Lu Cang simply smiled, but the faint killing intent emanating from him told Cui Bing that he was absolutely not joking.

This person really has the ability to wipe out their entire guild.

boom!

The moment its hand touched the massive red stone pillar, it was sucked into it.

"Varied……"

Glug~

The huge red stone pillar emitted a sound like swallowing.

Cui Bing was eaten directly.

Gradually, one pupil after another opened on this enormous blood-red stone pillar.

These pupils opened, swirling around, looking in all directions.

"Lu Cang".

"It's me. I've come to take back what's rightfully mine."

All those eyes were focused on Lu Cang, scanning him up and down thousands of times. Each time he was swept by those eyes, it felt as if his whole body had been licked by a sticky tongue.

A moment later, all those countless eyes closed again.

"Okay, come in."

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In a small town where the dead roam, in a quiet little house, an old man of the dead faces a clock whose hands keep turning.

Tick-tock—

Tick-tock—

The old clock ticked heavily, and the old ghost sat in a rocking chair, smoking a bone pipe.

Beside it was an apprentice who had recently returned.

"Master, have you fixed the clock?"

The apprentice saw the clock; it was familiar to him, the clock his master cared about most.

However, due to the high difficulty of repair, it has not been fixed.

But now that it has returned from its errands, the old clock is working again.

The master did not answer its question, but only murmured.

"This era will soon come to an end."

"The end of an era?"

The master then turned to look at the little undead: "Yes, when this era ends, those sleeping false gods and even quasi-gods will awaken."

"wake?"

The little apprentice repeated itself, somewhat not understanding the meaning, and asked, "What will happen when they wake up?"

"Xiao Ling, recall, what is the essence of the Divine Path advancement?"

"Essence...an enhancement of divine power? Or...an evolution of divinity?"

The old spirit said, "Ha, no, none of those are..."

"The essence of divine advancement is aggregation... gathering countless divine positions scattered throughout the world into one's own unique one, achieving the unique and transcendent position of a true god."

"Once those powerful gods awaken, what do you think they will do?"

“They…” The apprentice’s pupils contracted.

His expression turned terrified as he looked at his master.

The master sneered, "That's right, they will hunt down anything that shares the same divine status as them."

"Until He is the only one left holding this divine position."

"When they awaken, the whole world will be stained with the blood of the gods, and all beings with divine positions will be unable to protect themselves."

"Unless you possess sufficient strength to guarantee that you can contend with a sufficiently powerful high-ranking god."

"Then, if I don't have a divine position, will I not be..." The apprentice laughed halfway through his sentence.

There is no divine position.

In a world where gods reign supreme, what difference is there between a blade of grass that isn't even a demigod and a grain of sand?

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[Assassination Church]

In the darkness, assassins within the church lurk in the shadows of the main hall.

They are cultivating their minds and refining their ability to conceal their presence. As always, everything is as calm and peaceful as it has been for countless days and nights before.

And then, suddenly...

The same premonition arose in the hearts of countless followers of the Assassination Church.

Tish's existence has vanished.

No……

To be precise, the true god of assassination has disappeared.

The position of the true god of assassination has become vacant, and at this very moment, all the believers of the Assassination Church know this with unspoken understanding.

They lost their faith.

[Assassination of the Church - Bai Jingting]

This is the church headquarters of the Assassination Church. In one of the rooms, in front of the statue of Tish, there is a white-haired nun with her eyes covered by a black cloth.

[Assassinate the Church Priest - Artshur]

"Why?"

Arteshell murmured.

She felt a huge emptiness inside her, and images flashed through her mind.

Flashback to winter three thousand years ago...

The village was ravaged by fire, the severed limbs and mutilated bodies of her loved ones were scattered, and a group of burly bandits were riding on her. She was filled with despair for life and hatred for the bandits before her...

Amidst the twisted hatred, a dark and piercing figure emerged.

The dark figure cleaved the heads of all the bandits open like slicing melons, and then pulled itself up in the blink of an eye.

"I'm sorry... I didn't come sooner."

"From today onwards, the Assassination Church is your home."

...

The church saved me.

To avenge myself.

After that, Arthur lived in the Church of Assassination. About a thousand years later, the officer who saved her died in a mission.

Arteshur buried him sadly.

After that, she gradually displayed amazing talent, and eventually, after 2,500 years, with the help of chance and the church's cultivation, she successfully ascended to the position of a demigod of assassination.

He is also the sixth chosen one in the Tishi sequence.

She placed all her reverence and love for the church in that supreme being.

Tish, the god of assassination who walks in the darkness and eradicates all evil.

Tissy gave her a new life!

Since joining the church, apart from the officer who saved her, she has revered Him day and night.

but why!

Why!

"Lord Tixi!"

"Ti..."

Artesheer knelt on the ground, moonlight streaming through the opening in the church ceiling.

She sobbed softly, her arms falling limply to the ground.

Why... did you just disappear like that?

If only this were an invasion by a foreign enemy. If only it could be resolved by killing someone.

But now, she can't even find a place to vent her frustrations; she can only kneel helplessly on the ground, weeping before the idol.

But as she cried, her sobs subsided, and her cries gradually took on a tinge of confusion.

"What is wrong with me?"

Arteshur looked at his hands and then looked up at the huge statue in front of him.

Why am I crying?

The sadness still lingered in her heart, yet Artshur couldn't recall any reason why she was crying.

I just felt a void in my heart.

"Why are there statues here... in my room?"

Whose statue is this?