Even in the royal capital, in the darkest period before dawn, it had to curb the noise and be quiet for a while. The streets that had consumed the whole day's excitement were like convulsions in a dying state, with a few drunkards occasionally appearing.
The noise and lights evaporate the remaining vitality.
Two drunk young men helped each other walk. One was completely drunk, and the other was a little more sober. He still had some sense left to find where the two of them would stay next. Both of them were young, and they were at the age where they were fooling around.
, handsome and good-looking, which is what makes fools around. This is a common character in the royal capital, and colleagues who meet on the road don't care.
The two young drunkards gradually walked to the quietest and darkest section of the road. There were also three drunkards walking in front of them. Everyone walked closer and closer with unsteady steps.
The three drunkards seemed to be very drunk, and the smell of alcohol on their bodies filled the whole street. They couldn't even figure out the direction they were walking in. They were almost walking sideways on the street, and they were almost going to die without knowing it.
They bumped into the two drunken young men. At the moment when they were about to bump into each other, the hands of the three drunkards suddenly turned over, as skillfully as if they had practiced the movements for decades. Each of them already had an extra handful in their hands.
The dagger. The hand holding the knife was very professional, and it was held tightly and steadily. The body that had been twisted like a shedding snake suddenly straightened, and like a leopard, it suddenly exerted force towards the already close at hand.
The two young men rushed over. Their swift movements had nothing to do with the still drunken expressions on their faces and the stench of alcohol all over their bodies.
The blade of the knife is very short and shimmers green under the light. There is no blood groove on it, because the toxicity will be weakened once the blood flows out.
These three knives penetrated the flesh smoothly like piercing bread. The sharp edges did not make a sound in the muscles, and it seemed that even the bones could not stop them. The unique shape really worked, and no blood flowed out.
, every bit of toxin on it has played its due role, quickly and completely integrated into the body tissue, spreading and destroying. The body that was so full of vitality just now suddenly stopped all vitality. Needless to say, struggling, even breathing, heartbeat, every
All signs of life immediately ceased. One blink of an eye, it was a human being, and the next blink of an eye, it was just a lump of flesh waiting to rot and get maggots.
The sword is tempered with poison extracted from the tail of the Scorpion Master in the distant underground world of Negan. This strange and violent toxin will immediately paralyze all nervous tissues as soon as it enters any living body, even if it does not die.
, it also makes it impossible to move. It is the favorite poison of assassins. Moreover, the poison on these three knives is enough to kill ten of the most majestic horses.
The three corpses fell down upright, making a sound like wood hitting each other. However, in the blink of an eye, their bodies were completely stiff. The young man who was not too drunk just supported his companion and took a step back.
After a drunken push, the three agile, solid and experienced assassins collided with each other, and the knives pierced each other's bodies.
A dozen figures all in black flashed out silently from the surrounding darkness. Their professional steps and movements made their movements silent. These people all held the same dagger in their hands, which glowed with the same green light. Look.
Watching their companions lying there upright in strange postures, these people's eyes did not waver at all, staring at the two people surrounded by them with the same upright eyes as the corpse.
It wasn't until these people stood still that a man walked out of the darkness. This man was very tall, not wearing black clothes, and seemed reluctant to cover up his arrogant muscles. He was holding a handful and his
A huge sword that matched his body shape, and every step he took on the ground made footsteps that matched his body shape. If it weren't for the bandage on his face, he would have looked like an extremely powerful giant spirit god.
This man carefully looked at the two people surrounded with his eyes through the gap in the bandage. The culprit who asked him to put the bandage on seemed to be drunk, and he could only stand with the help of his companion. And even though this companion had been released
The three assassins still looked tipsy even after they fell down. They were not pretending.
"Who are you?" He stared at the slightly drunk man. The bandage made it difficult for him to speak clearly. He waved his hand. "Well, no matter who it is, it doesn't matter who he is. Kill him for me. The drunk one
Don't kill him, I will deal with him personally." All the men in black around him pounced on him.
The people around him were all well-trained professional assassins, whom his uncle spent a lot of money to bring from other countries. These secret weapons would only be used when absolutely necessary. Killing such a half-drunk person would never be a problem.
.As for that drunkard, you should keep it by yourself and deal with it slowly. First pick out the tendons in your hands and feet, and then capture him...
But immediately, even his somewhat troubled brain realized that something was wrong. Although this man was empty-handed and a little drunk, he managed to survive the attacks of more than a dozen professional assassins unscathed and with ease. He caught him with one hand.
An assassin's hand, as light as twisting clothes, made the joints in his hand crack and crack.
The assassin whose wrist was twisted had just half a cry before it was immediately interrupted, because his body was used as a shield, and the several daggers inserted into it made his voice as stiff as his body in an instant.
Then this human-shaped shield immediately played a huge role in the user's hand. While he was struck by several more knives, the hand that maintained the assassination posture also stabbed an accomplice, and then waved it sideways, freezing.
The wooden leg hit his accomplice who was rushing towards him from the side, and the sound of broken bones was heard.
The assassins were all masters of coordinated operations, and they all used well-refined steps and formations to continuously assassinate the person in the middle, but this person's body was wandering like a flower among the daggers flying around.
The attacks of more than ten people were arranged for his dodge. He had already known every move of each person. While dodging like water, the body that was as stiff as wood was also blocked in his hands.
Insert, assassins kept making the sound of bones breaking under this strange weapon or being stabbed by the dagger attached to the shield and falling straight down.
When the humanoid weapon swept away the two assassins with great power and the other one fell down straight after being stabbed by a dagger, the big man standing next to him finally understood the situation. He raised the giant sword in his hand and wanted to charge.
He went up to join the battle group, but after looking at the target lying on the ground that he was still preparing to deal with slowly, he rushed towards the meat on the chopping board. He did not forget that this was the person he really wanted to deal with.
Still dealing with the remaining assassins, he raised his giant sword high and slashed at the target. Under this guy weighing more than a hundred kilograms and his brute force, the human body would be as delicate as petals...
Boom. The stone slabs on the ground were flying. Strangely, he did not feel the feeling of chopping bones and crushing muscles, nor did he hear the sound of flesh breaking. There was only a strange chill in his throat.
Then a warm current surged up, and I felt this weird heat wave in every part of my throat, with some tingling in it. The warm current even began to flow out of the body and extended down along the skin.
The opponent who was sleeping on the ground as drunk as a dead dog had already stood up. Not only did he stand up, but he stood there with piercing eyes, sober as an apple washed clean in ice water, and his hands
The sword inside was still dripping with blood. That was the blood in his throat.
He threw away the sword, covered his throat and stepped back, as if he could escape the horrific reality in front of him. But the blood in his veins was still gleefully gushing out, trying hard to pass through the siege of his fingers, and some of it poured into the trachea.
It made him want to cough, but he couldn't cough and could only make some strange gurgling sounds.
That strong body was now like withered grass in the cold wind, trembling violently with the terrible voice in his throat. He retreated to the wall, his thick legs could no longer support his body, and he sat down along the wall.
The grunting in the throat and the trembling of the body subsided as the blood continued to flow from the fingers, and finally stopped. The hands that had been soaked in blood slid down from the throat.
Asa threw out the humanoid weapon in his hand, and the last assassin flew out under the strong impact of the stiff corpse of his accomplice. More than a dozen assassins were already lying on the ground. He turned around and saw the man who had just successfully
Killed the opponent's comrade.
Rodhart stared blankly at Strong, who was sitting in the corner. This arrogant nobleman, the opponent he had fought vigorously with during the day, was now a dead piece of meat.
In the faint light of the torches scattered on the ground, the arrogant face was still frozen in extreme fear. The skin lacking blood was somewhat loose and deformed, revealing a disgusting white color like chalk. In contrast to this disgusting color,
The bright red under the throat is both evidence of the last life of this body and a label of death. The wound in the throat is very open and slightly tilted upward, like a smiling mouth, which is only vaguely visible.
The tube inside.
Rodhart's face was already a little distorted. He suddenly dropped the sword, took a step back, squeezed the hand holding the sword twice, and then rubbed his hands together, as if he wanted to rub away the remaining touch. But just now
The soft and clear feeling of slitting his throat was still there, not only on his hands, but also running down his arms and into his heart. He turned his head to look at Asa, opened his mouth, as if trying to force out a relaxed smile,
But that handsome face was twisted with pain and disgust.
He suddenly bent over and began to vomit.
Killing is by no means an easy and pleasant thing. If someone really doesn't feel anything, it can only mean that he is a piece of wood. If someone still finds it very enjoyable, it means that he is someone who has fun with his own feces and urine.
People who are happy also have something wrong with their brains.
Rodhart was vomiting very hard. There was nothing in his stomach. He had sneaked out to vomit every time he drank a little wine at the party. But he was still vomiting hard, and his stomach was spasming violently.
, as if to squeeze out the other internal organs and all the unpleasant feelings. This young man who was so high-spirited just now, the hero that attracted everyone's attention, was now vomiting like a dog. Finally, he succeeded in squeezing it out from his stomach.
Something happened, and it was guts.
He even vomited all his bile, twitched a few times, and took a few breaths. Rodhart seemed to finally breathe a sigh of relief. He straightened up with a gasp, wiped his mouth, turned to look at Asa, and showed a slightly embarrassed expression.
With a smile, he said: "It's the first time I kill someone with my own hands, killing someone who is really like me. It's really uncomfortable and disgusting."
He stretched out his hand to wipe his face. Although he was still embarrassed, his smile returned to that kind and charming look. Even after this extreme fatigue, he still looked confident, as if a good student facing difficulties was determined to overcome it.
It's the same as a learning problem. "But it doesn't matter, these are just like measles, you will get used to it slowly in the future." He looked at the corpses on the ground, and several half-dead assassins were groaning. "So I said
I must have your help. If I were alone, I would probably be dead. You saved me again."
Asa looked at the corpses on the ground and frowned, and asked: "Why do you insist on me helping you deal with this assassination? Just tell the military ministers that the prime minister bribed you. They will naturally find ways to protect you.
You, or simply use this as an excuse to deal with the prime minister. Now that he intends to kill you and silence you, isn’t this even more powerful evidence?"
"It's not the time yet. This lever can't bring him down, I'm just saying it." Even when he thinks about these methods, his gentle and gentle face always has a hint of innocence, making him look like a
A child who is very confident in his tricks. "The key is that I have dealt with this assassination but still don't report him. This way he knows that I don't want to be his enemy, and he also understands that I am not easy to deal with."
Now that I am a human being, I will naturally have scruples about me and no longer dare to act rashly. If I have a psychological advantage, things will be much easier to handle in the future... Maybe I can have more friends, which is better than multiple enemies.
Much more."
"You have changed." Asa sighed. He remembered that he was still an ignorant boy when he was in Airi, but now in comparison, he seemed as childish as a child.
"Because I have matured. I no longer indulge in my fantasies and already know how to face the real world." Rodhart looked at Asa and smiled, the wound on his lip was still there. "Yes.
You taught me how to face this cruel world."
Asa had mixed feelings, shook his head not knowing what to say, and sighed again. His mood fell to the bottom with this sigh.
Suddenly, a strange and huge chill spread through his whole body from his back. It was as if countless ice needles suddenly penetrated the skin and muscles directly, rushed into the spine and stabbed into the bone marrow. Asa jumped forward with all his strength, turned around in mid-air, and saw before him
A great river of lightning.
Poof. Rodhart next to him just heard a sound now. A black figure flashed out of the darkness and stepped on the head of a moaning assassin. The head immediately exploded with great force.
Opened. With the power of this kick, the man turned into a black lightning that was integrated with the darkness, and struck towards Asa with its sharp and snow-white tip.
Unable to escape. Death. This was the thought that came to Asa's mind at that moment.
This light that can split the entire night into two is already in front of me. It is like a surging river coming from the sky, condensing all the majestic spirit for a hundred years, and then flowing eastward to the sea, never to return. The impassioned spirit will destroy all the people in front of me.
Everything was submerged, swept away, and nothing was left.
Even though Asa was already flying back, the attack that had been stored up for a long time still flew in front of him at an irreparable speed.
I don't know how long this sword was silently brewing in the darkness. It was only when the target's spirit and body were relaxed, and its reaction was at its slowest, that its edge was revealed.
Asa's body was already in the air, and he didn't have any weapons in his hands. He could only wait for the call of death in front of him to approach little by little. All his feelings were extremely sharp, and he watched helplessly as the tip of the sword got closer and closer to him.
Coming closer and closer... He could even feel that the skin on his face was beginning to collapse under the sword energy. It seemed that it was about to break. The muscles and bones underneath would disintegrate like rotten wood, and his head would collapse.
It exploded under the sword energy, splashing around like a tomato on the surrounding ground and walls...
I don't want to die.
Asa roared wildly. All his strength, spirit, fear of death and desire for life were concentrated in his hands.
He grabbed the lightning that was about to crush him to pieces. All his life was condensed into his hands. It was no longer a simple movement, but he used all his life to fight against death. His hands were full of energy.
A layer of white light.
The edge of the blade squeezes forward bit by bit between the skin between the fingers. The power between the fingers and palms is rushing, roaring silently, squeezing desperately, and pulling the fatal edge.
The tip of the sword finally stopped when it was about to reach the eyebrow.
The two of them landed at the same time, Asa continued to retreat, and the man in black continued to advance. The two of them advanced and retreated, running down the long dark street, each step weighing more than a thousand pounds, and stones and mud kept coming.
Flying under the feet of the two of them.
Finally, the sword could no longer withstand the squeeze of the powerful forces from both sides. It groaned at the limit and shattered into countless tiny fragments.
At the moment when the sword shattered, the man in black began to jump back and stepped on another seriously injured assassin. The sound of broken bones sounded, and then he jumped back again, killing the last assassin's life under his feet.
It ended cleanly. After a few leaps, he completely disappeared into the pre-dawn night. It was as abrupt as when he appeared, leaving no trace of sound, as if it was just a phantom emerging from the netherworld, only flashing.
The fear of one's own death immediately returned to nothingness.
Asa stood there stunned. He could hear his own heartbeat, and the blood from his eyebrows slowly flowed down the side of his nose. The skin was not damaged, but the muscles and blood vessels underneath had been ruptured.
Sword energy, pure sword energy, does not contain any magic, and does not require magic. He is not a killer, and a killer would not use a sword like this. This is a real swordsman.
This is also a real master. This person completely mixes his breath and sound into other people's. He may have noticed it, but he didn't notice it at all. He has been lurking without any anxiety until the best opportunity.
He took action and showed his murderous intent at that moment. He missed the target and immediately retreated without any hesitation. His decision was bright and clear.
"Who is he?" Rodhart then walked over and stared blankly at the direction in which the man disappeared. He was completely shocked by this sword. He was also a swordsman and could see the cultivation contained in this sword.
Because, he murmured: "This is the last real assassin..."
"It's not an assassin." Asa looked at his palm. It was not broken or injured, but the skin was broken and bleeding. He shook his head and murmured, "It's not an assassin..."
"Why not..." Rodhart was puzzled.
"If that sword was meant to stab you, would you be able to dodge it?" Asa said.
Rodhart's face turned pale, he swallowed, and replied firmly: "Dead."
Asa said coldly: "Yes, you are dead. I will never be able to stop that sword. Don't forget that you are the real target of their assassination. As long as you die, their mission will be completed. I
His life and death are none of their business. How can an assassin with such skill not even have this kind of judgment? So he is not an assassin to deal with you. He is here for me." The night in the royal capital suddenly became filled with a hint of danger and mystery.
The breath made every nerve and every thought in his mind energized. This feeling even made him a little excited, like a wolf far away from the wilderness smelling a trace of blood again.
Asa walked over and picked up the hilt of the sword that the man dropped on the ground. This was just an ordinary long sword, which could be bought everywhere in the capital. If this was a very good sword, it would be a sword with the same skill as that man.
With matching swords, what will be the result? The block I just made was already with all my strength.
Why doesn't this man use his own sword?
If he was not with those assassins, how could he know and use this assassination operation? Also, why did he kill himself at this time? What would happen if he died now? The priest was assassinated, this is
It's a big deal. If you investigate carefully, you will immediately know the origins of these killers. The key is that Rodhart will naturally tell everything under such circumstances, and he has indeed squeezed out the position of the Prime Minister.
.....There really is no more suitable murderer in the world than the Prime Minister, but Asa knows that he is not. Who else? Who else?
Asa sighed and cursed in a low voice. However, he was also a little happy that he had regained his confidence in intelligence.
The next day, when the prime minister learned that his nephew actually gathered people to take revenge on the newly promoted knight for losing the game, he immediately became furious and denounced that it was unfortunate that such a scum had appeared in the family. Fortunately, the knight was very skilled.
Another church priest was present, so this despicable plot failed.
The Prime Minister immediately requested an order from His Majesty the Emperor to punish him for incompetent discipline. However, His Majesty the Emperor was always very sensible and knew that this was the behavior of the loser with corrupt moral character, so he did not blame the Prime Minister. The Prime Minister also personally asked the Prime Minister for the punishment.
The knight solemnly apologized in front of everyone. So the matter seemed to be settled peacefully. The Prime Minister and this outstanding knight seemed to have established a friendship.
The Academy of Magic held a formal inauguration ceremony for the new priest. This priest is also very young and outstanding. He was personally recommended by the bishop. This is unprecedented. The politicians' keen senses noticed this extraordinary omen. He
He is also a good friend with the civilian hero knight, and the already aroused hero's emotions have been pushed to a new peak. If he goes to the battlefield again this time and makes a contribution, it will be even better.
This high priest was about to leave for the Western Front, and many of the people who came to see him off were actually princes and ministers.
The Duke is naturally indispensable for such an occasion. He still has the same slightly fat figure, is dressed in gorgeous clothes, wears a hat that matches him very well, and has a handful of jewels embedded in his waist. He is so gorgeous.
Some vulgar swords. The smile on his face is the brightest, best-looking, and most expressive of kindness and gentleness among all the people. His originally friendly facial features are purely friendly, friendly, and friendly.
Nothing else can be seen behind this friendly face, and the invisible danger is the most dangerous. If that slightly fat body were to be dressed in night clothes, would it be as agile as a bolt of lightning in the dark night?
The Duke came up to shake hands with Asa and wished him a safe journey. The calluses at the tiger's mouth and at the base of the fingers on the Duke's hands were very thick. If such a hand held the sword at his waist that seemed to be just a decoration, it would
What would that be like? Could it be possible to send out a blow as fast as lightning in the clear sky of a surging river? When he thought of this, Asa's heart beat very hard, and he even wanted to test it immediately and see if he could face that kind of thing head-on.
What will happen with a blow?
But this is obviously not possible. At least he has to wait until the bishop is done with this troublesome favor before he can regain his previous freedom to do whatever he wants. Now he can only smile and say to the Duke: "Thank you for taking care of me."
"No, no. It's really an honor for me to be friends with such an outstanding person as the priest. When you come back, we will definitely have the opportunity to have a good relationship." The Duke said enthusiastically.
"It's a pity that there are not many good opportunities like last night." Asa whispered in his ear. The Duke's eyes looked strange. Then Asa sighed again and said: "Actually, you don't have to worry, I am
It will never interfere with your business. I am too lazy to care about this."
After more than ten days at full speed, Asa arrived in Bracada again.