Summoning Millions of Gods Daily, My Strength Equals Theirs Combined

Chapter 113: Chapter113-Reassessment of the Major Factions

In that brief moment of mental confrontation, Aurek left an impression on her that was etched deeply in her mind, as if branded by a searing hot iron, an impression she could never erase.

He was more composed than her, the seasoned hunter who walked on the edge of a blade. He was more patient than her, a hunter who didn’t just end lives for a living but waited calmly for his prey to step into the lethal trap of his own making!

The only difference was this.

His hunting grounds were the entire empire, the vast lands inhabited by colossal beasts, each with deep roots spread across the continent.

However, this feeling of unease did not last long.

Her will quickly regained its focus, returning to the absolute calm and calculation she was known for.

This was merely a test, a stone tossed into the deep well to see if it would sink or float.

She wasn’t afraid of the ghost that could slip into the void, despite the trouble they posed.

Her true concern was to experience firsthand how this style of assassination—so different from the Shadow Sanctuary’s—worked.

She needed to feel them, analyze them, understand their methods!

After all, the storm that was destined to sweep across the empire had just begun to form its first ripple.

The leaders of the Royalist Party met Gaia and the Royal Guards outside the palace corridors.

They unexpectedly encountered Rod and his notorious Killer Guild assassin team.

Without any warning or negotiation, the battle erupted in an instant, like fire meeting oil.

The sharp blades clashed with vile blood-colored magic, and ultimately, seven or eight members of the Killer Guild were swiftly executed.

Rod, relying on a blood escape technique that came at a great cost, escaped the scene in a desperate and disheveled retreat.

Meanwhile, countless civilians in Eryndor City were left in a state of shock from the thunderous lightning arrow that had torn through the sky, resembling divine retribution.

Whispers in the taverns and marketplaces were filled with awe and unease.

The battle at the palace gates created an energy fluctuation that was the result of a full-force attack from a master rank powerhouse, its impact spreading for hundreds of miles.

Everyone near the palace could clearly feel the heart-stopping pressure and the violent magical turbulence.

The assassination within the power center of the empire continued to send ripples through the city, its aftershocks ongoing.

However, the fear, the suspicions, and the hushed discussions in the streets were slowly swallowed by the deepening night.

The burly, muscular man quietly emerged from the shadows on the side of the palace.

Before heading back to his blacksmith shop, he needed to visit the hidden residence of House Tascher.

There were still those who kept watch there, and he had to provide an explanation.

The Cardinal in red, Austin, returned to his Imperial Cathedral.

Like a statue devoid of soul, he had not spoken a word.

Master rank had been his starting point for ambition.

Now, however, he had witnessed a powerful individual of the same rank being casually slaughtered, like livestock at a slaughterhouse, with no dignity whatsoever.

The psychological shock was far more brutal and profound than any wound that could cut to the bone.

Ramos and the other followers, who had once secretly hoped to seize greater power with the approaching Firstfall Festival, fell into a deathly silence.

Bloodblade’s tragic death was like a bucket of icy water mixed with northern frost, dousing them entirely.

They realized, clearly now, how foolish their reliance on power had been. It was akin to stealing treasure from the mouth of a dragon.

Isabella, Julia, and Cheryl stood as perfect statues of white jade in the quiet, deserted crossroad.

Their white gowns fluttered in the night breeze, resembling three snow lotuses blooming in the darkness.

They stood in silence for a long time, as though communicating wordlessly.

Finally, they quietly turned and vanished like melting snowflakes.

Carl, Bladecaller, and the others, like frightened animals, silently retreated to their hidden locations in the city.

Each of their faces was grim, as if they were about to burst into water.

A master rank powerhouse—an existence they had believed to be nearly a force of nature—had been swiftly and decisively slain.

The power hidden deep within the palace now needed to be reassessed for its danger level.