Chapter 4: Ultimate Assassin - Devil's Unleashed
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The entire banquet scene descended into chaos!
Guests scattered in shock and fear.
Grace, surrounded by dozens of bodyguards, looked on with confusion and fear at the gunfire not far away.
In the center of the banquet hall, Jonathan's figure flickered like a ghost, almost turning into a residual image! This speed completely surpassed the normal limits of the human body.
He effortlessly dodged countless attacks!
Whoosh! He swiftly rushed towards the Fallen Angle!
"Crack, crack!" Jonathan's hands swiftly disassembled the weapons in the Fallen Angle's hands into a pile of metal parts, scattered on the ground.
the Fallen Angle's expression changed abruptly. Several poisonous silver needles appeared in her hands.
"Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh!" Silver needles shot out, and poison erupted in the air.
Jonathan's pupils constricted. With a swift motion of his sleeve, clang, clang, clang! Numerous silver needles were knocked to the ground, and the poison corroded the carpet, emitting white smoke.
the Fallen Angle's pupils widened in shock, and she hastily turned to retreat.
But before she could retreat, Jonathan's fist came crashing down!
Boom! the Fallen Angle was sent flying by a tremendous force, crashing into the wall behind, causing the entire wall to crack!
"Puff." Blood trickled down from the corner of the Fallen Angle's mouth, her face looking grotesque and pale.
With disheveled hair, she now resembled a blood rose on the verge of withering.
Throughout the Western world, the Fallen Angle was terrifying. Yet today, this deadly angel was sent flying with a single move!
Jonathan remained cold and indifferent, stepping towards her.
"Two years ago, which angel from your 'book' killed Pamela?" Jonathan clenched his hands, producing the sound of cracking knuckles. His eyes were filled with bloodshot lines!
the Fallen Angle, still in pain from her injuries, smirked sarcastically."We, the book,have slaughtered too many people from Harthaus at 'book.' Which one are you talking about?"
Whoosh! Jonathan flashed in front of her, and a powerful punch landed on her chest!
Crack! The sound of chest bones breaking!
the Fallen Angle was sent flying again, shattering a table behind her.
With her hair in disarray, her face showed signs of struggle, gasps, and a hint of ferocity.
"Two years ago, Pamela, a PhD in weapons from Harthaus Academy of Science! Was she killed by an angel from your 'book'?" Jonathan's voice turned ice-cold, echoing like the music of hell. His eyes were now filled with endless bloodshot lines—a manifestation of his hatred.
That year, the memories of that woman's death remained etched in his mind. They were once childhood friends, comrades on the battlefield...
Memory of warmth flashed back
Jonathan would never forget her appearance before death. The blood stained the ground, leaving only her doctoral gown riddled with bullet holes and a medal stained with blood.
"So, it was her... I remember. ...she must have felt hopeless when she died." the Fallen Angle suddenly laughed, her voice carrying a mocking and eerie tone. "Hahaha... when you saw her, she must have been nothing but a bloody mess, right?"
"Clang!" A light clang!
In Jonathan's right hand appeared a silver short blade with a bizarre and terrifying design!
The sound of the weapon clash was like Devil's cry!
The Death Lord never used his weapons because no one in this world was worthy.
But today, he summoned Devil's Cry!
This weapon, once considered the ultimate assassin's blade in the Western world, reappeared!
"Puff!" With a swift motion of Jonathan's right hand, Devil's Cry tore through the air, piercing through the abdomen of the Fallen Angle!
Devil's Cry pierced through her abdomen!
In a graceful arc, it flew back into Jonathan's hand.
The abdomen of the Fallen Angle was pierced, and the wound continued to bleed uncontrollably.
In this world, once injured by Devil's Cry, there was no possibility of recovery. Only the draining of vitality remained, awaiting death.
"The way you killed Pamela back then will be the way I kill you today," Jonathan declared, holding Devil's Cry, his voice chillingly cold.
The wrath of the Death Lord, a blood sacrifice!
"I will make you bleed every drop of blood and kneel before Pamela," he said as he sent Devil's Cry flying once again.
Thud!
the Fallen Angle dropped to her knees, her abdomen pierced.
Jonathan's expression remained cold as he advanced step by step.
"Every angel from book will be buried for Pamela! Your heads will be her burial offerings!" Jonathan's voice echoed with a chilling hatred.
At this moment, the Fallen Angle, with her pale face, suddenly laughed, a grin that appeared grotesque and eerie.
"Death Lord, you can't kill me..." Her smile at the corner of her mouth was tainted with blood, making it look even more eerie.
Jonathan paused, slowly turning to scan the surroundings.
Suddenly, dozens of well-dressed men rushed out from the chaotic banquet scene!
Weapons in their hands instantly aimed at Jonathan!
Members of the the Erebus Apostle had arrived at the scene!
"Drop your weapons and surrender!" dozens of assassins threatened with a commanding shout.
"Puff!" Jonathan's response was a silver glow from Devil's Cry!
Devil's Cry pierced through the throat of one of the assassins...
The assassin widened his eyes in disbelief, but he had no chance for further questions!
"I, Jonathan, will kill those I want to kill. Who dares to stop me?" Jonathan's voice remained as cold as ever.
The entire banquet hall instantly fell into chaos!
Public murder under the watchful eyes of the guests! Everyone present was in disarray—shocked, horrified, and terrified...
Endless fear spread!
Jonathan's eyes glinted like those of a demon. "You came at the right time. The people from bookwill also serve as companions for Pamela."
He moved forward with a cold pace, approaching the Fallen Angle again...
"Bang, bang, bang!" Dozens of people behind him opened fire!
A barrage of bullets surged towards Jonathan!
Murderous intent flashed in Jonathan's eyes!
Clang!
Devil's Cry emerged!
Ding, ding, ding!
Countless gunshots were instantly blocked by Devil's Cry, falling to the ground!
Under this intense onslaught of hundreds of attacks, he remained unscathed?!!
At this moment, everyone present had faces of shock and astonishment! This scene seemed beyond the capacity of their hearts to endure! Was this not an illusion?!!
His opponents were even more shocked and horrified!
Was this the might of the Death Lord?!!
The true strength of the Harthaus Death Lord?!!
Hot firearms couldn't hurt him?!!
Not far away, the host of this banquet, Grace, was pale, staring in disbelief at the ongoing gunfight. Her heart almost lost its ability to beat... what she witnessed before her eyes was simply unbelievable! How could a human possibly block so many rapid attacks with bare hands?!!
At that moment, the Fallen Angle, enduring the pain, suddenly rolled forward, swiftly rushing to the group of bodyguards in front of Grace. With a flick of her long hair, she instantly killed the bodyguards in front of Grace!
Grace turned pale, with no time to step back and evade a sharp piece of glass was already against her delicate white neck!
the Fallen Angle took Grace hostage!
"Death Lord, dare you take one more step forward?!" the Fallen Angle held a shard of glass firmly against the neck of the hostage, Grace, threateningly.
"If you dare to approach, I will kill this woman!" the Fallen Angle's voice was sinister, coldly threatening. "I know who you serve. If this hostage dies because of you, how will you explain it to the organization?"
The atmosphere at the scene became extremely eerie and sinister.
Jonathan's expression remained cold as ice, completely ignoring the Fallen Angle's threats. Holding Devil's Cry, he continued to advance step by step.
the Fallen Angle, holding Grace hostage, retreated as Jonathan approached. With each step he took, the glass shard in her hand pressed into Grace's neck a bit more.
Blood slowly oozed out along Grace's neck. The glass was about to pierce through her neck.
Jonathan remained unfazed, continuing his approach. It seemed as if he cared little about the life of the hostage before him.
the Fallen Angle's face turned grim as she continued to retreat, still holding Grace.
"If you dare to harm Six-Winged Angel, the entire underworld will launch an endless pursuit against you!" The surrounding assassins had menacing and ferocious expressions, angrily threatening!
"Puff!" Devil's Cry turned into a silver glow, instantly piercing through the assassin who made the threat.
"Bang!" The assassin's body fell heavily to the ground.
Devil's Cry, in a half-circle mid-air spin, returned to Jonathan's hand.
"I, Jonathan Harrington, will kill those I want to kill. No one can stop me," he calmly declared, his voice indifferent but carrying a terrifying sense of murderous intent.
In this world, who could hinder the Death Lord?
"Death Lord! If you dare to kill me today, I guarantee that within three days, the entire dark world and international mercenaries will dig you out and make you pay with your life!" the Fallen Angle held the glass shard firmly against Grace's neck, threatening with a sinister tone.
"Oh, really? I'll be waiting eagerly," Jonathan's voice was chilling, almost demonic. Suddenly, he raised his right hand, and Devil's Cry swiftly shot out!
"Puff!" Devil's Cry turned into a silver glow!
The glass shard in Six-Winged Angel's hand fell to the ground. A faint bloodstain gradually appeared on the center of her forehead...
Her head pierced, she became lifeless!
the Fallen Angle's beautiful eyes widened, filled with disbelief.
Thud! Her body slowly fell to the ground!
This renowned book's Angel Assassin, Six-Winged Angel, had fallen to this end!
- Writer
