Vritra looked around at all the assassins that were already on the ground. Striking them now would be showing them mercy. So he ignored them all and fixed his gaze on the four assassins that were still left standing.
All four of them were above level 600, with the highest being at 655. Vritraâs own level was at 628âif seen normally, then there should be a huge power difference between the two.
Well, there was a big power difference, but not in the way most would assume.
The four assassins were the strongest leaders of the Dawn Minion groupâthey were only under the leader. There was one more, but he had gone out on a mission.
Even the four assassins were terrified by the sight in front of them. They wondered what kind of monster their organization had offended to be reduced to this state within minutes.
"Who exactly are you? And what is your reason for causing trouble here?" one of them asked. He just wanted to buy some time; of course, Vritraâs reason to kill an assassin organization was obvious.
"..." Vritra looked at the four men before fixing his gaze on the man who had just asked the question. He pointed one of the axes towards him and said:
"Got you!!"
In the next instant, Vritraâalong with the weapons he was holdingâcrumbled into dust, shocking all four of the men.
It was just a clone.
The strongest assassin among them felt slight rustling of air behind him. Without even saying anything, he swung his blade behind his back with all his might while jumping away.
WHOOSH
The blade tore through a body, cutting it in half. But the first assassin was shocked to see that it wasnât Vritra who had just diedâit was one of the assassins who was already suffering.
"Where is he? I canât sense his presence at all. Is he an assassin too? What kind of technique is this?" the second one spoke, looking around vigilantly; his body continued to tremble.
The entire hall was filled with a palpable tension. There was little to no chance of survival. The horrifying screams made the situation much worseâthe four assassins understood that Vritra was a psycho.
Even if their work involved killing, most of them didnât enjoy the task and just did it because they had to. But Vritraâhe was enjoying the entire act. He seemed more excited the more the people screamed in pain.
"Get closer," the first assassin suggested as the four stood close to one another, with their backs pressed together. This way they were able to look in all directions and had a higher chance of defending against any surprise attack.
Vritraâs voice sounded suddenly.
"Forbid: Mana!!"
[Forbidden Activated.]
He appeared in front of the fourth assassin, who had a terrified look on his face but still tried to launch an attackâonly to notice the next moment that he couldnât access any of the mana in his body.
"H-How is this possibâUghhh!" He hastily pushed his blade forward, but Vritra casually waved one of the axes, cutting off both his feet near the knees.
The scream of the fourth assassin sounded as he fell down. The other three were alerted and attacked Vritra at the same time.
"Forbid: Vision!!"
[Forbidden Activated.]
Vritraâs casual voice sounded as his body turned into dust and disappeared. At the same time, the second assassinâs vision went dark. He was startled and so frightened that he began to swing his blades around randomly.
"Uwaaaah I CANâT SEE ANYTHING!! AHHHHHH M-MY EYESâ"
The other two assassins easily dodged his blades, but the fourth assassinâwhose body was falling to the groundâcouldnât.
The blade slashed at his eyes, cutting them both in half. Finding a target, the second man didnât stop as he madly cut at the head of the fourth assassin.
His cheeks were torn, his jaw was cut into several parts, his nose fell off, even his neck was almost torn apart.
"Forbid: Strength."
[Forbidden Activated.]
Vritra mumbled. The number twoâs vision finally returned, and he saw the terrifying scene of his blade plunged deep into the skull of his friend.
He was horrified and fell back, his body shivering badly. He vomited and began to run away.
The number three, who was holding two metallic knives, suddenly felt extremely weakâjust standing became an impossible chore for him. The two knives fell from his hands as if their weight had increased by dozens of times in an instant.
At that moment, an axe descended from the top.
BANGGG
The sharp blade struck exactly the third assassinâs head, then it continued to move down, slicing his body in two vertically.
The axe passed through his flesh and organs as if cutting through empty air. The third man had a dreadful expression on his face, his eyes filled with regret and questions.
Then the two parts fell in opposite directions, as the blood and organs flowed out like a mess.
The second assassin saw this and became even more terrified.
"You bastard, fight me head-on if you dare!" the first assassin roared with bloodshot eyes. Even as assassins, they had little relationship with each other, but they could still be considered one large family.
And now every single one of them was dying such pitiful deaths, without even knowing why they were being killed.
[Nether Eye Activated.]
Vritraâs figure appeared in front of the first assassin, who had gone mad with bloodlust. But his body paused as he saw the vertical eye on Vritraâs forehead containing endless darkness. For some reason, he felt a strong danger from it.
An invisible wave of energy shot out of the Nether Eye and struck the first assassin, who had no way to defend against it.
But Vritra didnât pause...
He spent even more mental energy, sending one more mental attack.
Then again...
And again...
The first manâs weapons fell to the ground as he clutched his head tightly and fell to his knees.
His scream reverberated across the hallânone of his words were understandable. His hair turned white extremely fast before withering away. Then the first assassinâs skin began to shrink as blood seeped out of all the pores on his body.
Receiving several devastating mental attacks completely wrecked his body, inside and out.
His eyes bulged to an impossible length before popping out of the sockets and hanging by the nerves connecting them, giving a bloody view of his skull. The sight was extremely gruesome.
Vritra no longer paid any attention to him and looked at the second assassin, who was trying to wriggle his way out of the dust dune.
Vritra felt a headache since a large amount of his mental energy was exhausted, but with his passive skills working in the background along with Shift, it began to recover rapidly.
"Where is your leader?" Vritra moved and flashed in front of the man, who already seemed to have gone crazy.
"I-I donât know sob sob uwaaaah p-please spare me, I d-donât even know you... sob sob I hadnât done a-anything... I have a family... please, I am working to feed t-them... sob sob... I donât want to die..." the second man cried and begged.
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