Chapter 470

"What the hell is this bastard doing?"

Jackob's face twitched slightly as he wiped the blood from his cheek with his palm.

He then looked at Hidan with a puzzled expression.

Hidan's skin began gradually turning into black-and-white striped patterns.

"You wretch who disrespects the Dark God, prepare to die!"

Hidan laughed loudly twice, his expression wild like a madman.

Seeing this, Jackob's face twitched slightly, and a thread of fear began spreading in his heart.

"I'm an atheist human!"

"Assassination·Shoot!"

Jackob pointed his finger at Hidan before him, and a beam shot out from his fingertip.

The dark red beam struck Hidan's chest and exploded instantly.

"Boom!"

With a deafening crash, Hidan's chest was instantly blown into a bloody pulp.

A smug smile appeared on Jackob's face, but it quickly twisted into a grimace.

Blood began staining Jackob's black suit.

"Thud!"

Jackob knelt halfway to the ground, staring in disbelief at his own chest.

He unbuttoned his shirt—his chest had become just as bloody and mangled as Hidan's.

The only difference was that Hidan's wounds were healing at a visible rate.

But Jackob himself felt that pain without cease.

"Hahahahahaha!"

"How's it feel, huh? Your own attack's pretty unpleasant, isn't it?"

Hidan's strange, excited grin made Jackob's face grow increasingly pale.

This bizarre phenomenon forced Jackob to immediately begin thinking carefully.

"Is it the magic array under his feet? He licked my blood just now."

"That's why I'm suffering the same injuries—so if I can just make him leave that array, it should work."

After all, Jackob was one of the eleven strongest of the Albion Empire; though he wasn't strong in direct combat,

he was a fighter who relied on intellect, not raw power.

In just one exchange, he had already recognized Hidan's unique technique.

Jackob, who had just risen, immediately concealed his form—his goal was simple: make Hidan leave the array beneath his feet.

But though Hidan was a fanatic, he wasn't stupid—he instantly understood Jackob's intent.

He summoned a black spear in his hand and drove it straight through his own abdomen.

Pain flooded his mind, yet strangely, Hidan's face showed no agony—only a look of pleasure.

If not for the black spear still oozing blood from his abdomen,

anyone else would have no idea what was happening.

"Thud!"

Jackob, who had concealed his form, now revealed himself, kneeling on the ground.

He spat blood continuously, his face filled with terror as he stared at Hidan before him.

"Jackob!"

Brantish's face showed surprise as she watched Jackob clutching his abdomen, puzzled by his condition.

Jackob hadn't been attacked by anyone—why was his abdomen bleeding profusely?

Why did such a look of agony appear on the face of a professional assassin?

"Brantish… run!"

"These guys aren't something we can stop…"

Jackob's face was pale; as a normal human, he had already lost too much blood.

He now felt his head spinning uncontrollably.

He couldn't help mentally cursing—this guy was a monster.

In truth, if judged purely by individual strength, the Twelve Sacred Shields' mages weren't inferior to A-rank puppets; even August and Valkyrie Ailin might barely hold their own against S-rank opponents.

But under current circumstances, the Akatsuki members largely had the upper hand over the Twelve Sacred Shields who had come to the coast.

Hidan's immortality, his unique methods, and his ritual had given Jackob a nasty surprise.

And Uchiha Sasuke's Mangekyō Sharingan—Tsukuyomi—was a deadly weapon, effortlessly shattering Timaria's mental defenses.

It directly dragged her consciousness into the world of Tsukuyomi.

As for Sasori's easy defeat of the Judge Val, that was something Lin Cheng hadn't anticipated.

It could only be said that the Sand Iron ability, this special bloodline limit, was exceptionally effective against Val's mechanical form.

And among them, Pain's Six Paths had not even moved yet—yet four of the Twelve Sacred Shields were nearly annihilated.

The remaining Brantish had lost all will to fight and now sprinted toward the ship behind her, carrying the battle queen Timaria.