Grand Dad Is The Pervert God

That day, four of them had touched Eros on that ship, but only she clung to the helm of his garment.

Now, she was a master of the shadows.

The night was her Pristine dance floor and she enjoyed it wildly.

As the carriages went silently, she plucked them down.

Of course, these trackers were not fools.

But by the time the lot of them found out that their companions were missing, a good nine of them had already been sent on errands to hell\'s gate by her blades.

Naturally, their attention was no longer on the Carriages within the snake forest but on the Assassin plucking their lives.

A battle between Trackers and assassins was a very silent one.

Both trades lived in the isolation that the silence provided and struck as such.

Just as she was Tracking them, they were also tracking her.

A broken twig here, and a barely noticeable foot mark there, moving through the snake forest to enact vengeance for their fallen.

Up in the distance, one of them finally spotted her.

She was beside a tree but quickly hid behind it as fast as she could.

The Tracker saw this and rushed for her position.

His speed was fast, and the moment he got to the tree, he stretched out his blade on one hand while grabbing a tree trunk, using the momentum of his force to swing about the tree.

It was dark, but his eyes were already trained specially for his trade. Special gifts by his cultivation of choice of profession.

*STAB!*

His Blade went straight for the head of his opponent.

Or at least what he had concluded to be the head of his opponent.

Right in the centre of the head, the blade sank in well.

However, something was wrong. No matter the level of endurance, at least a person should Squeak a little at the point of sudden death, voicing regret as life left the body.

But he heard nothing.

Only for him to look closer and notice that the person he had just cut through was already dead. Dead by a similar stab only a few inches from his own, right in the temple.

Proper observation dictated that this was a dead colleague.

In the hit of the moment, he had only thrust his blade into another corpse.

Unknown to him, the night gave way to a shadow darker than the rest behind him, and Ngozi grabbed his mouth as her blade, from one end of his throat to the other, gave a beautiful arch like no other.

The unfortunate man died the moment he had fallen for her trap.

To be lured in by a corpse for one\'s own burial was a regret only felt in the afterlife. A regret for comradeship.

The battlefield was wide, but in this kind of forest area with the unique smell of moist greenery, the smell of blood stood out like a sore thumb.

Immediately after she was done with her kill, she relegated once more to the shadows.

And just in time too as other trackers rushed to her position.

Every sense a tracker had was sharp and incredibly sensitive to their environment.

They were no way she was going to kill, even swiftly and the others were not going to find out.

It was not long before they noticed her tactic.

She only attacked when they were alone.

For this reason, the remaining eight formed teams of two on their own.

Each to protect the other\'s back, but would it be enough?

This was a silent battlefield and for an assassin, adaptation was the rule of the trade.

Since they were going to move in pairs, she was also going to use other methods.

Besides, this was a forest. There was just too much to explore.

In the shadow pool, she spread her senses capturing her environment.

Every creeping creature entered into the vies of her soul senses.

Even the movement of the snake roots of the trees in the ground was not above her observation.

Just then, her senses came across a rather very dangerous crawling fellow.

Its steps were light, but with eight of them, she easily found it.

With a little piece of cloth, she captured the little Spider and pulled it into her shadow pool.

Ngozi was a very incredible assassin. This was especially true because a former god had bestowed on her the ancient technique.

These trackers were actually above her cultivation level.

After all, she was only in the Soul disciple realm.

But Assassination was not about strength and was amongst the few arts out there that had to do with precision, patience, timing, skills and incredible mastery of technique.

With the right measure of all these things in place, a prostitute could even kill an unsuspecting General.

After all, it had happened hundreds of times in history.

Like the descent of a ghost, she appeared over their heads from a tree branch and let out the spider.

The Snake forest, known for the trees that had roots and sometimes vines and branches as snakes definitely did not have normal creatures living in it.

After all, it was a place were survival of the fittest was high.

Just like the trees, many of the soul beasts in these place were known to be quite poisonous.

This included the little insects.

One such was the Soul Grinding Spider.

In day time, this spider would have looked ashen like the corpse of a dead person with yellow legs.

It is said that the color of its legs and body dictated two things. Firstly, was its hunger level, and secondly, was its age.

The older it got, the darker the ashen color of its body.

Green legs meant it was full and not hungry. Red meant it was ready to mate, and yellow... oh, yellow...