Hitman with a Badass System

The light orbs continued to flicker until they all went out. Darkness enveloped the hall. Dante and his team heard the glass shatter. Dante flicked his wrist as a golden layer of light enveloped him. Everyone in the team cast a defense spell to protect themselves from the Dark Lord. Mila quickly conjured a ball of silver light. As they expected, the Dark Lord wasn't in the cage.

They looked around. Suddenly, the door behind them shot closed with a loud thud. The team turned around as they saw the door was shut closed by someone. Mutrad felt a breeze of wind blowing past them. His body trembled in fear unlike Dante and his team, he witnessed what had transpired in Itholan. As they searched for the Dark Lord, an invisible force snuffed out Mila's orb of light. The place fell to darkness once again.

At that moment, the only light source was the shields around their bodies. But they weren't bright enough to see what was happening around them. The eerie silence swept across the hall. A peal of shout broke the silence.

"Argh!"

Dante and his team turned their heads in the voice's direction. They saw one of his team members wobbling around. Dante noticed a red line across his neck. Slowly, blood seeped through the line. To their surprise, the man's head fell from his shoulders. Blood sprayed out of his neck as his body hit the ground with a sickening thud.

In a blink of an eye, the Dark Lord decapitated a Half Immortal. Mila and the others slowly felt the growing fear in their hearts. The one who died was just as strong as them. Yet, he stood no chance against the Dark Lord, even with a shield around him. The Dark Lord completely ignored the shield and killed him. After killing the first Half Immortal, the team began to conjure orbs of light. They wanted to bring light to fight the Dark Lord. One by one, they conjured energy orbs, lighting the place.

But a powerful blast of wind snuffed out the light orbs. The Dark Lord did not allow them to fight the darkness. The darkness around them felt strange to Dante. It was not the usual darkness of the night but a thick and eerie kind of darkness. Before they could conjure another orb of light, another one groaned. Dante sent a bright beam of energy in a blink of an eye. He sensed the Dark Lord's movements around him. The energy beam soared through the air, lighting the place. At that moment, they saw a figure grinning at them from the shadows. It was the Dark Lord, without a doubt. Beside him, another one of Dante's team members squirmed. He was on fire. Contrary to typical red fire, these flames were pitch black. Dante and everyone felt the temperature in the room rising.

Before Dante and his team could put out the fire, almost half of his body turned ashes. There was no point in trying to save him. The half immortal held his chest. Because he was burning, they failed to notice the hole in his chest.

"Open fire!" Dante ordered his team. He chose to attack the Dark Lord with spells instead of waiting for him to show himself. As soon as the team heard the order, they all cast their own spells. The entire hall lit up like a Christmas tree. Mutrad ducked down and kept his head down. Mila cast a spell that created a dazzling red It ran around the hall, shaking the ground itself. The made of energy, seemed like it was searching for someone.

Boom!

The exploded into bits and pieces. It happened so quickly. One moment the was running around, and the next, it shattered into countless specks of light. Mila immediately tried to cast another spell. However, a dark beam shot out from nowhere and hit her in the shoulder.

"ARGH!' Mila screamed. The dark beams sent her flying onto the walls behind her. The others did not stop. Dante clenched his fist, casting a spell. When he opened his fist, a shockwave of shadowy energy shot out from him. The shock wave was powerful enough to crush a Fusion Stage cultivator to a bloody pulp. He hoped the shock wave would knock down the Dark Lord.

But nothing happened as Dante expected. A few seconds later, another wave shot out from the other side of the room. This wave was stronger and more powerful than Dante's shock wave. On top of it, it wasn't a shock wave but a wave of fire.

Dante and his team immediately leaped into the air to avoid the dark flames. The flames pulsated from the Dark Lord. It scorched the marble floor, turning it black. Mutrad missed the flame wave by an inch. While they were in the air, the dark beams zig zagged through the air. The golden layer of light around Dante reflected the dark beams. Unfortunately, Mila's shield wasn't as strong as Dante's. The dark beams already hit her in the shoulder. She was bleeding. Her luck was bad enough to the point the dark beams hit the same spot in the shoulder. This time, the beams penetrated through her body.

She fell from the air in pain. Dante dashed at Mila to catch her before she hit the ground. However, a black shield flew out of the darkness and hit him in the face. Dante momentarily lost his focus on Mila. The shield flew back in the same direction as it came.

"MILA!" Dante screamed as he saw a bolt of golden lightning fly past her. Mila disappeared along with the lightning bolt. He could swear he saw the Dark Lord's blurry figure in the lightning bolt.

"ARRGHH!" Mila screams echoed through the hall. But her scream was cut short. Hearing her scream, Dante's heart skipped a beat. He was with Mila for almost five hundred years. The two of them joined the Arctic hall together and have served them ever since. He forgot what it would feel like to live without Mila. Just imagining she might be dead made his body tremble.

"Where are you?!" Dante screamed. He could see in the dark as an Immortal, but this strange darkness completely blinded him.

Mila has yet to respond to him. Instead, Dante heard the Dark Lord's voice.

"Didn't I warn you all?" asked Michael.

His voice echoed through the hall. Dante conjured a ball of light. To his surprise, he saw Mila walking toward him. He heaved a sigh of relief in his heart. Unfortunately, his relief was short-lived. He saw the large holes in her chest. Her silver armor had blood stains. He was about to reach out for Mila when the dark beams shot straight through Mila's head.

"MILA!" Dante screamed. He dashed at Mila. He caught her dead body and collapsed down. Michael utilized Dante's grief. Without wasting a second, he immediately cast the lightning dash. Michael raised his hand as thick bolts of lightning shot out of his hand rapidly. He bombarded the Half Immortals with lightning bolts. The Half Immortals tried to shield themselves from the bolts. Their shields cracked upon taking hit by the lightning bolts. One by one, the shields shattered. As soon as the shield around them disappeared, the lightning bolts penetrated their bodies. The Half Immortals looked weak as ants in front of Michael.

Michael may be a Half immortal in cultivation, but he was several times stronger than one. He was a god, after all. Dante's team stood no chance against Michael, who was using the Death range to boost his power. Dante heard the sounds of blood splashing around him. He looked around to see several heads flying in the air vaguely. After Michael slowly the last Half Immortal, the hall went completely dark.

At that moment, Mutrad only heard the sobbing of Dante. Mutrad saw what the Dark Lord was capable of up close. He couldn't believe he actually signed up to capture this cold-blooded killer. Up to this moment, Mutrad always thought the Itholan massacre was made possible by the void effect he created deep down. Now he realized how wrong he was. The Dark Lord slaughtered a highly trained Arctic death squad in a few minutes. He toyed with them. Mutrad sensed his death near him.

He searched for Dante. Mustering his courage, Mutrad conjured a tiny orb of light to light his path. His heart skipped a beat when the orb of light appeared in his hand. It almost jumped out of his chest. He saw the Dark Lord squatting beside Dante.

Dante felt a chill. The Fear toxin Michael released and the effects of the Death range petrified Dante. Despite the cultivation difference between the two, Dante couldn't even lift a finger against Michael.

Michael put his hand on Dante's shoulder. The very next moment, the Dark Lord sent the crimson-red sword in his hand straight through Dante's heart. He stabbed Dante again and again without giving Dante any time to retaliate. In addition, he shot dark beams from his eyes at Dante. The dark beams slowly melted through Dante's head. Michael lifted Dante by his neck after Dante completely lost the will and strength to fight.

Mutrad saw the Dark Lord slowly walking toward the cage. As he moved closer to the cage, a bright light enveloped the cage out of nowhere. In a blink of an eye, the cage disappeared from Mutrad's sight. After the cage disappeared, the floor had a huge hole. One could see bubbling lava inside the volcano from the edge.

Michael held Dante over the hole by his neck. Michael felt the scorching heat in the air. Just by standing above the volcano, his whole body sweated. Dante already lost consciousness after being stabbed and penetrated by the dark beams in his head. Although Michael killed his team and was about to kill Dante, he felt pity for them. They all died because of someone's agenda. To Michael, they were just experience packs. Michael stabbed Dante with his sword one last time before releasing his grip around his neck. Dante fell through the hole and flew straight toward the volcano.

After wiping out Dante's team, Michael turned around. He saw Mutrad crawling back in fear. Mutrad shivered as the Dark Lord slowly walked toward him. Mutrad saw no way of escaping from the Dark Lord.

"And what should I do with you?" Michael asked in a devilish tone.