Chapter 468

Brandish's face was pale; just an instant ago, Timaria had still been full of fighting spirit.

Yet in the blink of an eye she had become like this — not to mention her complete lack of fighting will, she was probably already close to a living dead.

Her consciousness was already gradually scattering; for a war consort of such firm will, this was undoubtedly unacceptable.

But immediately, a series of explosions came through, drawing Brandish's gaze gradually toward the rear.

In the sky, a bird-shaped white clay figure kept drifting down white clay-like substances from above.

Whenever the white clay touched the ships of the Alvarez Empire, or came near the seawater, it would set off a series of explosions.

Large-scale, dense explosions erupted along the broad coastline by the beach.

Accompanied by the screams of the Alvarez Empire's soldiers, a hint of panic appeared on Brandish's face.

"That guy Jacob, has he already set up an ambush..."

"At the very least, I have to take one of them down first..."

A cold glint flashed through Brandish's eyes — altogether four people had come with them.

One dead, one lost to combat, and Jacob was a Shield of the Sacred whose main cultivation was assassination magic and spatial magic.

At this moment, since Brandish had not sensed Jacob's presence, he must have already concealed himself.

"Who is it..."

Brandish thought it through very clearly — her attention had to be fixed on one of these people.

At the very least, the instant Jacob struck, she had to support him and take out one person first.

A man with silver short hair combed back and purplish-red eyes finally drew Brandish's attention.

This person was probably the one among them who felt closest to an ordinary human.

But as one of the Akatsuki organization, how could Hidan be judged by ordinary standards alone.

Sure enough, before Brandish could even move, the space beside Hidan seemed to be suddenly sliced open.

Cutting straight through Hidan's shoulder and down to his belly, and a figure also faintly emerged from within.

The neat suit, the fine stubble on his chin, and the white gloves on his hands — it was indeed Jacob, one of the Twelve Shields of the Sacred, the assassin.

"Full of openings all over — that kind of thing will give the enemy plenty of chances."

Like a true gentleman, Jacob dusted off his clothes and looked at Hidan with an expression of utter indifference.

No matter which human it was, suffering such an injury would basically mean they couldn't survive.

The Hidan before his eyes, at least from outward appearances, made Jacob think so.

"Puchi!"

The tearing of flesh and the blood continuously spilling from his mouth made Hidan's whole body writhe in agony.

"Bastard, that hurts!"

As Hidan swung the massive scythe in his hand, he charged straight at Jacob.

"Bang!"

Because of the pain, the force beneath Hidan's feet had already crushed the rock of the ground outright.

While charging forward, the massive wound on his chest had already completely healed.

This unbelievable scene made Jacob's expression freeze for a moment.

He immediately considered that the Hidan before him might possess some kind of restorative magic, and without further thought—

He concealed his form once more.

As an assassin, he wouldn't be stupid enough to go head-to-head with the enemy and waste the advantage he should have.

"Bang!"

The strike missed; the massive scythe shattered the ground where Jacob had originally stood.

Jacob, who had left not a trace of his presence behind, made a hint of anger surface on Hidan's face.

As wounds kept appearing all over his body, the massive scythe in Hidan's hand also began to swing continuously.

No matter how well a killer hides, every time he strikes there will be a tiny gap that exposes his presence.

The same was true for Jacob here — after each strike, Hidan had already been using that gap to launch attacks as best he could.

But Jacob's agility had indeed exceeded Hidan's estimate.

As more and more time passed, the wounds on Hidan's body also grew more and more numerous.

"Tch — damn it, is this guy immortal?"

"How can there be such a monster — he's bled this much, yet his stamina is still holding up so well."

Hidden away, Jacob looked at the Hidan before him, who was still acting as if nothing had happened.

He couldn't help but suspect that he had perhaps ambushed the wrong person — he should have gone to ambush someone else.

(Author's note) But now, it was already too late — for an assassin, if someone he failed to kill appeared before him—

That was the greatest insult to an assassin; immediately, a glint of killing intent also flashed through Jacob's eyes.

His form instantly plunged into another dimension — this time he no longer planned to strike Hidan elsewhere, but aimed straight for the vital point.

The invisible dagger in his hand was meant to be driven straight into Hidan's heart.

"Got you!"

Having been stabbed and slashed dozens of times in succession, Hidan had also more or less figured out the instant of Jacob's attack.

As the scythe in his hand swept through with a sudden slash, a smear of red blood appeared in that empty space.

"The ritual is about to begin..."