Chapter 71: Front Seat To A Massacre
What’s the worst thing that could ever happen to an assassin on a mission? ... aside from dying.
That is, when they lose their cover and method for stealthy navigation.
Looking around at the flat land now surrounding them, Tavian knew there was only one way left for them to survive.
He certainly could not imagine a situation where that monster standing at the center of this emptiness with that creepy smile would allow masked assassins who had tried to kill him to live, even if they begged.
"Listen up, you all. Forget Myrra... she won’t be of much use to us this time, anyway." Tovian said in a croaking bass to the group of three assassins, trying his very best to mask the vibrations in his voice and jittery hands.
He knew his daughter could not be persuaded any further when she got like that, and the other assassins knew it as well, as they cast one last dismissive glance in the direction of Myrra, who was currently pretending to have passed out from shock.
Now, all that mattered was survival, and if anyone could find a way for them to survive right now in such a skewed situation, it would be their boss, Tavian. Unlike Myrra, they believed in the man and in his brilliant mind.
"That guy is just an Adept realm weakling.... so don’t be afraid." Tavian began.
"I mean, look around you... all this is obviously the work of some overpowered artifact, don’t you think ?" He said to them in the most convincing manner he could, and he was happy to see the three other assassins nodding in agreement.
He plans to lead them all on and in the last minute, use them as a sacrifice to facilitate his escape. And the only means of escape was definitely with the hero. So, they will help him reach it.
"So, here’s the plan. He has an artifact, and we have to get it from him...."
"As an ordinary Adept realm hero, his speed would be shit compared to you guys at the Master realm, more so, you’ve all poured most of your stats into speed..."
"So, listen..." He said as he drew near the trio.
"We get close, he will definitely be slow, as you can see, he couldn’t even chase us, that’s why he remains in place..."
"Go in for quick probing attacks, but what you all would actually be doing is to locate the artifact he must be carrying on his person."
"Number three and number two... your mind attacks won’t work on him, so just get close and distract him with fast, sharp attacks aimed at his vital spots; I will continually bombard him with my skill to provide cover fire," Tavian explained to the two assassins to the left, and then he turned to the one on the right.
"Number four: your job is to shield us from any sudden attacks the hero might have hidden up his sleeve as a fail-safe. Remain at a safe distance in the back like always... is that clear?" The final masked assassin nodded in affirmation.
"Good. Once the artifact is located, we disarm him of it and immediately throw it to me, and we will all immediately kill him with our most deadly attacks."
"Do not worry, guys... our speed is our strength. Always be on the move, in and out." He added, and in a chorus, he yelled out loud their assassin group motto... "If it breathes, it bleeds!"
"If it breathes, it bleeds!" The other three chorused with renewed vigor.
"Now!" At Tavian’s command, all three number assassins darted out at incredible speeds, straight in the direction of Zorat in the far distance.
Turning his head one last time to look at his cowardly daughter, currently pretending on the floor, Tavian shook his head in disappointment and joined the trio. His grandmaster realm’s speed is catching up to them in little time.
Once they had all gone, Myrra quietly got back up and began following far behind to see how the whole situation would transpire.
Her father was a coward but also a brilliant assassin; there was a high possibility that his plan would succeed.
Hiding, Myrra watched, lying flat on the ground from a far distance as her father and the other assassins engaged the hero.
She immediately became excited because it turns out her father’s theories were completely true.
The hero was definitely only using an artifact because he could not keep up with the speed of the assauling master realm trio assassins.
Her father, standing at a reasonable distance from the skirmish, would continuously release sonic blasts by striking his palms together, sending the erupting ground-breaking shockwaves right at the hero, destabilizing him, and pushing him back multiple paces.
But why ... why was the hero smiling?
The assassins would rush in from all angles, brandishing daggers as they aimed for all the hero’s vital points, doling out strike after strike on the hero, and he was unable to react at all.
Though the strikes were met with a shimmer of golden barrier every time, causing it to do little to no damage, still the momentum caused the hero to lose balance; he was beng pushed back. Her people were winning.
But ... why was he still smiling?
Myrra noticed the trio had suddenly changed tactics; they were now targeting something on the hero’s finger.
It looked like a golden ring, and she assumed that must be the artifact allowing the hero to do all the scary things he had done.
She knew that once they got their hands on that, it would be over for the hero. They would survive this place after all. And also complete the mission by killing that hero once and for all.
But... something wasn’t quite right with the picture ahead of her...
Why in the world.... was he still smiling?
Then it happened.
Her happiness was completely erased when she heard the hero utter the words...
"Boring."
His expression immediately transformed from one of amusement to one of total indifference...
And what followed made Myrra swallow hard in horror, trembling all over in petrification, as she buried herself further into the dirt.
She saw the speedy assassins suddenly stop moving...
No... they didn’t just stop, all their legs were gone... Severed cleanly at the knee.
’By the goddess!!’ she screamed in her mind in horror.
Baleful woes erupted from the site as these seasoned assassins cried aloud in anguish.
The point of their severed knees was gushing out fountains of blood, turning the land beneath them into a crimson river.
Number two’s sonic shield automatic defense had been sliced through like thin paper when he had tried to shield both himself and his fellow assassins from the nearly invincible sudden attack.
Now he too lay in the distance, wailing in pain with eyes pouring tears of anguish.
Myrra shivered in dread, watching this all unfold.
She saw a whirling confluence of fine sand particles, dancing around the hero, before they began to slice through the already crippled assassins like Swiss cheese.
The hero expressionlessly went from one assassin to the next. He would first sever their arms to match their legs, before proceeding to decapitate them completely; their heads separating and levitating into the skies in a symphony of bloody ritual.
The confluence of writhing sand particles that almost seemed alive with their clean and lethal efficiency in slicing through and separating body parts continued the massacre until all three numbers were down.
But as Myrra watched from her hiding place in sheer terror, seeing the sand elements of doom approaching and about to start dissecting her father into bits and pieces.....
She saw her father do something that just about condemned her to certain death...
"My daughter, Myrra!!. I know you must be watching!. Help your father!!" Trivian screamed.
Myrra: "This Fucking piece of shit!"