Lord Of Succubi:Transmigrated As A Dual Cultivator In Isekai Of Magic

Chapter 301 301 Betrayal And Escape

The battleground was alive with the clash of elements, each strike resonating through the air as Crystal struggled against the relentless assault of the York assassin. 

Her powers, a dazzling display of dark mana, clashed with the brute strength of her opponent. With every incantation, she summoned the last reserves of her strength, determined to keep the formidable adversary at bay.

The monstrous entity drew nearer, its massive tentacles casting eerie shadows on the forest floor. Crystal, however, focused on her immediate adversary, her eyes ablaze with defiance. 

The York assassin, sensing the urgency of the situation, intensified his onslaught. In a surge of dark energy, he transformed, growing taller and larger, almost blending with the towering trees of the enchanted forest.

"Let us put an end to this, little girl," the killer taunted, a malicious grin etched on his face. With a forceful sweep of his hefty hand, he sent Crystal hurtling through the air like a discarded puppet. 

The impact resonated with a resounding thud as she collided with the forest floor, pain coursing through her body.

On the periphery of the chaos, the assassin surveyed the unfolding events. His eyes flitted between the struggling women and Fitch, who lay on the ground, still pleading for a cessation of hostilities. 

The impending danger, embodied by the approaching octopus giant, loomed over them.

In a moment of realization, the strongest assassin's demeanor shifted. A sense of urgency sparked in his eyes. 

He turned to address his fellow assassin, the weight of imminent danger evident in his voice. "Hey, we need to leave immediately!" he called out, his urgency cutting through the din of battle.

His companion, engaged in combat with the other women, halted at the urgency in the strongest assassin's voice. Recognizing the gravity of the situation, he rushed to join his comrade.

"We need to abandon this mission and leave immediately," the strongest assassin asserted, his voice resolute. 

The urgency in his tone conveyed a sense of impending catastrophe as he gauged the distance between them and the approaching monster.

Meanwhile, Fitch, on the ground and seething with anger, observed the unfolding exchange. The realization that his men were contemplating retreat without him further fueled his fury. 

"I had a plan with you guys!" Fitch roared, his voice a volatile mix of frustration and betrayal. "You cannot just abandon me here!" he screamed, his face contorted with rage. "This is a dishonor to our contract!"

His curses echoed through the forest, a symphony of rage as the assassins weighed the cost of loyalty against the looming threat. 

The octopus giant, now closer than ever, seemed to pulsate with malevolence, the air charged with the impending clash of forces.

As the realization sunk in that his own men were contemplating abandoning him, Fitch's anger intensified. 

He cursed vehemently, his words echoing through the enchanted forest. The octopus giant, looming ever closer, seemed to pulse with malevolence, the air thick with the impending clash of forces.

The strongest assassin, torn between loyalty and self-preservation, locked eyes with Fitch. The weight of the decision bore heavily on his shoulders, and he felt the urgency of the situation. 

The impending danger demanded swift action, and the assassin, with a decisive nod, signaled to his companion.

Fitch, still seething with rage, could only watch as his men made the critical choice to abandon the mission. Betrayal and frustration painted his face, a volatile mix of emotions. 

"You fools! I will teach you a lesson not to ever cross me!" he roared, his voice carrying a threat that echoed through the forest.

Fitch, venom lacing his words, spat at them, his frustration boiling over. "I have a contract with you guys, and you dare break it!" he bellowed, his rage echoing through the enchanted forest. 

The strongest assassin, unruffled by the outburst, responded with a calm that bordered on indifference.

"This is the best we can do. We cannot fight the monster, and with the look of it, I doubt you'll have the chance to pay us the balance of the contract, considering you're already on the brink of death," he stated matter-of-factly, respect still coloring his tone.

The assassin maintained his polite stance, a stark contrast to Fitch's seething anger. "I think it is fair that we break the contract," he concluded, punctuating his statement with another salute to Fitch. 

The implications of their departure hung in the air, a stark reminder of the shifting alliances and treacherous nature of the battleground.

As the assassins turned away from Fitch, their attention shifted to Nexus, who knelt with Nora and Monica. The atmosphere changed, the animosity between employer and employees momentarily eclipsed by a sense of admiration. 

The strongest assassin regarded Nexus with a mixture of wonder and respect, acknowledging the brilliance of the unfolding scheme.

"I respect you, Nexus," the assassin admitted, his voice conveying a genuine appreciation for the strategic prowess displayed. With a salute extended to Nexus, he continued, "Your scheme was awe-inspiring. 

I have never seen anything like this." Nexus, recognizing the acknowledgment, nodded in response. The assassin, now wearing a small smile, continued to express his sentiments.

"I doubt I would even survive this battle if I were in your shoes. You have shown great strength," he commended Nexus, the sincerity in his words cutting through the tension. "If you are still alive after this, I am more than willing to deal with you again," he added, a final smirk gracing his features. 

The battleground, veiled in the eerie glow of the enchanted forest, was witness to the unfolding dynamics as the two departing assassins saluted Nexus. 

The elemental assassin, who had a penchant for manipulating fire with finesse, followed the lead of the strongest assassin and extended a salute to Nexus, signaling a willingness to collaborate.

"I too will be willing to work with you and exchange fire magic tricks," she expressed, her voice carrying a soft and feminine tone that seemed incongruent with her assumed identity. 

Her revelation as a woman caught Nexus off guard, his surprise evident in the muttered realization, "She is a girl."

The dichotomy between her outwardly masculine stature and the unexpected femininity in her voice intrigued Nexus. 

The assassin had maintained an enigmatic aura throughout their encounters, and this revelation added another layer of complexity to her character. 

Nexus couldn't help but marvel at the ingenuity of her disguise and the assumptions he had made based on external appearances.

The sorceress, tall and slender, lacked the conventional curves expected, and her chest was notably flat. 

Nexus, still processing the revelation, pondered with amazement, "I thought she was a man because of her very flat chest." 

Despite the surprise, Nexus acknowledged her gesture with a nod, reciprocating the salute she had offered.

The echoes of Fitch's furious curses reverberated through the enchanted forest, a cacophony of rage that marked the departure of the two York family assassins. 

The air, thick with tension, seemed to vibrate with the residual anger, setting the stage for the impending clash between the remaining assassin and the besieged group led by Selina and Madeline.

The lone assassin, no stranger to survival instincts, wasted no time in following the retreat of his comrades.