Although Rubare has the ambition to become the Twenty-Seven Ancestors, he knows very well that he is not enough to become a member of the Ancestors now.

It will take at least two hundred years to claim to be his ancestor, and in order to pass the time of these two hundred years, he constantly plunders the magic costumes and conceptual armaments of magicians.

The results are stored in this minaret at the foot. Among them, there is a secret treasure that even the world's leading collector, the twentieth seat of the twenty-seventh ancestor, and Mei Lian Solomon, who has nicknames such as "crown" and "demon envoy", will be envious, as long as this secret treasure is used to kill the group of people who do not know the height of the sky.

"Oh, I thought it would be progressive, but I didn't expect it to be arrogant and straight to the point? ”

Smiled silently, stroking the beard on his chin. Rubare, the "Dead Apostle of the Lake", happily watched the women slaughter in the castle.

Generally speaking, the older the Dead Apostles, the thinner the human touch, and the long time makes them look down on a lot of things. Dead Apostles like "Jewel Man" and Van Feim are among the few outliers who have always maintained their exuberant enthusiasm.

For the vast majority of the ancient Dead Apostles, heirs and dependents are just cherished resources, and it is a pity to lose them, but as long as they can get back enough results, a small loss is worth it.

Rubare was a typical Dead Apostle, and in order to make sure that the women could step into the trap he had prepared, he didn't mind losing most of his men, and the most important children who had inherited his power had already fled away, and the rest should be buried with Barsermero.

In the past month, Barthomero Loreleia has become a figure in the entire mysterious world, and the encirclement and suppression operation she launched against the Dead Apostles has made the entire Dead Apostle circle remember this young Dead Apostle Hunter and keep her information firmly in mind, so when Barsmero used vacuum magic, Rubarre recognized Lorelea's identity at a glance, and also determined the idea of getting rid of this dangerous person at all costs.

"Getting rid of this woman and her helpers will not only save my father's lost face, but also clear the way for me to inherit the name of my ancestors—Barsermero, use your blood to forge my path to the top. ”

Thinking so, Rubaare somehow took out an iron mallet and opened the minaret that he had kept secret.

Just a few minutes after confirming that the treasure was activated, the door of the spire was slammed open, and the woman in the orange coat walked into the hall where Rubare was, escorted by the strange puppet who had destroyed the Demon Legion.

"'Dead Apostle of the Lake' Rubaré?"

The woman with orange hair and glasses asked, the coldness in her voice that felt a chill even to the body of the Dead Apostle.

"Exactly, ——? you," Rubaré looked at the woman with some curiosity. If you read it right, she should be the commander of the team, and even that Barsermelo is at her command, and there is no doubt that this is a great character.

"—the man who came to kill you. Orange pulled out a cigarette from her coat pocket, her favorite "dragon smoke" from Taiwan, and a gift he gave her when he first met her.

"Are you alone?

Rubarre smirked, the hammer in his hand kept spinning, and suddenly a dangerous aura permeated the hall of the spire

"They, they have other things to do, such as hunting down the heirs you have hidden, such as looting the wealth you have accumulated. ”

Orange nonchalantly lit the cigarette, wisps of smoke spilling out from between the orange lipstick-coated lips and diffusing to the surroundings.

"Kill you, I'll be enough alone. ”

"What a big breath. A strong sense of disobedience rose in Rubare's heart.

On the one hand, he didn't think that the woman had the ability to kill herself.

Although the puppet that combines technology and magic is powerful, this woman is also a first-class magician herself. However, through his observations, he discovered the weakness of this woman - she was very poor in physical fitness, and she was not good at hand-to-hand combat, and Barsermelo and the other two girls had been consciously or unconsciously protecting her from being close to the enemy.

It's not that Rubare is arrogant, at such a distance, he won't kill the orange for more than three seconds, even if he has the puppet's guard.

On the other hand, there was an inexplicable uneasiness deep in his heart. This uneasiness has been lingering since he received the prophecy, at first he thought that Barsermelo brought it to him, but now that Barsermelo is not there, could it be that it is this woman who is really dangerous?

Two very different emotions unfolded a tug-of-war in Rubare's mind, and the orange that caused this discord was not in a hurry, and just smoked silently, and the hall of the spire was enveloped by an eerie silence.

When a cigarette was finished, Orange snuffed out the cigarette butt with some regret, colored the fighter man's fog paint, and motioned for the latter to retreat outside the tower, while he walked towards Rubare.

"Have you thought of your last words?"

Orange's strange behavior aggravated the disobedience in Rubare's heart even more - knowing that he was not good at approaching the battle, he still approached rashly?

"I didn't think about it, and I don't have time to wait any longer, so let's end it like this. ”

Continuing to speak confident words in a voice mixed with murderous intent and coldness, the distance between Orange and Rubare grew closer and closer.

Ten meters.

Eight meters.

Five meters.

Three meters.

Two meters.

One meter.

At this point, Rubare can pierce the orange's heart as long as he reaches out.

At such a close distance, he didn't think Orange would move faster than him, so Rubaré didn't hesitate to shoot.

The Dead Apostle's most common claws pierced through the woman's chest, pulling out her heart accurately.

With his years of experience in extracting human blood, he could be sure that the heart in his hand was real, the beauty that was still pulsating, and the natural perfection that was not comparable to that of human creation.

"It's beautiful, but it's a pity that this beauty will eventually be destroyed. ”

The Dead Apostle let out a heartfelt exclamation and shattered the woman's heart like a plastic bag of water falling to the ground.

Orange smiled after hearing this, and her bloodstained lips had a tragic beauty.

"I don't think there is a guy like you among the Dead Apostles, and I suddenly don't want to kill you. ”

"Are you still saying that kind of thing? There must be a limit to your bluffing. ”

Rubaare said as he withdrew his hand, and blood gushing out from the obstruction of his arm, instantly wetting Rubare's body and the carpet under his feet.

"Whether it's a bluff or not, you'll soon know. Farewell, 'Lake Deadman'. ”

After saying that, Orange stopped her life activities, and her body completely lost its function as a person.