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"This... how is this possible?"

Leon's face was deathly pale beneath his mask, his body trembling uncontrollably.

"Hahaha! The Fated One, you never saw this coming, did you?" A cold voice, dripping with triumphant laughter, echoed from behind him.

With a stiff motion, Leon slowly turned his head and saw the man hovering just behind him. The man's right hand had transformed into a row of swords, which had pierced through his back and into his stomach.

"How did you do that?" Leon asked through clenched teeth, his voice cold but laced with agony.

The searing pain from the swords piercing his stomach left him barely able to speak.

Upon hearing the question, the man simply grinned, his expression filled with playful malice.

"Hehehe! You don't need to know how I did it. Now, I'll send you to the god of death!" The man sneered coldly.

He withdrew his right hand, and the sharp swords piercing Leon's stomach were slowly pulled out, their blades slick with fresh blood.

Once the swords were removed, a gaping hole was revealed in Leon's stomach, a gruesome sight.

Gripping Leon's shoulder with his left hand, the man returned his right hand to its normal form, clenched his fist, and drove it hard into Leon's upper back.

*Bang!*

The punch landed with such force that it sent Leon's body plummeting down at an incredible speed, crashing into the sand with a thunderous impact, like a meteor striking the earth.

The man slowly descended from the sky, landing a few meters from Leon's motionless body. As he gazed at the still body, a cruel laugh escaped his lipless mouth.

"Hahaha! The Fated One is finally dead, slain by my hand! With this, I'll receive a tremendous reward from the temple, and my status will soar. In fact, it wouldn't be far-fetched to think I could replace that bastard as the first apostle!" He laughed maniacally, tilting his head back and howling into the sky.

Killing the Fated One was the newest mission assigned by the Temple of Twilight, offering an incredibly vast reward for anyone who succeeded. Even the temple's previous most prestigious missions paled in comparison to this one.

Yet, none of the apostles dared to take on the mission. The man sneered at their cowardice, looking down on them.

Finally, he had taken on the task—and now, he had succeeded.

If they knew of his triumph, they would surely praise him and shower him with honor.

After savoring his victory, the man glanced down at his muscular form now covered in repulsive tentacles, and his expression slowly darkened.

"Though I managed to kill the Fated One, the cost was steep," he muttered bitterly.

The black pill he had taken earlier was a transformation pill, designed to amplify one's strength dozens of times.

While the power it offered was extraordinary, the price was high. The side effects included the loss of twenty years of life and a significant weakening of the body that could last for months or even years.

He had never intended to use it unless absolutely necessary, but the Fated One turned out to be far more powerful, cunning, and dangerous than he had expected. Forced into a corner, he had no choice but to rely on the pill to survive and claim victory.

Snapping out of his reverie, the man turned his gaze to Leon's lifeless body, a smirk creeping across his sharp teeth as he slowly approached.

Having successfully killed Leon, he intended to bring his body to the Temple of Twilight as proof of his completed mission.

However, as he crouched down to touch Leon's body, something unexpected happened. Leon's lifeless form suddenly erupted into a brilliant purplish-black light.

Startled, the man quickly shielded his eyes with his arm and attempted to retreat, but it was too late.

The light transformed into a purplish-black chain that shot forward, instantly ensnaring his entire body. He was forced into a sitting position, his expression one of stunned disbelief.

After a moment, he snapped out of his shock and glared furiously at the chains that bound his body.

"What the hell is this!? What are these chains?" He shouted in disbelief, writhing in an attempt to break free.

But the more he struggled, the tighter the chains grew.

"Shit! Shit!" he roared, trying various methods to escape, but nothing worked.

Just as he teetered on the edge of despair, the sky above darkened. Massive black clouds gathered, stretching over a kilometer, swirling in a menacing spiral.

The ominous sight sent another shock of fear through the man as he felt the undeniable threat in the air.

"No! No! I have to escape! Damn it! This must be the work of the Fated One!" He shook his head angrily, frustration and reluctance clear on his face.

But the fact that his body remained immobile, bound by the strange chains wrapped around him, was a cruel reminder of his helplessness.

*Buzz!*

Suddenly, a brilliant black speck of light appeared at the center of the swirling clouds, descending rapidly toward him.

The man's face instantly froze. An overwhelming aura of death seemed to seep into his very being, as if the god of death itself was standing behind him.

"No! I don't want to die! No!" His desperate scream, filled with terror and hopelessness, echoed across the area for hundreds of meters.

But it was all in vain...

*Boom!*

The black light crashed into him, triggering a violent explosion that shook the ground like an earthquake. A towering sandstorm, tens of meters high, erupted, engulfing the entire area within a kilometer radius.

Fifteen minutes later, the sandstorm slowly began to subside, and eventually, the area was clear.

Where the man had been, only a horrifying sight remained: his chain-bound body, impaled by a mysterious black sword that pierced through his head and down to his lower body.

Fresh red blood flowed from his body, soaking the surrounding sand. The tentacles writhing on his form desperately tried to pull out the sword and heal him, but to no avail.

The sword—none other than the Great Sword of Chaos—radiated an overwhelming and destructive chaos power, causing the tentacles to wither before they could heal him.

The chaos power ravaged every cell in the man's body, draining his life force. Within minutes, he was completely depleted of vitality, dying without a single cry of pain.

Shortly after, a shadow materialized before the man, shifting into the figure of Leon, a faint smile playing on his lips.

He gazed down at the man's lifeless body and let out a soft sigh.

"CK! I didn't expect to finish him off with the Great Sword of Chaos. He was definitely powerful and troublesome," Leon whispered, shaking his head.

It had to be acknowledged—this man, who claimed to be the seventh apostle of the Temple of Twilight, was indeed formidable. His strength had been greatly amplified after taking the strange black pill.

Had he not used those tricks to catch him off guard, a grueling and troublesome battle would have undoubtedly followed.

"I must be even more cautious in the future. The people from the Temple of Twilight are truly dangerous," he muttered, taking a deep breath.

This man alone had been a significant challenge, and he couldn't fathom what it would be like if the other six apostles came after him at once. There was no doubt that a catastrophic battle would follow.

This reality forced him to accelerate his plans to overthrow Velix's control over the Holy Empire of Elysium, so he could be prepared to face those from the Temple of Twilight.

Snapping out of his reverie, Leon refocused on the lifeless body of the man and withdrew the Great Sword of Chaos from his corpse.

As he did, disgusting black blood spurted upward, splattering his arm.

The blade of the Great Sword of Chaos became coated in the dark blood, and Leon swiftly swung it aside to clean it.

He ran his fingers along the blade and spoke softly, "Forgive me for soiling your body, Miranda."

*Buzz!*

The blade of the Great Sword of Chaos flickered with black light, as if responding to his words.

Leon let out a soft chuckle, about to crush the man's corpse, when a voice suddenly rang out from above.

"The Fated One, could you please refrain from destroying his body?"

Leon's brows furrowed at the unexpected voice. He looked up and saw a figure in a black cloak floating high above, watching him intently.

His appearance was identical to the man Leon had just killed, but there was a noticeable difference—the symbols of two red eyes embroidered on the front of his cloak.

Leon's expression grew serious as he asked coldly, "Are you from the Temple of Twilight as well?"

The man didn't answer right away. He slowly descended a few meters from Leon and the slain man's body.

With a calm expression beneath the hood that obscured half his face, he replied politely, "Yes, I am from the Temple of Twilight, and I hold the title of the second apostle. However, there's no need to worry; I have no intention of fighting you."

Leon was taken aback, especially by the man's identity—the second apostle of the Temple of Twilight.

"The second apostle? The one I fought earlier was the seventh apostle, right? Isn't there a significant difference between the two ranks?" Leon asked cautiously.

He had never expected someone of such high rank from the Temple of Twilight to appear so soon, and it caught him off guard.

"You claim you have no intention of fighting me? Then what is your purpose in coming here?" Leon inquired coldly, his expression betraying no hint of kindness.

Aware that these people worshipped the Evil God and sought to confront him, Leon saw no reason to extend any kindness.

The man remained calm in the face of Leon's hostility, gesturing toward the seventh apostle's corpse as he spoke lightly, "I simply came to retrieve the body. I hope you won't mind."

Leon raised an eyebrow, his gaze fixed on the corpse before him. A mischievous smile spread across his lips as he turned his attention back to the man.

"And if I refuse?" Leon asked casually, though his voice carried unmistakable murderous intent.

The man paused for a moment before replying indifferently, "Then, I'll take the body by force."

The two locked eyes, and powerful auras erupted from their bodies, clashing in the air, creating a palpable tension around them.

After a moment, Leon slowly withdrew his aura and planted the tip of the Great Sword of Chaos into the sand.

With one hand resting on the sword's hilt, Leon chuckled and raised a finger. "Alright, I'll return your comrade's body, but on one condition."

The man, clearly taken aback by Leon's sudden shift in attitude, nodded without speaking.

"Name your condition," he replied simply.

A sly smile spread across Leon's face, his voice dripping with mockery. "I want you to withstand my strongest attack. What do you say, agreed?"