to understand the situation in the city and take action, when several arrogant human powerhouses revealed their true identities and launched attacks on them.

"This is a warning from our Human Alliance to you wild barbarians for interfering in the war between us and the Orc civilization!"

One of the human paladins, wearing heavy armor with a holy emblem of the God of War on his left chest, declared their identity and intention to the masters of this goblin city with a million inhabitants in a firm and dignified tone.

"You hairless monkeys, damn you!"

Although they did not know the true identity of the other party, the goblin powerhouses remaining in the city were by no means weak and roared angrily.

"I will roast and eat your flesh to commemorate the valiant sacrifices of my tribe's warriors!"

"Our patriarch will return soon, you will not escape!"

"Hahaha!! Your patriarch will not be able to return. He has already gone to the River Styx before you, waiting for your reunion!!"

"You madman!"

"Damn you!!"

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