Ordinary fantasy adventure in Faerûn

Chapter 463: Blasphemy Assassin
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Shaflock Ankif moved forward calmly and steadily in the darkness. His metal boots stepped on the rocks, making regular trembling sounds. His eyes emitted a dim light in the darkness, revealing a cold and silent silence. There was also a bloody aura around his body that would not dissipate even after 500 years.

His steps were steady and confident, and considering the recent events in the Temple of Baal, it was quite remarkable that Shavrock could maintain such a state of mind.

He had experienced the death of his own daughter. The Flame Fist hit the entrance of the temple. The leader of the sect was not there, so he was forced to let him take up the banner and even personally ordered the road leading to the temple to be blown up.

But even with so many events happening, he still maintained the most basic calmness, and found the only possible way to preserve the temple in this desperate situation. These setbacks did not cause this legendary figure from a hundred years ago to show even the slightest panic.

"Followers of the Lord of Murder."

Shaflock suddenly stopped moving forward, and behind him, the followers who were following closely behind him also stopped moving forward.

"We are here, my Lord."

A tall knight wearing full plate armor, carrying a shield and a greatsword, armed to the teeth from head to toe, immediately stepped forward to respond to Shavlock's words.

He is a Death Knight, a very dangerous high-level undead who can cast fifth-ring spells, is extremely difficult to kill, and has very powerful basic attributes.

This kind of undead can only be born from the corpse of a fallen paladin. For this reason, the appearance of every Death Knight means the fall of a paladin. But behind Shavlock, there are three Death Knights following.

You know, this kind of undead is very rare, and every Death Knight has his own will, which means that even if they become Death Knights, they will only follow the things that led to their downfall in life.

And the fact that these knights could appear here and follow Shavlock could only mean that their corrupt behavior in their lifetime could only be related to Baal.

It is very likely that they were influenced by Baal during their lifetime and were completely immersed in the pleasure of killing. Therefore, after death, their souls were captured by Baal, and with Baal's blessing, they were transformed into Death Knights who were keen on violence and massacre, and then continued to spread killing and terror in the mortal world before they died completely.

"Guardians, Lurkers, Observers, and all of you blasphemous assassins, do you know that you are the last people who can serve the Father in the mortal world?"

Shaflock turned to look at the three taciturn death knights, then turned to look at the remaining 20 or so blasphemous assassins.

"Yes, my lord, we know, we experienced, we survived, those useless trash died, but we are qualified! We are qualified to continue to serve the King of Murder!"

A blasphemous assassin with an extremely fanatical tone responded to Shaflock, who nodded calmly at this time.

"Yes, that's the point I'm making."

Shavlock continued, "The followers of the Lord of Murder, the blasphemous assassins who still exist in the world, our great temple has been exposed to the eyes of those heretics, and our power has suffered a devastating blow."

"Although your ability to survive the continuous disasters has proven your strength, there are too few qualified people. The remaining strength we have is not enough to continue to protect the precious gift given to us by the King of Murder. If we continue to sit and wait, our corrupt and fallen temple will be destroyed by those pagans. This is an offense that I cannot accept."

"can not stand!"

"Damn infidels!"

"For the King of Murder!"

The blasphemous assassins were indignant. After observing them silently and indifferently for a while, Shaflock simply waved his hand to stop their excessive behavior, and then continued to speak.

"We must act. When we return from this dark place to the surface, we will announce our return with a large amount of blood and death. We will once again become the nightmare of this city, the eternal poison, causing the city to rot and decay, and let it wither in pain and fear. We will take advantage of the situation to rise up."

"So prepare, faithful followers of the Lord of Murder, we will announce our danger and cruelty with a hearty slaughter, a massacre that will shock the world. They will tremble again at the holy name of Baal and hear the name of Shavlok again!"

Some blasphemous assassins cheered again, but at this time, another group of assassins suddenly frowned, and among these frowning assassins, one assassin suddenly spoke.

"The reputation of Shavlock? No! You are not our leader. You are just an old thing who failed 100 years ago. You are a temporary substitute. You are not qualified to replace our real master! Only the true Chosen One is qualified to inherit the reputation bestowed by the King of Murder!"

The assassin's words instantly made the scene quiet. All the assassins looked at the brave guy, and then at Shaflock who suddenly fell silent.

In this heart-stoppingly serious atmosphere, everyone's eyes began to flicker constantly, and they began to look forward to what was about to happen next. The three Death Knights also drew their swords in an instant, wanting to rush forward and chop the guy who was talking nonsense into minced meat in an instant.

However, just before the Death Knights were about to act, Shavlock suddenly reached out to stop them. After that, the tall figure began to approach the assassin who had made the bold statement.

"What a strange idea. After the jackals were wiped out, I didn't expect that there would still be such a loyal person in my team. Tell me, assassins, how many people with similar ideas are left in the crowd in front of me."

No one answered Shaflock's words. After a brief dizziness, everyone present regained their senses. Even the assassins who were also frowning did not dare to provoke Shaflock at this time. However, even if no one answered, Shaflock still remembered those people whose expressions changed at the beginning.

"No one dares to stand up again! What a pity, I had higher expectations for you guys."

Shaflock shook his head in disappointment, then suddenly grabbed the neck of the assassin who had stepped forward, and pulled him out with great force, including his head and spine!
(End of this chapter)