Sacrifice's Rise: I Became Invincible After Entering Godslayer Temple

Chapter 374  Chapter373-The Downfall of the Wolf Guild

The player who had just made a snide comment was basking in self-satisfaction, thinking his remark would impress Isabella. However, he failed to notice the stark change in Isabella's complexion; she had turned deathly pale.

Master Reo had already warned her that the auction wouldn't proceed smoothly. Although he hadn't specified who would disrupt the event, Isabella could sense from his tone that these individuals were no ordinary troublemakers.

She instinctively looked up towards the second floor, her heart easing only upon seeing the glass doors of John's box slowly open. Master Reo had mentioned that the trouble was brought by Mr. Galewind, and at this juncture, she was confident he would intervene. She had considerable faith in John's abilities.

Forcing her thoughts into order, she regained her composure and smiled. "Sir, all items in our auction house are of legitimate provenance. May I ask why you object to the sale of these six daggers?"

The old man in the robe scoffed coldly, "You really have the nerve, auctioning off items that belong to AGHHO. Did you really think we wouldn't get wind of this?"

As the mysterious elder continued to obstruct the normal proceedings of the auction, the players below grew increasingly irritated. Although they knew they had no part in the second round of bidding - that was a show for the big shots on the second floor - having the spectacle disrupted before it even began was quite vexing.

The player who had previously jeered couldn't help but speak up again, "Some people really don't know their place. Old man, if you don't want to watch the show, then just leave. Do you really think this is the real world where you can throw your weight around just because you're old?"

No sooner had the man finished speaking than he noticed a dark shadow flash before his eyes. The next second, he found himself clutching his throat, staggering backward two steps. Then, he transformed into a burst of white light, disappearing into the respawn pool.

There was a collective gasp. Everyone around hastily stepped back, shocked that someone dared to initiate a fight in the town area. Weren't they afraid of the system's punishment?

Everyone's eyes widened, expecting to see the assailant suffer a brutal penalty from the system. But after a long wait, the person who had attacked was still standing there, unscathed. No punishment seemed to be coming.

How was this possible? Even someone as strong as Galewind had to endure the system's punishing lightning last time he acted out. Was this person even more formidable than Galewind?

Panic set in among the players as they received alarming system messages.

[System Notification: Unknown data interference detected. Combat mode activated in this area. Players, please prepare for crisis response…]

"What's going on?"

"We're in combat mode now!!"

"What's happening?"

"Damn, can they do that?"

"This is forcing us to fight each other, isn't it?"

"How can this be happening? I can't even leave."

"Yes, we are restricted to this hall now…"

…

As the players were gripped by panic, a sharp system alert sounded for everyone.

[System Notification: Hidden quest (Creed of Assassins) activated…]

[Quest Details: Assist Dawn Breeze Auction House in thwarting the attack of the ancient assassin organization…]

[Quest Difficulty: Extremely High]

[Quest Reward: One Resurrection Scroll]

The players were dumbfounded. How did attending an auction turn into triggering a hidden quest? So, the person who initiated the fight and the old man who spoke earlier, were they members of the ancient assassin organization mentioned in the quest introduction?

On the second floor, the guild leaders of the top guilds also showed expressions of surprise. Although they were in different boxes, their communication channels were already open, and they began to exchange information.

Blue Sea: Adam, what's going on here?

Adam: I'm not sure either. Based on the quest information, it seems to be related to the six daggers being auctioned on the stage.

Blue Sea: Who could have provoked such a formidable enemy? My Detection spell can't even discern the real levels of these people.

Adam: Same here, let's just wait and see for now…

…

In the crowd, 45, with his hands behind his back, slowly walked forward, ignoring the surrounding players as if they didn't exist. He indeed had the confidence to do so, knowing that all the players present combined probably couldn't harm even a single hair on his head.

The moment 45 advanced, the AGHHO assassins lurking around also emerged, silently placing their daggers against the necks of nearby players. The players held hostage were on the verge of tears, feeling the chilling sensation on their necks causing them to break out in cold sweat.

"Little girl, perhaps you don't understand what those daggers you're auctioning off really mean... Where did your auction house get the courage to challenge AGHHO?" 45 said.

Isabella bit her lip, the smile on her pretty face long gone, replaced by a look of utter seriousness. "We're just conducting business. If you have any issues, they could be addressed through diplomatic channels. There's no need for such extreme measures, right?"

45 sneered coldly, his piercing gaze sweeping over Isabella and the other auction house staff, as if mocking their ignorance and foolishness. The surrounding players, too, were intimidated by his presence, instinctively stepping back with a sense of reluctance.

Just as the atmosphere at the auction house was about to explode, a figure suddenly appeared on the stage. It was John. He gestured for the auction house's warriors to stand down, then calmly walked over to Isabella, facing 45 without a trace of fear in his eyes.

The crowd of players, seeing John appear, collectively breathed a sigh of relief. With Galewind, the big shot, stepping in, the problem should be resolved soon, right?

"45, is it? AGHHO really does refuse to fade away…" John spoke indifferently, "Do you really think you can do whatever you want, that AGHHO's reputation alone can make everyone bow? You're just a misguided group of assassins."

Hearing John's words, a hint of disdain flashed in 45's eyes. He pointed at John and sneered, "And who are you to judge? I advise you not to stick your neck out. To us, you career players from unknown lands are nothing but a joke."

John smiled faintly, his gaze towards 45 carrying a trace of coldness. His right hand flipped, and a pale blue energy longsword quietly materialized in his hand.

[Divine Blade (Divine Skill) (Level 7): This skill allows the creation of a weapon out of thin air based on the user's mind power. The weapon's attributes are determined by the skill level, character level, and the character's mind power. The initial attributes of the Divine Blade are +800,000 points of damage, 25% critical hit rate.]

John's eyes fixed on 45, his voice cold as ice: "Let me make this clear, with me here, you won't be taking anything. If you don't believe me, feel free to try!"

As John's words fell, his sword blade instantly emitted a cold light, swiftly thrusting towards 45's chest. 45, seeing this, quickly retreated several steps, avoiding the lethal strike, but the blade still grazed his sleeve, leaving a trace of blood. He looked up in shock, staring fixedly at John.

"This power… who exactly are you?"

John's lips curled into a faint smile, casually responding, "What? You've already tried to assassinate me once, and you still don't know who I am?"

At that moment, Wolf Howl, under the scrutiny of the crowd, bravely stepped forward. He approached 45 and quietly disclosed John's identity.

45's aura abruptly stiffened as he asked in a chilling tone, "So you're Galewind. Are these daggers yours, consigned here for auction?"

John casually twirled his sword and replied nonchalantly, "Correct. Your comrades, foolishly choosing to cross me, left me no choice but to accept these spoils of war."

"These items are mine. I don't see any issue with consigning them here for auction."

Behind John, Isabella's eyes quietly observed his back. For some reason, her heart suddenly felt at peace, no longer fraught with the panic she had felt earlier.

45 sneered, unsheathing a dagger and preparing to confront John. However, John appeared utterly unconcerned with this gesture, instead shifting his gaze to Wolf Howl. His look was calm, yet it filled Wolf Howl with the terror of being preyed upon by a wild beast.

Like a thorn in his side.

"Wolf Howl, I always thought you were just arrogant, but now it seems you're nothing but a fool," John's icy voice echoed through the auction hall, flat and emotionless, as if emanating from the depths of hell.

"Colluding with these people, endangering your own kind – such crimes are enough to bring disaster upon your Wolf Guild. Don't you realize that?"

In an instant, all eyes turned to Wolf Howl. None of the players attending this auction were fools. Despite John's somewhat ambiguous words, they discerned the true meaning: these assassins were brought in by Wolf Howl.

Instantly, everyone's anger flared towards Wolf Howl, and by extension, the Wolf Guild he belonged to. The players around Wolf Prime, the guild leader of Wolf Guild, instinctively stepped back, glaring at the guild's members with fury.