On the other side of the town of Kebe, Priest Dorne walks slowly through the narrow, dark underground passages of Shaq Manor. He was a little absent-minded, and although his eyes saw the delicate and intricate statues on the sandy floor and marble walls, none of the patterns actually entered his mind. At this time, even an apprentice assassin who had just joined the Temple of Murder could easily stab him in the back - but whether or not it would have an effect was another matter.

The power of a dagger is only known to those who are proficient in the use of daggers, so Dorne is extremely honored and grateful that he was able to be transformed by the gods. The power of the god of murder swells through him at all times, reminding him of his important place in the whole world.

"We are the only real force in the world. The words of the black-clothed sage seemed to ring in his ears again: "Everything will die, and we are the most decent mortuaries for all living beings." We are to create ornate curtain calls for the living in a way that best suits their status and contributions, and listen to their confessions as they breathe for the last time. At that moment, when their thirst for life was incomparably strong, they could only helplessly watch it fade. At that moment, you will be able to truly appreciate the power of the god of murder. ”

Dorne was moved to tears, and fell to his knees begging to be able to contribute to the god of murder. He soon became a black-clad priest and began to graduate in the art of conversion to death. He was very proud that he could now give death directly, but it would be difficult for others to bring him death in the same way.

The corridor seemed endless, but Dorne knew it was nothing more than a magical effect, leaving the unknown visitor lost in it and unable to find an exit. He knew how to avoid being selected. But also know how to use this effect for a walk. He likes to think while walking. And in the endless cloisters. From time to time, howls can be heard from the arsenal. Each howl signified the appearance of a new glue man, one more tool for the servant of the god of murder.

Only a faithful priest like Dorne is the true servant of the god of murder, and the other assassins, spies, and scouts are just tools like the "glue men" they created. Those white, transparent glue people are nothing more than freaks crossed between clay monsters and humans, they have intelligence, but no soul.

Dorne's whole body trembled like an orgasm at the thought of souls, he loved souls of all kinds too much. Small, fragile. Not much brighter than the flame of a candle, but capable of withstanding hundreds of splits and cuts. A strong mercenary or knight can turn into dozens of glue people, and they have the same martial arts as their previous body. There are many misconceptions about the god of murder, but Dorne has seen the creation of the glue man and knows that it is the power of creation, the power of death to life!

Dorne patted his head gently. Why did his mind run to the glue man again? What's the use of all this now? The plan has been set, all the servants of the temple will be transformed into glue people, and only the priest who can feel the grace of God and be able to release spells will continue to maintain his current body, or become a quasi-chosen person of God like him. Have a new body with no critical weaknesses. Soon, an army of the world's strongest assassins and warriors will emerge. To carry out - "Dorne ......"

Dorne froze, who was calling him in the Infinite Corridor, was this another Assassin training, or was he hallucinating?

"Dorne, come here. The voice rang out again.

Dorne burst into tears, and he recognized the voice. The Sage of the God of Murder was standing in the shadow of the corridor columns, and only a black outline could be dimly discerned. If it weren't for the fact that they could find themselves, the Sages would not even reveal their silhouettes, they themselves would be shadows and darkness.

"I listen to your teachings, carry out your commands, and serve your will. Dorn knelt on the ground, picked up his dagger-cold hand, and pressed his lips to it. There is no temperature, no smell, and even the body is illusory, this is the real divine power, Dorne thought with emotion.

"You have been thinking hard about it, a trait that is rare among my many ministers, and I will test you and reward you for it. The Sage said, "Not long ago, an old friend followed in my footsteps and came to the vicinity of the town of Kebe, hiding among the leaves and peeping among the trees. I don't like elves, they are addicted to poetry, music, and waste countless hours, so they should be made to realize the preciousness of this time with death. ”

"I'll be at your service and it's my pleasure to kill the elves near the town of Kebe. ”

"Oh, you can do it with ordinary elves, but elven sages are not within your reach. ”

Dorne's eyes widened, and then he lowered his head again: "Yes Sage, my strength is not enough to destroy the servants of the Elven God, but I believe that with your help, this is not an impossible task. ”

"Ha, you're a smart guy, but have you forgotten something?"

"Test, my lord, I dare not forget it for a minute. Dorne lowered his head, suppressing his excitement. The last time the God of Murder laid down the test was to find a way out of the top of Mora, bringing out the divine power device used to make the glue man, and after success, he obtained the God-given body. The god of murder is meticulously laid out and perfectly executed, both of which are indispensable. So for God's servants, these pastors need to live this philosophy. They will not wield a mace, shout useless slogans on the battlefield, charge like wild boars. Instead, like a clever chess player, he arranges everything with **, fear, deception and scheming to get a wonderful victory.

"You're smart," the black-clad Sage stroked Doon's hair with his hand, as if the elders were encouraging the juniors. "The Elven Sage only needs a glance to see through your faith, after all, the god-given power that burns in your heart is like a lighthouse, and your latent power is not enough to hide from him. I give you a dagger capable of killing the Sage, but how you do it is your business. Remember, the outcome is important, but without the process, the result will be pale and weak. ”

The black-clothed sage flipped his hand and took out a black stone dagger, using cold silver refining as a handle. If Siegel had been here, he might have shouted in surprise. Because except for the difference in the shape of the dagger, this is obviously a copy of the obsidian dagger.

"There are no blades, but they are so tough and sharp that even the skin made of divine power can't resist them. There are four such daggers in this world, and in addition to this one and the one in the hands of the god of knowledge, two are missing. ”

"Once I've done this, I'll start looking. ”

"Do not be in a hurry, my servant, and plan one thing at a time. After sending the dagger, the cold voice and blurred outline of the black-clothed Sage's body faded away, leaving only Dorne still kneeling on the ground in the endless corridor. His face still had tear stains, but his whole body was full of strength.

Taking three deep breaths on the ground, Dorne stood up against the wall. He carefully rubbed the obsidian dagger, every line and crack on it revealed its primordial power, and he seemed to see the primordial moment of the birth of the world. It is said that death is earlier than the birth of the world, and will be later than the destruction of the world, and is the only being greater than eternity.

He kissed the dagger and accidentally slashed his lip, which he saw as a warning and a lesson to him. Time is of the essence, and the plan must be formulated as soon as possible. He looked at the cloister, walked quickly forward, and stopped next to a dragon statue. Pull firmly on the dragon's tooth until it makes a clicking sound. A secret door opens from the wall, revealing a pitch-black passage behind.

Darkness is a friend of the God of Murder and certainly does not interfere with the actions of its priests. After blending into the shadows, Dorne returned to his room in one step.

In the dim light, a naked woman was tied to a cold iron plate, unable to move. Her body was mutilated, and all the pairs were reduced to a single one. Her body was opened, her internal organs exposed to the air, still tenaciously moving, sustaining her dying life.

After hearing the movement with her remaining ear, she let out a faint voice, begging for her death. But death is cheap, and the real blessing should be a wonderful journey to death. Dorne is deeply in love with this woman, how could he let her leave him?

He always connected his senses to her, transferring the pain to himself when the hurt happened. Due to the nature of the Heavenly Body, he could no longer feel pain and fear, especially the fear of death caused by a fatal wound. It is by relying on his lover that he can relive that feeling again and again, and every time he can feel something and improve.

Especially when he needs to concentrate on planning, the pain and despair that envelops him can make him calmer. Dorne tenderly kisses the girl's one-eyed, licks the blood that flows from the empty socket with his tongue, and casts a healing spell. With the power of the God of Murder, death once again moved away from her so that Dorne could continue to hug her lover tightly.

"Oh, thank you, my love, and we're together again. He continued to add wounds to the girl with his nails, and derives twisted pleasure from her desperate and pained eyes.

The things that the sage has given him can't be done by the priest, and he can't even get too close to the elves, otherwise he will definitely startle the snake. The Devil Servants in the Darkness or the Clay Slayer can also alert the elves, causing them to fall short. So only assassins who are proficient in assassination are the best choice.

But why did the Sage give the task to himself instead of directly to the Assassins? Although most of the elite Assassins were not currently in the New World, they could be called in at any time through the teleportation array. It is believed that the top few killers can accomplish this job by taking advantage of the elven sage's carelessness with the help of the obsidian dagger with the assistance of the obsidian dagger.

He buried his face in the middle of his lover's belly and forced himself to keep thinking. It's not going to be that simple, never will, especially after getting a god body. This mission must be even more difficult than the one at the Top of Mora! He opened and closed his teeth, and gnawed at his intestines, allowing himself to have a keen sense like a beast, so that he could have a premonition of the fleeting opportunity to hunt.

What should be done?

Maybe the forces of the Solidarity Society should be unleashed, Dorne thought, or the ignorant but powerful adventurers should be hired. (To be continued.) )

PS: This is an automatic release, don't eat fat during the New Year.