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

Even in the memory John inherited from The Devil Azazel, there was little information about the Hermit Order. 

John only knew that it was a very ancient assassin organization, worshiping the God of Shadows and Slaughter, Alyssum. 

Over the long history of the Godslayer Continent, the Order had created numerous splendid achievements, including hunting down a demigod. 

Of course, they never dared to plot against true gods. 

If it's them, then everything makes sense.

"Did Wolf Howl ever mention who exactly he would invite?" asked John.

The assassins and rogues trapped in the Abyssal Prison quickly shook their heads, indicating that they had told him everything they knew.

They knew nothing else. 

After a moment's thought, John waved his hand, and the Abyssal Prison dissipated. 

Sunlight returned to the land, filling the air with the scent of elemental activity. 

The men felt like they were reborn, crying tears of relief.

You could say that Godslayer, as a game, had achieved perfection in nearly every aspect. 

After their senses were blocked, they felt as if they had lost their souls. 

Without a sense of direction, without sensation, they felt utterly lost in darkness. 

They didn't even have the ability to log out, because John had altered the rules of the Abyssal Prison, locking their logout function.

The men looked up, their eyes full of horror. 

They had never heard of such mysterious methods before. 

They looked at each other, all seeing the same deep fear reflected in each other's eyes. 

They gratefully looked at John, submitting, "Thank you, Lord Galewind. Please grant us a quick end."

These men were aware of their situation, knowing they could not escape. 

They simply chose to lay down and let John decide their fate. 

They realized that such an enemy was far beyond their ability to provoke. 

Their guild leader and deputy guild leader who tried to take on someone as powerful as Galewind were simply asking for trouble. 

Why should they suffer along with them?

John crossed his arms over his chest, speaking indifferently, "Since you are so cooperative, there's no need for me to kill you. If you want to follow, then follow... Honestly, I'm quite curious as to what kind of NPC experts Darklord and Wolf Howl can call upon. I hope they're really capable of causing me some trouble..."

With a thought, John once again activated Shape-shifting. 

His oppressive figure disappeared into thin air, leaving the men staring at each other in bewilderment.

After a long silence, one of them hoarsely asked, "What should we do? Do we continue to follow him?"

Another shook his head, "Since Lord Galewind said we could follow if we want, let's continue but maintain a distance of 5000 yards. We don't want to give him the impression that we're challenging him."

Thinking about the pain of being in the Abyssal Prison, the man couldn't help but shiver, "I never want to experience that again in my lifetime!" The others nodded vigorously in agreement.

At this point, another one of them suddenly spoke up, "Did you guys notice? Lord Galewind was floating in mid-air the whole time. What level do you have to be to do that?"

"According to the official information, you can briefly float after reaching level 300, and you can fly for extended periods after reaching level 500..."

"Doesn't that mean... Lord Galewind is at least level 300?"

The men were suddenly stunned by their own deduction. 

They opened their mouths, speechless for a moment. 

At a time when the average player level had just reached 50, and even the leaders of big guilds had only pushed to level 70 by exhausting all resources, the appearance of a player above level 300 was a shock.

It sounded like a far-fetched fairy tale. 

No one would believe it.

"Could it be... perhaps he used some kind of special skill to levitate?" someone suggested.

His theory was unanimously accepted by the others. 

Compared to the fantastical number of 300, a special skill seemed to be the most likely possibility.

In the distance, Adam and Blue Sea, who had been waiting, felt their vision blur for a moment. 

The next second, John reappeared on horseback.

"Let's move on..."

Blue Sea asked curiously, "Is everything settled?"

John nodded, pulling the worried-looking Emma back into his arms.

"Who were they after? Me or Adam?"

John spoke nonchalantly, "Neither, they were after me. But it's been taken care of."

Blue Sea and Adam exchanged glances.

Almost simultaneously, they both said, "If you need our help, just let us know."

John smiled faintly, replying casually, "Don't worry, I can handle these small matters on my own."

The group resumed their journey, galloping northward. 

During the journey, the high-level members of Genesis Guild kept stealing glances at John. 

They were naturally curious about him.

These people were mostly veteran members who had been with the guild since its inception. 

They knew their guild leader's character best. 

Adam was always proud, seldom acknowledging anyone except the guild leaders of a few other major guilds. 

The fact that he treated a lone player so respectfully today was very surprising to the guild members.

Initially, these members thought John was simply a guide hired by Adam. 

But the attitude shown by Adam and Blue Sea throughout the journey suggested that John was no ordinary player. 

Just now, John revealed the presence of tails behind them without anyone's awareness, which made the members even more curious about John's strength and identity.

John naturally noticed these curious gazes, but had no interest in responding. 

He simply chatted casually with Emma in his arms, occasionally answering a few questions from Blue Sea and Adam.

After about half an hour's journey, they finally arrived at their transfer point for this trip - the Werewolf Ancient Village.

[You have entered the Werewolf Ancient Village...]

They would rest and resupply here before heading north straight into the Sunset Mountain.

"Finally, we've reached the Werewolf Ancient Village. I'm saddle sore from all that riding," Blue Sea got off his horse, quietly complaining. 

As a mage, his physical strength was naturally inferior to melee classes. 

The prolonged horseback ride had consumed a lot of his energy.

Not just him, other ranged casters and archer class members in the team also looked utterly exhausted. 

After guzzling down a large bottle of recovery potion, their mental fatigue was somewhat alleviated.

The Werewolf Ancient Village was currently the furthest area explored by players. 

It was very far from the major towns of the Northern Myst Empire and Easternwood Empire. 

This place was a border between humans and other races. 

Although it was called a village, its size was not small. 

Everywhere you looked, players of various races were bustling around in the village. 

Some had just taken on tasks, others were busy delivering them. 

Still, others had rented stalls to sell the gear and items they had looted. 

It seemed rather bustling.

"It's an inevitable circumstance. Except for the major cities, there are no teleportation portals anywhere else. Otherwise, we would have saved a lot of time if we teleported directly here," Adam's voice echoed through his face mask, sounding somewhat muffled.

Blue Sea nodded and casually said, "The game has only been online for a few months, and many features are still not available. After a few more updates, traveling across the map should become much easier."

After replenishing their mounts with water and fodder at a stable, the party continued to head north without further delay.

"Further north is uncharted territory. Everyone, stay alert," Adam warned his team. 

"Previous players who accidentally ventured into the unknown north were instantly killed without even seeing their enemies. They must have been extremely high-level monsters to possess such formidable power."

The group immediately sobered up, each drawing their weapons, ready for action. 

Only John remained relaxed, still holding Emma in his arms, seated lazily on his horse. 

His carefree demeanor drew many sidelong glances.

As they crossed the entire Werewolf Ancient Village and made their way north, a limping old man leaning on a walking stick stopped them.

"Honored travelers, do not proceed any further. It's full of danger out there, please turn back..."

Leading the group, Adam riding his holy unicorn leaned over and asked, "May I ask, old man, what dangers lie ahead?"

The old man looked up, his face covered in dark brown fur. 

It was clear that he was a member of the werewolf tribe. 

Above his head was an introduction: Werewolf Tribe Seer Master Likexei.

Likexei's eyes were filled with wisdom, "Honored travelers, no one knows what kind of monsters lurk in the dense forest to the north. Legends speak of abyssal monster traps that have swallowed countless adventurers' lives..."

Adam remained silent with a furrowed brow. 

Anything associated with the word 'abyss' was never simple.

John, who had been quiet on one side, suddenly asked, "What if we must go?"

Likexei changed his tone, "My youngest grandson wandered into that dense forest 20 years ago and never returned. If you honorable travelers must proceed, could you perhaps help me find my grandson?"

Everyone was stunned.

A system prompt rang simultaneously in their minds.

[Ding! You have triggered a side quest - 20 Years of Longing. Quest objective: Find the grandson of Werewolf Tribe Seer Master Likexei...]

[Quest Reward: Likexei's Blessing]

[Accept the quest?]