Divine Flame Crystal

Chapter 665 Shadow Pavilion Master Arnold

Xingluo stood on Xiaohei's back and rang the silver bell gently.

All forces quieted down at the same time.

He gazed at the western sky, his voice cold, yet it shook everyone's heart:

"You are not my subordinates, you are my companions.

From this day forward, we are no longer scattered families, no longer isolated mercenaries.

We are one—

The oneness of mortals.

If the gods were to look down upon us,

Then let them bow their heads!"

A deafening echo echoed in Requiem Valley.

The giant dragon roared, the sword cultivators shouted, the blood sacrifice priestesses prayed in unison, the shadow fire warriors slapped their armor, and the academy apprentices chanted in unison.

At that moment, the heaven and earth roared.

A super mercenary group that transcends race, bloodline, and school of thought has finally taken shape.

Under Xingluo's command, they will no longer be just mercenaries.

But -

A sharp blade that tears apart gods.

This is a lineup that has never appeared in history.

The prelude to the war of gods is about to begin amid the roar of thunder and time and space.

The night in Requiem Valley is so quiet that it seems as if all sounds are swallowed up.

In a ruin dozens of miles away from the camp, Arnold lit a dark candle alone.

He was already an old man with white hair and a hunched back, but his eyes were so deep that they seemed to be able to reflect the void.

In his hand, a small crystal bottle emitted a faint light, and a few drops of Xingluo's blood were sealed in the bottle.

This blood is not the blood of ordinary mortals.

Back then, Arnold took the opportunity to collect a drop of Xingluo's blood.

The blood contains the rhythm of time and space elements, and even breathing can cause subtle vibrations in space.

"Blood of time and space..." Arnold murmured in a low voice, with fanaticism flashing in his eyes.

"This is the sharpest poisonous blade in the world, and the only key that can break through the demigod level."

He set up a huge shadow ritual formation in the center of the ruins. The runes extended into a net, like countless outstretched arms, holding the blood in the air.

As the low incantation sounded, the blood slowly burned, transforming into streaks of light that resembled cracks in time and space.

The darkness trembled.

From those cracks, vague cries were heard, as if a demigod was roaring in pain.

Arnold's face was grim, but he didn't back down.

He raised the dagger in his hand and cut his palm open.

Blood dripped into the space-time light pattern and merged with Xingluo's blood, bursting out with dazzling light in an instant.

"With the bond of shadow, drinking the blood of time and space—I use my name, Arnold, to assassinate the demigod!"

As soon as the words fell, the light patterns suddenly transformed into countless sharp shadow blades, shooting straight into the sky.

The entire ritual formation shook violently, as if the whole world was trembling.

In the distance, a demigod sensed an unfamiliar force and turned his head suddenly, but he only had time to let out a scream.

A silent crack appeared in the void, and his body was torn apart.

Arnold's eyes suddenly lit up.

The knot in his heart completely loosened, and years of accumulation burst out in an instant. He felt the power in his body break through the shackles and rush forward.

Shadows gathered around him, transforming into a black robe; even his back seemed to blend into the darkness.

He let out a breath of foul air.

"I have finally... stepped into the realm of demigod."

Arnold returned to the headquarters of the Shadow Organization and pushed open the heavy black iron door.

The once high and mighty Pavilion Master now looked pale.

Because during the ceremony, he not only broke through to become a demigod, but also killed another demigod target.

No one in the entire organization can match him.

"From today on, I am the Master of Shadow Pavilion."

His voice was low, but unmistakable.

All members of the Shadow Organization whispered in unison: "Master!"

At that moment, the Shadow Organization completely changed its owner.

Arnold did not forget that the key to his entry into this realm was that drop of star-fallen blood.

"I owe him a favor, and the favor I owe Xingluo must be repaid."

When Arnold and the Shadowbringer stepped into the Valley of Requiem, the entire camp instantly fell into a state of depression.

Even the dragon instinctively sensed danger.

Because the aura on him is no different from that of a forbidden person.

Xingluo walked out from the center of the camp, staring at him.

"Arnold, you're here."

Arnold bowed and saluted, his voice hoarse and solemn:

"Without your blood, I wouldn't be here today.

Arnold, the leader of the Shadow Pavilion, will give you a great gift.

Not for money, not for profit, just to repay this favor."

Xingluo was silent for a moment, and finally nodded calmly: "Then stand shoulder to shoulder with me."

The first thing Arnold did after his return was to publish an unprecedented assassination list.

This list spread throughout the underground world.

What is recorded above are no longer the names of mortals, but the names of gods and angels!

Seraph,

The God of the Temple of Light speaks for us.

Even the incarnations of several low-level gods,

All of them were written into the assassination targets.

The underground world was in uproar.

Someone whispered in horror, "This is crazy! That's a god!"

Some people's eyes flashed with enthusiasm: "If I can kill a god, my name will be recorded in history forever!"

Below the list, the Shadow Organization wrote down a reward that drove everyone crazy:

The Shadow Organization's most valuable alchemical magic equipment.

Fragments of a long-lost ancient artifact.

A rare material that would move even a demigod.

As long as you successfully kill the targets on the list, these rewards will be delivered without reservation.

The actions of the Shadow Organization shocked the entire underground world.

Countless assassins, mercenaries, wandering mages, and fallen knights are ready to take action.

They originally killed for money and hatred, but now they have a new dream:

Kill the gods.

In the corner of the tavern, some people were discussing in low voices:

"If someone could truly assassinate the gods, the order of this continent would be completely rewritten."

"I heard Xingluo is behind this? No wonder... He's the only one who dares to treat gods as enemies."

More and more people are turning their attention to Requiem Valley.

There, the most dangerous forces in the world are gathering.

In order to show his sincerity, Arnold also brought the Shadow Organization's most valuable alchemical magic equipment.

The Shadow Cloak allows the wearer to be completely hidden in the darkness, making it difficult even for gods to detect them.

The silent dagger, forged from void shards, makes no sound when it pierces the target, not even a scream.

The phantom ring can create dozens of phantoms that are difficult to distinguish between real and fake in a short period of time, which is enough to confuse the enemy.

Space-time crack crystal is an extremely precious material that can create a short space-time crack in a crisis, which can be used to escape or counterattack.

When these equipment were put on the mercenary points list and available for exchange by mercenaries, the entire camp was in an uproar. Some veteran mercenaries in some mercenary groups had even reached the exchange threshold, and their strength increased instantly after the exchange.

They are no longer just mortal mercenaries, but elites armed with shadow and time and space weapons.

Late at night, Arnold walked up to Xingluo alone.

In the firelight, his wrinkles looked like they were carved with a knife.

"Xingluo, do you know that you have bound all the shadows in the world to yourself?"

His voice was low and a little tired.

Xingluo responded calmly: "Shadow is a weapon that belongs to mortals.

The gods never cared about us, but we have to make them care."

Arnold was silent for a long time, then finally nodded. "Alright. In that case, I will make the gods feel the pain of the shadow on your behalf."

The assassins of the Shadow Organization began to move out.

They are like the silent wind, shuttling through every corner of the continent.

At the altar of a certain temple, a high-ranking angel was praying when he suddenly felt a chill on his neck and his entire body turned to ash. Thus began the war against the gods. Although the true gods had not yet descended, the angels, beings beyond the reach of demigods, had already been slain. So, how long would the gods' fall be?

In another city, in the Holy See of Light, a spokesperson for God was giving a speech. The next moment, a black dagger pierced his heart, and his voice stopped abruptly.

Repeated assassinations caused cracks in the god's belief system.

For the first time, mortals realized:

Gods are not untouchable.

The entire continent went crazy.

The mortal believers were in a panic, the gods' representatives were killed one after another, and the remnants of the Temple of Light had to strengthen their defenses layer by layer.

In Shadow World, for the first time, assassins have goals beyond money:

What they pursue is no longer just survival, but to be able to carve their own daggers in the name of God.

And at the center of all this, there is only one name——

Stars fall.

When the power of the Shadow Organization intervened, the Xingluo Mercenary Group was completely sublimated.