Sacrifice's Rise: I Became Invincible After Entering Godslayer Temple

Chapter 377 Chapter376-A Chance to Fight

Chapter 377  Chapter376-A Chance to Fight

[Shape-shifting (Divine Skill) – Originating from Alyssum, the deity governing shadows and slaughter. When used, this skill allows instantaneous movement to a target location within the user's mind power range, ignoring all barriers, defensive constructs, and spatial obstructions. It can be activated twice before needing to recharge, with a current storage of two uses and a cooldown time of 30 minutes.]

This Divine Skill was not just effective on the battlefield; in such confined spaces, it posed an immense threat. When John's figure vanished from his original spot, all AGHHO assassins were stunned.

They looked around instinctively, trying to locate John.

Even 45 did the same.

However, no one could pinpoint John's current location.

When John reappeared, it was right at the center of the group.

The AGHHO assassins were shocked, raising their daggers in a desperate attempt to strike first.

But John, with his agile movements, moved like a specter among the assassins.

Holding the Divine Blade, he accurately identified and exploited their weaknesses before they could even react, defeating them with swift precision.

The AGHHO assassins, in their terror, could hardly believe what they were witnessing. They had thought themselves skilled, but against this young man, they realized they were no match at all.

John moved through the field like a ghostly figure, his powerful aura overwhelming the AGHHO assassins.

Wielding the Divine Blade, whether it was the fierce energy waves or the sharp sword aura, he effortlessly sent the assassins flying, those who had held the players hostage.

In John's hands, these assassins were like fragile lambs, utterly defenseless.

Utilizing the power of the Eye of Artemis, John accurately located each of the held players and used the Divine Blade to rescue them.

His actions were a spectacle of grace and deadly efficiency. Each swing of his blade was a display of his mastery, a dance of death for his enemies. The AGHHO members, previously imposing and threatening, now seemed utterly outclassed and helpless against John's might.

The players, once hostages, watched in awe as they were freed.

Their eyes held a mix of gratitude and disbelief, witnessing the prowess of a true warrior. John's movements were not just about combat; they were about liberation and protection.

The battleground was transformed into a stage where John, wielding the Divine Blade, was the undisputed protagonist. Each motion he made, each enemy he dispatched, added to his growing legend within the virtual world of 'Godslayer'.

For the AGHHO assassins, the realization set in too late. They were not just facing a skilled player; they were up against a force of nature, a player who had transcended beyond their understanding of skill and strategy.

As the dust settled and the last of the AGHHO members were subdued, a profound silence fell over the area.

John stood amidst the chaos he had quelled, a lone figure of strength and resolve. In this virtual world, he had not only defended himself but had also stood as a protector for those unable to fight back.

This chapter in the 'Godslayer' saga was not just a tale of victory; it was a testament to the power of skill, strategy, and an indomitable will. John, known as Galewind, had etched his name deeper into the lore of the game, a legend in his own right, a hero to those he had saved.

The players, witnessing John's performance, were astounded.

Their eyes widened in disbelief at the scene unfolding before them.

John gestured slightly, signaling the rescued players to take cover nearby.

The murderous intent in his eyes cast a shadow of death over the assassins.

"I gave you a chance, but you failed to seize it. Now, you all shall meet your end," John declared.

Panic set in among the assassins.

Their only thought was to escape from this fearsome young man.

However, John gave them no chance to flee.

Leaping into the air, he launched a ferocious attack on the assassins.

His movements were fluid, his Divine Blade gleaming with lethal brilliance. Each strike was deadly, swiftly incapacitating the assassins who fell to the ground, grievously wounded and unable to continue the fight.

The Divine Blade in John's hand shone even brighter, an oppressive aura enveloping the fallen assassins, binding them like a judgmental claw.

"You have received the punishment you deserve," John said coldly. "Now, you will be consigned to the abyss to face even harsher punishment and judgment."

No one understood the meaning behind John's words until he snapped his fingers.

The sky darkened, and the light faded away. The next moment, the assassins lost their sense of direction; all their senses were blocked. They found themselves in complete darkness, isolated from the world as if their connection to all basic elements and mind power had been severed.

[Abyssal Prison (Divine Skill) – A gift from the Abyssal Warden. Once activated, it can seal and imprison a space within a 1000-yard radius. The caster can alter the ORDER parameters within this space at will, controlling all basic elements except time and space…]

To ensure no chances were taken, John pulled the assassins into the Abyssal Prison. He created a dark and sinister space filled with terror and eeriness. In that realm, the assassins would endure endless torment and pain until they repented.

The other players, unaware of what had transpired, only saw John snap his fingers, after which the assassins disappeared. Only Blue Sea and Adam, who had previously witnessed the Abyssal Prison, showed thoughtful expressions.

John then turned his attention to 45, his gaze cold and resolute, filled with determination and a murderous intent.

"Where… where did you send those people?"

45 was on the verge of collapse, his level and strength insufficient to comprehend the depths of a Divine Skill like Abyssal Prison.

The unknown terror only intensified 45's fear.

"45, you've run out of options for retaliation, haven't you? Guess why I left you for last?"

John lifted the Divine Blade, his lips curving into a pleased smile. But no one saw the cold murderous intent flickering in his eyes.

"Your men are taken care of, and now it's your turn."

John's voice was cold and resolute, sending a shiver down 45's spine.

His face turned ashen, unable to hide his inner terror and despair.

45 knew well that he was no match for John, but he wasn't ready to accept defeat. Facing certain death, he decided to fight with all his might, unwilling to vanish silently from this world.

He took a deep breath, fixing his gaze on John, determined to exert his last ounce of strength to fight for a slim chance of survival.

John seemed to read the assassin master's mind, his face etched with mockery.

"The moment you refused to leave, your fate was sealed. I left you for last to give you a chance to fight... Come on, let's see what surprises you, the assassin master, can bring me!"

John's weapon conveyed utmost confidence and ease.

"You arrogant fool, thinking I would just give up and surrender? You're too naive!" 45 said through gritted teeth.

His eyes glinted with violent rage. Despair and anger intermingled, giving way to a never-before-seen fervor.

Being a lover of battle and bloodshed, it was no wonder he was a core member of AGHHO.

45 realized this was his final chance, his last struggle.

He couldn't easily concede to John, fighting for the dignity of AGHHO and the honor of being an assassin master.

45 swiftly blended into the shadows, his keen senses alert to every minute movement around him.

He moved swiftly through the darkness, everything seeming to go smoothly. Yet, John's eyes flickered with disdain as his figure too disappeared from the spot, leaving behind a faint afterimage.

A chill ran down 45's spine; he quickly clenched his dagger and spun around, thrusting towards the source of the cold, but hit only air. Then, a streak of cold light flashed behind him. 45 dodged hastily, but still felt a sharp pain in his back – he had been grazed by the attack.

Gritting his teeth against the pain, 45 retaliated, thrusting his dagger forward only for John to easily sidestep.

John's eyes held a trace of scorn, as if mocking 45's futility.

"Don't think hiding in the shadows makes you invincible. What's the difference between that and an ostrich burying its head in the sand?" John's voice, calm and even slightly amused, added insult to injury.

45's brows furrowed deeply, his eyes darkening further.

He knew John wasn't offering friendly advice; his words were meant to undermine 45's confidence. Ignoring John's taunts, 45 merged into the shadows again, silently closing in on John. He strained his keen senses, seeking an opening in John's seemingly casual stance.

Finally, 45's eyes brightened as he spotted a rare opportunity when John turned his head.

He leapt from the shadows, his dagger slicing through the air towards John's neck – the most vulnerable spot.

However, John seemed prepared, merely shifting slightly to let 45's attack pass harmlessly by. The dagger brushed past John's body without inflicting any damage. As they passed each other, 45 could even see a flicker of amusement in John's eyes.

45's eyes widened in rage and frustration, refusing to admit defeat despite being driven into a corner.

He darted back several steps and spun around, vanishing from John's sight.

John's eyebrows lifted slightly, seemingly unsurprised by 45's actions.

While invisible to the naked eye, every move of 45 was clear in John's divine power.

Seconds later, a whooshing sound tore through the air as 45 burst out from John's side, dagger aimed at his heart.

The attack was lightning-fast, almost imperceptible to the bystanders, who gasped instinctively at the sight.