Chapter 311 The Silent Butcher
"The Silent Butcher!" The Divine Priests shouted in fear.
The Divine Priests had long investigated all the powerhouses in the Moonlight Empire.
One of the most notable enemies they noticed was Nathan.
Nathan was quite famous in the Arcane Continent for his silent killings.
During one of the virtual trials, Nathan massacred all the participants without even the audience noticing.
If not for Nathan, the only remaining participant, the audience wouldn't even know who did the killings.
As they said, fear not the fast or powerful knife, but the hidden one.
Looking at Nathan, who was slowly walking towards them, they couldn't help but tremble.
"Not begging?" Nathan muttered emotionlessly.
"Hmph! A Divine Priest shall never kneel!" They said forcefully.
Although they feared death, the awe they had for their God still prevailed.This chapter is updated by nov(e)(l)biin.com
As Divine Priests, they represented their God.
Them kneeling was equivalent to their God's Image being trampled upon.
"Then you can die~"
Suddenly, Nathan disappeared in front of their eyes.
The Divine Priests froze, looking around cautiously.
"Protect us!" Popo called his subordinates.
Unfortunately, they were still being killed by the Cosmic Behemoth made by the heavenly formation of the Imperial Moon Army.
Slash~
Suddenly, Popo's head flew, sending the others into despair.
"Popo!" Hans yelled.
Slash~
Then, another head belonging to Hans flew.
"Fuck!" Mononov cursed in despair.
No matter how alert they were, it seemed that their deaths were already written, and they couldn't do anything about it.
All their skills, defense, even their will were frozen.
Even the protective treasure given to them by their God seemed to be ineffective.
Slash~
Soon, another head flew making the only remaining Divine Priest, Looyt.
"It's the end..." Nathan muttered coldly.
However, as his knife was about to strike, the space seemed to twist, sending his attack into the void.
"Oh? You survived?" Nathan muttered in interest.
Since he awakened his physique, no one has ever survived his knife.
His special physique is called the Heavenly Death Mark.
A Heavenly Physique that touches the law of death.
No matter how strong they are, once they are marked, they are sure to die.
It's like a bomb was planted in their head, and he only needed to detonate it.
That is why no matter how thick their defense is or even if they possess certain immortality.
It was all for naught once their head was separated from their body.
Meanwhile, Looyt sweated, barely escaping his certain death.
"You can't kill me!" Looyt said coldly, still maintaining the demeanor of a Divine Priest.
It seemed that the protection amulet given by his God was of good quality.
By his estimate, this Silent Butcher shouldn't be able to kill him for a while.
He just needed to wait until reinforcements came.
After all, this is the territory of the Westle Empire.
That arrogant Emperor Khan would move even if he didn't want to.
As for his subordinates?
Looking at them being massacred and escaping from the Cosmic Behemoth, he had already given them up.
Attacking the Empire where he could come and go wherever he wanted in an instant.
Moreover, Being able to escape unscathed was a massive achievement.
"It seems that they were able to guess that something was wrong with me," Khan concluded.
Just earlier, another surge of memory was inputted into his mind, delaying him from rescuing the believers of the Gods.
"They even knew the exact time, what a formidable Empire!"
Khan wondered which among those top prodigies was able to conclude his symptoms, leading to such a precise attack.
Neo was too low-key, a.k.a too lazy, that people didn't even know his abilities.
Many thought that Neo was just a lazy second-generation son who only knew how to eat and sleep.
What they didn't know is that he was also an accomplished Diviner comparable to those at the top.
Soon, the remaining Divine Priest flew toward him.
"I greet the Emperor!" Looyt bowed.
"Oh? You're still alive?" Khan teased.
"I'm lucky to have been saved by Your Majesty," Looyt said flatteringly.
"It's no problem."
"By the way, your loss this time is huge."
The loss of the Gods this time is heavy.
Three divine priests and hundreds of thousands of tier 8 believers just died in a few minutes.
Even a God would need a lot of resources to recoup these losses.
"Indeed, if it hadn't been for Your Majesty, we wouldn't even be alive today."
Just a few seconds longer, and Looyt would have died.
Fortunately, Emperor Khan arrived just in time.
As for the other believers, Looyt didn't care; they were just disposable pawns.
"What do you plan to do now?"
Although the puppets were untouched, the general controlling them was dead.
As for the believers of the gods, there were only less than ten thousand remaining.
"This... we plan to report to the gods before deciding."
"On behalf of the Almighty God of Shadow, I can only say sorry to Your Majesty for delaying the war."
"Hmmm, you shouldn't be able to contact your God..." Khan said, sending Looyt into confusion.
"What happened? Did Your Majesty know something?"
It's been over a year since the Shadow God last answered his prayer.
He thought his God was just in seclusion so he didn't answer.
However, listening to Emperor Khan, there should be other reasons.
"You do not need to worry."
"It's the business of the Gods,"
"How about this, I'll revive the people here and you continue to attack the Moonlight Empire," Khan said calmly.
He can't have the war delayed any longer.
Three years is already the maximum; any longer than that, Khan felt something may happen.
Although it's only a premonition, it's better to trust it than let some problem crop up later.
However, Khan's calm words sent shock to Looyt.
"Revive?! Is it the Amalgamation of Will?"
In his cognition, only a God could make a person come back from the dead.
Even those mighty Apex Sovereigns, to revive someone, needed to pay a huge price and satisfy all kinds of conditions.
"You'll see..." Khan smiled lightly.
During this time he had been receiving the unknown memories, his mastery of the Amalgamation of Will reached perfection.
Reviving people who just died under the territory of his Empire was just a piece of cake.
He didn't need to satisfy all kinds of conditions; just the Amalgamation of Will is enough.
Thinking of this, he raised a hand as if sending a divine decree.
"RISE!"
