Ordinary fantasy adventure in Faerûn

Chapter 464 Not worthy
The headless corpse fell down suddenly, but the blood gushing out of the corpse did not seep into the cracks in the rocks in vain.

Shaflock threw away the assassin's head casually, then raised his hand and the large amount of blood spurting out of the corpse immediately gathered in his hand.

This blood is useful. Shavlock can use this blood to summon his allies and the essence of his fellow bloodline.

But a person's blood is still too little after all. When the blood cell was halfway gathered, it stopped changing because there was no follow-up blood replenishment. Shaflock frowned, as if he was very dissatisfied with this, but there was nothing he could do. Such a small amount of blood could only achieve this level at most.

Forget it, let it be this way. Anyway, as long as we kill all the Flame Fists who dare to go deep into the underground, we can get as much blood as we want.

Shaflock waved his hand, and the blood ball floated directly behind him. Then he turned his gaze to the assassins with flickering eyes. Shaflock knew that they were also loyal to the direct descendants of the Father God, just like the corpse lying on the ground.

[Evil Thoughts]
There is actually nothing wrong with this kind of loyalty. Xie Nian has always done very well. His murder plans have never failed, and have never disappointed God the Father in the slightest. As the Son of God, the King of Murder, Xie Nian's identity and status are what everyone expects, and he is truly God's chosen one.

Even Shavlock himself acknowledged his authority, so before the day of final judgment came, he had no idea of ​​replacing evil thoughts and becoming the chosen one to murder God.

It should be like this.

"Profane Assassins, Baal's most cruel and vicious filthy blades. Out of a thirst for murder and blood, no one is more dedicated to spreading Baal's glory than you. Among all the followers of the Lord of Murder, you are the most qualified ones."

"All the blasphemous assassins were blessed and baptized under my watch. I saw with my own eyes that you were blessed by the Lord. You served Baal loyally, and also served the Agent of the King of Murder, the Chosen One and the Heir of my Lord."

"You all follow his will, because you all think that the will of the Son of God is the will of Baal..."

This...this sentence!

All the blasphemous assassins changed their faces instantly. They were shocked by Shaflock's bold and disrespectful words. From their point of view, Shaflock was questioning the authority of Evil Thoughts, and Evil Thoughts represented Baal, so Shaflock was questioning the authority of Baal!

God of Murder! This is nothing short of treason!
"Isn't that right?! My Lord! He is the biological son of the King of Murder! Apart from him, who else is more qualified than him? Who else can represent the King of Murder better than him!"

Another blasphemous assassin couldn't help but speak. Shaflock turned his head and looked at him directly with his dim and lifeless eyes. After being stared at by that gaze, a fatal sense of fear enveloped his whole body.

This deadly feeling even made the assassin's whole body stiffen, but Shaflock did not kill him as he did before. He quickly withdrew his gaze and spoke to all the blasphemous assassins.

"Before today, I was just like you now. I never doubted our great chosen one. In the past, he has demonstrated all the qualities that a qualified descendant of Baal should have: cruelty, cunning, viciousness, and excellent execution ability."

"Under his leadership, the reputation of the Lord of Murder once again spread throughout this rotten city. Our cult has grown, and amid the lambs' wailing of fear, our power has grown day by day. These are all evil thoughts, changes brought about by the arrival of the Lord of Murder's holy offspring... Ha, at least a month ago, these things really happened."

Shaflock's original words were quite calm, but when he said the last sentence, his tone was full of contempt. He had to use his lifeless eyes to look at these embarrassed blasphemous assassins who had lost the temple and could only follow him.

"As a person who has personally experienced the decline of the sect, you all know when our weakness began. Ever since our leader cooperated with that clown, the so-called Gotash, our glory has been gone forever. The murder sect has lost its autonomy since then, and the honor-desecrating assassins have become tools that can be ordered around."

"For their meaningless plan, we have paid too much, but have not received the results and rewards we deserve. As the situation has developed to this day, we have suffered intolerable losses. At this critical moment, our leader is not by our side..."

"The leader is only focusing on that plan! As long as that plan succeeds, all the disadvantages we are suffering now will be..."

Click! !
The person who spoke was still the assassin who had spoken before. Shaflock had spared his life before, but it was obvious that he did not cherish this precious opportunity, so his head was pulled out like the previous unlucky guy.

Shaflock brought the head with wide-open eyes in front of him and spoke slowly.

"Maybe you are right, but unfortunately, his damn plan has failed. Xie Nian has personally admitted his failure."

Throwing away the head, he stomped on it and collected the blood. Shaflock continued to speak to the assassins.

"Look at you, look at how miserable you are now. You used to be the most glorious blades, but now your blades are covered with rust. The daggers that could cut the trachea through the nasal cavity with just a sniff have been broken and are covered with gaps. Don't you know who made you look so miserable now?"

The blasphemous assassins looked at each other, and after 5 or 6 seconds, one of them spoke cautiously.

“…evil thoughts?”

"Yes."

Shaflock nodded in acknowledgment.

"Our once perfect role model has been flawed. Xie Nian has already met his own tragic defeat. Xie Nian's so-called plan has failed, and his allies have also met their own destruction."

"Kaiseric Thom's undefeated legend has been shattered, and Gotash has also rolled out of the city wailing like a hyena that was hit by a whistle stick from the flaming fist. Finally, it's us."

"The followers of the Lord of Murder used to be able to dominate the life and death of this world, but now we are being slaughtered like livestock one after another. All this is because of the failure of the evil thoughts. He is no longer worthy of being our leader."

(End of this chapter)