Chapter 630: Even an Assassin Master Cannot Pass This Secret Realm

For faith, if it could not even pry open the gates of a nation, any talk of spreading it was nothing more than a delusion.

Luther believed that this was an excellent stepping stone, a gift these elves would have absolutely no reason to refuse.

This was the first step, and the most critical one. Only after it was taken would they have the opportunity to reap the treasures they desired from this fertile, beautiful, and utterly uncultivated land.

"Let these ignorant, naive elves see for themselves... let them witness the heights to which the mainland has developed." Luther narrowed his small, slit-like eyes and smiled. In his mind's eye, he could already see this fertile soil gradually falling under the subsequent plans of Saint Heinz, and he even began to look forward to the wonderful scene of these elves chanting the name of the Radiant God of Judgment. "This is our most exceptional method of guard training. At the same time, we have configured the optimal solutions to handle all kinds of emergencies. Now, does anyone care to give it a try? I am certain all of you will find it to your liking."

By this time, a massive crowd of elves had gathered around the entire square. While humans might have come to the elven race to dump their goods in the past, never before had it been done with such grand solemnity.

The elves were beautiful and exquisite, like treasures meticulously carved by nature itself. If Fang Qi were here, he would surely lament that pulling any random elf off the street would yield a beauty score of at least an eight out of ten, assuming ten was a perfect score.

This crowd of spectating elves now surrounded the perimeter of the square, clearly forming an incredibly beautiful vista.

"Ah, yes," Luther spoke up again, "naturally, you ladies and gentlemen do not employ those dark and underhanded spells, so we have prepared various stealth and invisibility spell scrolls for the assassination side."

"As for us, we will only use the anti-stealth spells you are all familiar with, those improved by His Eminence Saint Duran, such as Radiant Detection, Energy Resonance, and Darkness Dispelling. We will not employ any divine arts. To ensure fairness, we can even choose the forest as our venue."

"This..." Elder Xwei felt a bit awkward. The conditions offered by the opponent were truly too generous. Although the assassination side was at a disadvantage, choosing the forest as the location would completely change the nature of the battle.

"Let us try!" Out of the crowd, an elven squad stepped forward.

"After you," Luther said, making an elegant gesture of invitation.

...

"The cultivation mystic realm in that shop is truly fascinating." Along the winding riverbank, a small squad of elves was making its way slowly toward the center of the city.

The elven girl, Sera, was clearly still a bit dazed at this moment, likely because she hadn't slept well the night before. With sleepy eyes, she let out a highly unrefined yawn: "Haaah..."

Catching the bewildered stares of her teammates, the usually image-conscious elven girl instantly snapped awake, her expression turning blank.

"Yes, if we ever have the time, I really hope to visit that shop again." The elven captain looked up at the azure sky with a reminiscent gaze. "I truly miss the taste of those spicy sticks there; they are an absolute, supreme delicacy."

He pulled a flask of iced black tea from his tunic and took a deeply enraptured sip.

"I heard that despicable fellow Luther has arrived in our elven lands," Sera said with a touch of resentment. "That big liar does nothing but disparage the people of the other continent, but from them, I saw only courage, elegance, and strength!"

"Hmm...? Why is everyone running in the same direction?" A young elven boy beside Sera pointed ahead in confusion. "Did something happen?"

Soon, the few elves squeezed through the crowd into the inner circle. Before they could even find their footing, a wave of gasps echoed around them.

In the magical projection before their eyes, those elves were rapidly and utterly slaughtered by the knight guards clad in temple armor.

A knight gripped his greatsword, slaying the last remaining elf in the magical projection, the fresh blood seemingly splashing across the entire display.

"Are those... the Elder's Guard?!" Sera cried out in shock.

"My goodness!"

"Too strong..."

"How is this possible?!"

"This is already the third time. Does Your Excellency wish to try again?" Luther laughed loudly as he looked at the result on the screen. "You have already deployed the Elder's Guard. Perhaps you intend to try it yourself?"

"What is that detestable fellow trying to do now?" The members of the newly arrived elven squad frowned slightly as they watched the scene unfold.

"Even if you hide yourselves flawlessly, there will always be clues left behind."

On the screen, a knight walked up to the base of a massive tree.

"You see, a faint ripple of magical fluctuation can be detected here. This one hid well enough, but he was still discovered by our knight," Luther explained, making it seem as though no matter how the elves hid, it was nothing but a joke in front of them.

"And next is a head-on clash between those of the same tier," he continued to expound upon his experiential wisdom. "No matter how the elves attack, these knights can choose the optimal formation, distribution, and combat techniques to counterattack at the very first moment."

At this point, his face swelled with pride. "I can even say with absolute certainty that our mystic realm is undeniably the finest in the entire world."

At that moment, Saint Duran activated a projection spell, displaying the image transmitted back by Luther.

"How is the situation on the elven side?" Saint Heinz asked calmly.

"Hahaha!" Duran laughed heartily as he looked at the magical projection. "Looking at this situation, it must be going exceedingly smoothly. All the elves who came to watch are already stunned by our creation. By this time, word has probably already spread to their elven palace."

"I only wonder... if Her Majesty the Elven Queen will be angered by this." Duran laughed aloud.

...

Meanwhile, in the square of White Creek City, a burst of hearty laughter rang out. "I believe everyone present can participate to test whether our entire guard system is truly perfect. I dare even say that even if the most powerful assassin in the world were here, it would be absolutely impossible for them to leave this mystic realm alive. Yes, at least within the mystic realm, they would certainly turn into a corpse. So, would everyone like to enter such a mystic realm to cultivate..."

"Nonsense!" Just then, an angry voice suddenly erupted from the crowd. Sera squeezed her way through the onlookers, hands on her hips, speaking with indignation, "If you train according to the methods in this mystic realm, it would be absolutely impossible to stop a real assassin!"

"..."

Everyone's gaze shifted over, only to find that it was a young elven girl who had spoken.

"Isn't that the Snow Dove Squad? Why are they here?"

Luther's narrow eyes crinkled slightly. "Anyone can talk big, little girl. It is just a pity that no true master assassin is present today. Otherwise, I would gladly show everyone exactly how a master assassin would end up trapped to death within this mystic realm."