Death Rider Ghost Raiment

Just as she finished speaking, Lu Shuhang in the recording coughed twice, clutching his chest, but he quickly composed himself and discreetly wiped away the blood from the corner of his mouth.

Killing God Changqing landed steadily in front of the five, kicking up his engine heavy sword to rest on his shoulder while letting out a long yawn.

The five looked at each other and quickly flew apart, leaving only Xiao Xinzhu standing there to face the man.

"Don't you even plan on taking out a weapon?" Killing God Changqing's raspy voice came from beneath his mask.

"You can try getting close to me," Xiao Xinzhu said calmly.

Killing God Changqing's gaze narrowed as he realized that cold light was shimmering and buzzing all around him; upon closer inspection, dense and resilient threads had carved up the space around him at some point, weaving into an invisible giant net.

Even his legs and arms were entangled in these threads, the ends of which were connected to the girl's fingers.

With a slight movement of Xiao Xinzhu's fingers, the razor-sharp threads quickly retracted and tightened, causing fine beads of blood to seep from the surface of his skin.

Killing God Changqing let out a cold snort as a fierce aura surged from his body, instantly shattering the threads coiled around him, with some even snapping mid-air.

He crossed his arms in front of him, ignoring the layers of overlapping silk nets as he crashed forward.

With a spin of his engine heavy sword, the nearby threads were sucked into the vortex like water in a storm, then incinerated by the flames erupting from the engine core.

He charged toward Xiao Xinzhu with great strides, swinging his sword for a strike, yet the young girl didn't move an inch.

Just as the engine heavy sword was about to strike her with overwhelming force, a sudden alarm blared in his heart.

He shifted his momentum downward; the strike that should have hit her shoulder merely grazed the skin of Xiao Xinzhu's arm at a precise angle, leaving only the shallowest of bloodstains.

The moment he finished the move, Killing God Changqing retreated rapidly, strike after strike, shredding and severing the incoming silk nets.

He remained intensely vigilant, watching the girl's direction even after landing; a faint trail of blood had appeared on his own arm as well.

"Hecate's Magic Tail," Xu Xiaoyou noted.

"The Fate-Playing Musician doesn't have much front-line combat power, but they excel with their versatile and unpredictable abilities. It's a semi-combat, semi-buffer class that inherently possesses impressive survival skills. Combined with this mimicry, if a team only has one guerrilla, it's essentially impossible to take her down."

"The ability of this mimicry is essentially that any unit touching her threads that tries to attack her will suffer the same damage they deal. It's commonly known as damage reflection, and unless you leave the range of the Magic Tail, this effect persists."

"Champion's Hand of Oneiroi, Boots of Godspeed of Hermes, Erebus's Death Contract, God of Assassination, Hecate's Magic Tail," Tang Xin recited, silently simulating the possible scenarios of clashing with the members of Assassin's Creed in her mind.

"Tsk, what on earth are all these? I couldn't even remember half the names," Angelina clicked her tongue.

"How do you know all these effects?" She looked at Xu Xiaoyou and asked.

"They certainly wouldn't make their mimicry effects public," Xu Xiaoyou said.

"Several analysts from Light-Chaser Garden and I deduced them slowly through recordings. There might be minor errors, but it's mostly accurate."

"I picked this specific recording carefully because all five of them happened to use their mimicry effects within this short segment," Xu Xiaoyou added.

"This was a bounty match between Queen's Arms and Assassin's Creed. Though it's called a bounty match, the nature of such games is similar to a public training match."

"It adds a little prize to the boring training routine, you all know how it is."

Xu Xiaoyou didn't elaborate further. Regarding Xiao Xinzhu's situation, she wasn't optimistic about the prospect of taking her down; past recordings showed that this Fate-Playing Musician had never been successfully assassinated.

Most guilds fighting Assassin's Creed tended to leave Xiao Xinzhu alone. This Fate-Playing Musician didn't have many buffs and her agility was very low, primarily relying on Lu Shuhang and Four-Leaf Wutong for long-distance movement. Rather than tackling such a tough nut to crack, guild leaders preferred to focus fire on Zhou Zuo first.

As she thought about it, Xu Xiaoyou noticed everyone was silently staring at her. She was confused: "Why are you looking at me? The way to win isn't on my face, it's in my head."

"Do you want to peel it open and take a look?"

"Stop being so vain," Bai Youyou said. "Where's the rest of the footage? Keep playing it."

"I'm afraid you'll underestimate the enemy if I show you," Xu Xiaoyou sighed. "There's nothing much to see in what's left."

"Play it," Bai Youyou insisted.

"Play it," Angelina echoed.

"I want to see," Tang Xin said, crossing her arms.

Unable to withstand the girls' persistence, Xu Xiaoyou shrugged.

"I must emphasize to you all: Assassin's Creed really isn't weak. At the very least, they are definitely stronger than the Heterogeneous Front in a 5v5."

With that, she continued playing the recording.

Before Killing God Changqing could react, an Ivory Gate appeared behind him, with pixel light waves inside waiting for an opportunity. Simultaneously, Lu Shuhang and Four-Leaf Wutong lunged at him from different directions, while only Yulan was nowhere to be seen.

He calmly observed his surroundings, repelling Lu Shuhang and Four-Leaf Wutong with two punches, then turned around to swing his blade with full force. A strike capable of rending the heavens and earth overturned the Ivory Gate, threatening to annihilate it.

Lu Shuhang decisively used God of Assassination to swap positions with the Ivory Gate, and then swapped again with Four-Leaf Wutong. The latter used his godspeed force to dodge the black blade light, while the pixel light waves fired from the swapped Ivory Gate had already pivoted, soaring straight toward Killing God Changqing's chest, aiming for the man's heart.

Killing God Changqing reacted by stomping the ground, causing two massive walls to rumble upward like small mountains in front of him. In the next instant, he slammed his hands together, forcing the two walls to collide and intercept the light wave.

At that moment, Lu Shuhang moved again, this time swapping positions with that very light wave. In the blink of an eye, the youth vanished, replaced by Yulan, who appeared with her great scythe raised high behind her head. The swinging blade was like lightning tearing through the night, cleaving the two giant walls right down the middle, and the surging killing intent shot toward Killing God Changqing, whose expression faltered slightly behind them.

The contract stacks on the man had already reached five. If he were hit by the girl's attack again, his health bar would drop to zero in an instant.

"We got him!" A glimmer of hope flashed in the eyes of the Assassin's Creed members.

Then, a sudden change occurred. Killing God Changqing unexpectedly did something beyond everyone's anticipation: he plunged his hands into his own heart and crushed it, killing himself before Yulan's strike could land!

"This is..." The five members' eyes widened slightly.

"Death Rider Ghost Raiment!"

In an instant, the howl of a hellish ghost erupted from the man's mouth, and an indescribable surge of tyrannical aura exploded outward, sweeping toward the sky!

This malevolent aura was like an ocean wave, roaring forth one after another. It struck the members of Assassin's Creed with such force that their hearts trembled with fear, as a nameless sense of oppression and dread enveloped them.