Chapter 1070 New System Functionality
Michael's frown deepened as he processed the revelation that the assassin before him was indeed an angel of death. The shock was palpable on his face, and the assassin seemed to take amusement in it.
"Normally, encountering an angel of death would be your final moment," the assassin taunted, a smugness underlying his words. "But for you, I'll make an exception."
"Why?" Michael's curiosity pushed him to question, seeking understanding. However, before an answer came, the assassin's movement caught him off guard. In a blur of blue, the assassin appeared behind Michael. Reacting swiftly, Michael spun around, only to see the assassin swiftly retreat a few feet away.
"He's showing off," Ayag muttered, clearly unimpressed.
The assassin then took a moment to showcase his eerie fascination with his dagger. Licking its surface with an almost sickening relish, he charged at Michael with the dagger held high. Michael's instincts took over, and he raised his dark sword to block the incoming strike.
"Slow," the assassin remarked casually, as he attempted a swift slash toward Michael's throat. Reacting with lightning reflexes, Michael bent backward, his body forming a near-perfect arc to evade the dagger's edge. He countered with a powerful swing of his leg, aiming a kick at the assassin.
"Nice flexibility," the assassin commented, sounding like he was critiquing a performance.
In the blink of an eye, the assassin leaped into the air, disappearing from Michael's direct line of sight.
"Where is he, can you sense him Sarba?" Ayag asked, remaining in Michael's black coat,
"No," Sarba said.
Sarba's inability to sense the assassin's location added to the challenge. Michael activated his x-ray vision, scanning his surroundings for any trace of the elusive opponent. Yet, the assassin managed to surprise him once again, materializing above his head.
Reacting on pure instinct, Michael lunged backward, narrowly evading the assassin's aerial attack. The assassin adjusted his trajectory with uncanny agility, delivering a powerful kick to Michael's chest that sent him hurtling through the air.
Gritting his teeth, Michael quickly regained his bearings, using his momentum to stabilize himself. He charged forward, channeling every ounce of his physical speed into his movements. His dark swords sliced through the air with deadly precision, a testament to his combat prowess.
"You're quite the swordsman, but your skill with other weapons could use work," the assassin casually critiqued Michael's swordsmanship.
With an effortless grace, the assassin deftly dodged and parried Michael's attacks. Abruptly, he halted his movements, his gaze locking onto Michael as a smile graced his lips.
"I'll be keeping an eye on you," the assassin's words hung in the air, a promise of future encounters before he vanished from sight. The next moment, he materialized beside the king, who was still lost in his agonized screams.
The king's frantic cries for help seemed to take no notice of the angel of death at his side. Michael watched, a silent observer, as the assassin's blade traced chilling lines across the king's face. The sensation of the cold blade seemed to snap the king back from the brink of madness.
"Who... who are you..." the king's trembling voice quivered with fear, but his question was cut short by the swift, brutal motion of the assassin's blade. Blood sprayed, the king's gurgled attempt at speech silenced as his throat was ruthlessly cut. The pool of red expanded beneath the lifeless form.
As the angel of death rose from the king's body, his gaze locked onto Michael's. The temple seemed to hang heavy with the stench of death. The assassin's words were a chilling warning as he spoke directly to Michael.
"This temple reeks of death. Don't disappoint me by dying," his voice carried a hint of amusement and finality. A dark crimson-red smoke enveloped the assassin, obscuring him from view. And then, as quickly as he had appeared, the smoke dissipated into nothingness, taking the angel of death with it.
After the angel of death's departure, Michael's brow furrowed, and he pivoted toward the lamp as the assassin had instructed. The prospect of the temple "reeking of death" weighed heavily on his thoughts, a mystery he intended to unravel. For now, his purpose was clear – to investigate the hidden path that might lead him to Marli's worshippers.
Sarba's voice carried a heavy undertone as he questioned, "What did he mean by 'reeking of death'?"
The query echoed in the air, joined by Ayag's curiosity. "And why did he say you're quite the swordsman, but your skill with other weapons could use work? How can he know you suck at other weapons?" Ayag's curiosity danced with a touch of mischief, almost prompting Michael to swat her playfully on the head, were it not for their grim circumstances.
"We will find out," Michael responded with a steady calmness. He approached the lamp and, following the soldier's instructions, turned it. A low, ominous creak echoed as a hidden door opened before him.
The revealed passage led downward into darkness, and as Michael descended, the air seemed to grow heavier with the scent of blood. It stirred a growing unease within him. Despite his internal tension, he pushed forward, the need to locate Marli's worshippers driving him.
"We should be on high alert," Sarba's cautionary words were apt, serving as a reminder of the potential dangers lurking in the shadows.
Amidst the hush, the scent of blood invaded Michael's senses, heightening his alertness. The echoes of their footfalls reverberated off the walls, while his environmental scanning revealed no signs of life nearby. An unsettling sensation crept over him, a gnawing doubt that the soldier's information might have been fabricated.
"Something's not right here," Michael murmured, his instincts on high alert as he moved around a corner, further descending into the dark underbelly of the temple.
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