Game Transmigration: Saving the World Again 1000 Years Later
Chapter 164 - 164 Assassin (2)

164 Assassin (2)

They were Restorationists, so they ought to support Duke Jesse, but looking at Duke Jesse, who commanded countless flies like a monster—was he still himself?

“Why don’t we run?” one of them hesitated for a moment before speaking.

No matter who won in the end, it didn’t seem to be beneficial to them.

Vincent’s monstrous daughter’s victory meant the failure of the coup. They were bound to be chained with Magic Sealing Chains and imprisoned.

And if their duke won… Alright, God knows what their duke had become. When the time came, will those flies reduce them to skeletons?

!!

After all, they had never heard of a spell that controlled a large number of flies among the 13 spell types—instead, they had heard similar descriptions in demonic stories.

Most of the attendants from the relief team nearby had already escaped. Only a few bold ones remained at the scene and watched in fear. As for the April Fool’s parade not far away, they had long fled.

What kind of joke was this? How dare they watch mages fight on the street? It would be akin to suicide.

“Running before it’s over is the wisest choice,” the person continued.

However, it was also at this moment that the tense situation on the other side of the faint golden barrier changed.

Three short swords emitting golden light shot out from their concealment, breaking through Duke Jesse’s defense and piercing his chest, neck, and left eye.

The two mage attendants exchanged looks.

“His Grace… is dead?”

It was a matter of course that no one would be alive after having their chest, neck, and eyes pierced at the same time.

Even non-human monsters rarely survived such serious injuries.

“No, that girl is about to lose.”

A voice that seemed to be singing with a strange rhythm suddenly sounded behind them.

The two of them turned their heads immediately, but they didn’t see anything.

As far as the eye could see, there was only a messy street.

Could it be that the voice we heard was an illusion?

…

Oh no, I missed…

William cursed inwardly when he saw that the three blades hidden under his illusion had missed.

The other party had dodged the three blades that were aimed at its crown at the critical moment.

Although all of them struck vital spots, the damage wasn’t enough to banish the other party.

As for him…

Crack, crack, crack…

The last iron plate on William’s neck cracked at a visible speed, having had to withstand the load of Mirror Shadow, many defensive status spells, and the control of the Golden Swords to deal with the other party.

William decided to take the final gamble. He used Illusion to hide the three Golden Swords and let them quietly bypass the fly tornadoes around the other party like a slithering snake. However, the moment he planned on shooting down the paper crown on the other party’s head, the last iron plate couldn’t withstand the pressure and cracked completely.

The three golden swords exposed themselves and were discovered by the other party. Erosion then dodged at an extremely tricky angle, preventing its true weakness to be hit.

William, who had lost the last response terminal, was left with Liliana’s Mirror Shadow.

He couldn’t send any power here through the medium, nor could he control the golden swords that danced in the sky.

The reason why this phantom could still stand here and not be killed by the other party’s passive Rotten Domain was that the Frost Domain he had augmented was still in effect.

Now, as long as the other party walked over and touched him, this illusion would disappear into the air like bubbles.

How long had he stalled for time? Where was Blake?

William could only control Lilian’s body to swing his fists and attack.

Erosion instantly sensed that the golden swords dancing in the sky had lost their agile control, and their trajectories became mechanical and rigid. Therefore, it immediately stirred the flying flies in the sky and destroyed them.

Then, it looked at the girl who had wasted its time.

The iron plate around her neck had completely shattered.

Upon seeing this, it pulled out the sword in its eye socket.

“You’re very strong. Although you relied on that holy relic to use such powerful strength, your control over strength has completely exceeded your level…”

Perhaps it was because there was a sword in its neck, but its voice was very hoarse. Then, with a grinding sound, it pulled out the sword in its neck.

“Or could it be that you’re only a puppet now, and that the holy relic is actually controlling you?”

Erosion said as blood spurted from its neck.

With that said, it strode towards William. As it walked, it pulled out the last sword embedded in its chest. Then, it gripped it tightly, and the sword turned into countless golden specks of light and dissipated.

William didn’t get Liliana’s Mirror Shadow to escape. He knew that as long as he made a move, the other party would finish him off swiftly.

It wasn’t that he couldn’t bear to part with Mirror Shadow, but he might be able to buy some time if he stood still and chatted with the other party.

“So what’s your goal in coming to Currere?” William looked at Erosion and asked.

Countless flies crawled over the three wounds it had suffered, and more disgusting things squirmed in the wounds.

The other party didn’t answer William’s question. Instead, it reached out and tore off the shattered iron plate from William’s chest.

“The Eighth Holy Spirit’s holy relic?”

Erosion distinguished the remaining symbols on the iron plate and looked at William.

“What a coincidence. I came to Currere to kill the Eighth Holy Spirit. Ah, at least half of it.”

With that said, it raised its hand and pressed down on the Liliana Mirror Shadow’s head. Then, William lost his sense of the illusion.

“Kill me? With just a Demon General?”

William, who was far away in Viper Scar, thought suspiciously.

On the other side, Erosion looked at the girl whose head had just been crushed by him.

The imagined scene of her ears, brain, and blood splattering in its hand didn’t happen. The other party turned into countless bubbles and dissipated.

Illusion?

It had been troubled by a mere illusion for so long?

Then, what was the other party’s main body…

“She’s backed by the person you want to kill.”

A voice with a unique rhythm echoed behind it.

Erosion suddenly turned its head and realized that a humanoid formed by black fog had stood behind it at some point.

The other party held a crudely made and funny-looking paper crown.

The crown that Erosion originally wore.

Before Erosion could say anything, it—who had lost its identity as a fake king—was instantly expelled from Currere.

What replaced it was a pile of rotten residue and a crumpled ball of luxurious clothes.

Koos bent down and dug out his prize for this trip from the ball of luxurious clothes—a bone-white dagger.

Blade of Nirvana—a weapon that could completely kill that man.

Looking up at the crows that blotted out the sky not far away, Koos sighed slightly.

Then, he turned into a shadow and dissipated in place.

…

“Valk!”

With the Lady of Starvation’s furious roar, ripples appeared on the originally calm Lake of Entropy.

“I only said that I would help kill the Calamity, but I never said whom I wanted to help kill the Calamity,” a seemingly innocent voice replied.

Then, He continued, “Moreover, compared to your dear baby Erosion, isn’t the probability of success higher if that child does it? This way, you won’t waste your hard-won Nirvana authority, right?”

“But you know that the shadow is…”

“Doesn’t matter,” Valk said casually.

“The empire’s army is amassing. The time will come when Ava State is conquered. Since the Calamity has given up on becoming one of us, we have to stop him from snatching the eighth throne.”

“Moreover, this is an easy choice, right? Terra or William? Which one’s rise more in the Moon Realm’s interest?”