Chapter 150: The Assault of the Assassin Brothers

At first glance, the two brothers seemed to be vampires, but in reality, they were not. They had simply mastered a malicious technique that required a massive amount of fresh blood as nourishment. They did not actively kidnap people; instead, they would consume the young maidens given to them as payment. They seemed to immensely enjoy witnessing the despair and helplessness of those girls upon realizing they had been betrayed by the people they trusted most. Drinking their blood at that exact moment, they believed, was the supreme delicacy.

These demonic brothers operated throughout the northern kingdoms of the continent of Orario, serving as demons feared by everyone. Because they never targeted anyone outside of their agreed payment and targets, people could not condemn them despite their fearful deeds—after all, they were merely assassins doing a job for money, and they did not violate the rules of the underworld. The true sinners were the ones who hired them.

However, within religious circles, very few churches dared to hire these brothers. They were universally acknowledged demons among the major churches; even if the churches chose not to "purify" them, they would never associate with them either. Once a church hired them, it meant that church would become a cult, making itself a target for public condemnation.

Thinking of this, Link glanced at the frantic-looking Pierce. He knew that this fellow had nothing left to lose with the Temple of the Mad God on the verge of destruction, and that doing anything at all was entirely normal for him. However, Link had no intention of letting Pierce die a happy death, so he immediately wore a faint, gentle smile and said, "Those two devils of the Billy brothers are indeed formidable, but they are not qualified enough to deal with my church. High Priest Pierce, your plan is likely going to fail."

Hearing this, Pierce froze and hurriedly asked what Link meant. Link, however, did not give him the chance, immediately turning to leave and ordering his subordinates to finish him off. Thus, Pierce, the once-great High Priest of the Mad God, departed in bitter resentment, filled with extreme reluctance and lingering doubt.

After Pierce was done for, the Commander of the Black Blade Knights, Darion Mograine, immediately came to Link's side and asked, "Archbishop, if what that heretic priest said is true, do we need to rush back?"

Link shook his head, a meaningful smile playing on his face. "Did you really think what I said to Pierce was just to deceive him?"

"This..." Darion was at a loss for words.

Ignoring Darion, Link raised his head to gaze up at the distant sky and murmured, "Fledgling birds will always have a time to grow. Now is also the time for me to see whether they can handle powerful enemies in my absence."

Meanwhile, a thousand miles away at the headquarters of the Father God Church, two uninvited guests had arrived. They appeared in the woods behind the monastery, standing high up in the trees and gazing at the monastery from afar.

Looking closely, the two men looked identical, except that one had a crew cut while the other was completely bald. Both were muscular hunks over two meters tall, and their attire was rather unorthodox. They wore only a pair of strapped shorts, displaying their well-defined muscles to the fullest, and their faces carried bright, toothy grins.

"Brother, this is the headquarters of the Father God Church," the bald man spoke first.

"Indeed, younger brother, this is our target. I heard that Neil Night is a rather cute boy; it's truly something to look forward to," the crew-cut man replied.

"Hehehe, it will surely make us extremely happy. Hehehe," the bald man let out a bizarre laugh.

"Hehehe~~" The crew-cut man chuckled weirdly as well.

Just then, the two suddenly heard the sounds of combat. Turning their heads, they spotted two youths in the distance whose appearances were ninety percent similar, sparring with each other. They appeared to be a pair of brothers.

The bald man immediately said, "Oh my, it seems we are truly fortunate, brother, running into two cute boys the moment we arrive."

The crew-cut man nodded and said, "That is true. The employer's request is to kill as many members of the Father God Church as possible while slaying Link. Being able to watch two cute boys die in agony under our trampling—just thinking about it makes me hard."

"Then what are we waiting for? Let's go."

With that, the two muscular hunks charged toward the sparring brothers.

The brothers who had been sparring since early morning were none of the others than the Aiolos brothers. Ever since Saga became a Gold Saint, they had been cultivating desperately. Over the past month or so, they had made moderate progress, but they were growing further and further away from Saga's realm. This was because, despite the conflicts the Father God Church had experienced over the past month and a half, none of them had involved these two brothers. They had never encountered life-and-death trials, and naturally had no way to achieve major breakthroughs. This left them quite depressed, and they vented all their frustration into cultivation. Anyway, staying within the sect meant they did not need to fear injury; even if they trained themselves to the point of collapse, they could simply go find a Holy Knight to heal them or offer a prayer at the Holy Light Cathedral.

Just as the Aiolos brothers finished their warm-ups and entered the zone, they sensed two unfamiliar auras. They immediately stopped, turned around, and saw the muscular duo approaching. Upon seeing these two, both Aiolos brothers froze. Aiolos frowned and asked, "Who are you? This is the territory of the Father God Church, what are you doing here? If you wish to pray, please go to the front. The Holy Light Cathedral will be open shortly."

Hearing this, the muscular duo flashed bright smiles. The bald hunk immediately clenched both fists and pressed them against his chest, flexing his pectoral muscles as he said, "Hehe~~ Such cute boys. Big brother, leave these two to me!"

Hearing this, the crew-cut hunk frowned with dissatisfaction. "How can you be like this? There are two of them here, can't we each take one?"

"But if it's just one each, it won't be satisfying enough," the bald hunk said, wearing a pitiful expression as he pleaded, "Brother, I beg you, hand them both over to me."

"Uh, this... Very well." After a moment of hesitation, the crew-cut hunk finally nodded in agreement.

Immediately, the bald hunk cheered with joy, hugging his older brother and planting a kiss on his cheek. That sissified behavior sent chills down the spines of the Aiolos brothers, nearly making them vomit. To think such disgusting people existed—they were absolute freaks!

The next moment, the bald hunk looked toward the nauseated Aiolos brothers, a brilliant smile returning to his face. "My two cute boys, sorry to keep you waiting. My name is Libby. Rest assured, I will make sure you experience the most ultimate agony before I kill you."

With that, the ground beneath the bald hunk's feet suddenly exploded, and his massive physique shot forward like a cannonball. In the blink of an eye, he was right in front of the Aiolos brothers. The two brothers were greatly startled and immediately raised their fists to block, but it was useless. Both of them were blasted flying, each crashing through several trees before coming to a halt.

This terrifying strength and explosive power were heart-shivering. One had to know that even without wearing Saint Cloths, the Aiolos brothers possessed strength close to the fifth rank, yet they had been easily blasted away. This showed that Libby's strength far surpassed theirs.

However, although this strike dealt a blow to the Aiolos brothers, their injuries were not severe. They quickly scrambled back up, staring at the bald Libby with a mixture of shock and anger. This caused Libby's muscles to twitch with excitement. "Good, excellent! You truly are powerful, cute boys. Come on, let me enjoy more of this!"

With that, he launched another attack. Because the Aiolos brothers had been blasted away to the left and right, they had become separated, and his first target was the younger Aiolia.

Seeing this, Aiolos shouted "Put on the Saint Cloth!" almost instantly, donning the Pegasus Saint Cloth. Aiolia also put on the Lionet Saint Cloth, frantically burning his Cosmos as he unleashed his most proficient Bronze Saint technique, the "Lionet Bomber," directly at the incoming bald Libby.

Instantly, a scorching power erupted, forming the shape of a lionet that hurtled toward Libby. Libby's expression shifted slightly at the sight, and the next moment, he was swallowed by the blazing lionet.

Simultaneously, Aiolos arrived, standing beside his younger brother with a guarded expression as they watched the blazing flames.

"Hehehe~~" A few seconds later, the disgusting laughter rang out. The burning flames were shattered by a powerful kinetic force, and the bald Libby reappeared, smiling with intense excitement. "Fantastic! This is too thrilling! You guys are truly exhilarating, wearing such strange magic steel equipment. Could you be the Saints mentioned by the employer? You really do have some skills. This strike reached the peak of the fifth rank, didn't it? Hehehehe~~~"

"How is this possible? He took my Lionet Bomber head-on and came out completely unscathed!" Aiolia wore a look of utter horror. Although Aiolos was equally shocked, he knew that now was not the time for astonishment. Thus, he immediately burned his Cosmos and unleashed his Bronze Saint technique, the "Pegasus Meteor Fist."

After comprehending the Sixth Sense, Aiolia's punch speed rivaled the speed of sound. Almost the moment he shouted the five words "Pegasus Meteor Fist," he threw out hundreds of punches.

Bang bang bang bang bang~~~

Countless impact sounds echoed. Aiolos's attacks fell upon the bald Libby like white bullets, and their power completely surpassed his younger brother's attack, reaching the mid-sixth-rank level.

Even so, the bald Libby remained completely unfazed, maintaining his excited smile as he absorbed all of Aiolos's attacks with his body. Finally, when he moved, he caught Aiolos's sonic-speed fist and grasped it firmly in his hand.

Facing this scene, the expressions of the Aiolos brothers shifted drastically, both gasping in disbelief, "Impossible!" The bald Libby, on the other hand, shook with wild excitement. "Good, too good! To encounter two such powerful boys in a single day is simply wonderful. If I kill you, it will surely bring me ultimate satisfaction. Ah, I can't take it anymore! Let me listen to the screams of your pain and fear!"

With that, a terrifying pressure erupted from the bald Libby's body—it was the pressure of a seventh-rank powerhouse, and moreover, at the late-seventh-rank level!

Upon seeing this, the Aiolos brothers' expressions changed once again. At that moment, the bald Libby squeezed tightly, and the crisp sound of shattering bone rang out as he crushed Aiolos's right fist.

"Ah~~" Aiolos let out a miserable scream of agony, which only excited the bald Libby further. Beside him, driven by a mix of shock and rage, Aiolia frantically burned his Cosmos and unleashed a new Lionet Bomber, the power of this one reaching the early sixth rank.

The scorching and fierce lionet lunged at Libby's head. Yet, faced with the attack, Libby kept his excited smile. When the lionet was mere inches away, he opened his mouth and let out a roar, shattering the blazing lionet with the sheer force of his voice.

Faced with this situation, the Aiolos brothers widened their eyes in utter disbelief. With this single move, they saw the insurmountable chasm that lay between their own strength and that of their enemy.