Although it is infuriating, the answer seems to be the latter, whether it is to use intuition to sense, or simply release the coercion of the Dead Apostles, the "Rubaré" who was still wailing like a dead dog just now is nowhere to be seen, and even the wreckage cannot be sensed.

"It seems that only escape techniques are top-notch, but in that case, even with the help of other wild dogs, there is no salvation before it is finished." The girl narrowed her eyes, as if she was aware of that fact, so she was in a stalemate with Anhans, and let out a faint mockery.

The girl's goals have now changed. Even if he allowed the other party to break in, he was not prepared to allow the other party to interfere with his hunt. A fire lit up in the girl's eyes and aimed at the vampire in front of her.

That is the will to fight, that is the killing intent to tear apart the Dead Apostles, the noble man who hunts the Dead Apostles forever, which has been passed down by the Barsermelo family since ancient times, engraved in the bloodline, imprinted in the dogma, and engraved with magic, with the surname [Barsermailo] as the technique, and the noble person who hunts the Dead Apostles forever.

Anhans opened his eyes, glanced at the girl with ominous scarlet eyes, and then spat out a faint sentence.

"They are his children."

It was only a split second that the girl understood what the other party was trying to say.

As a result, the momentum of saber rattling suddenly dissipated, and then the two rushed out as if they were staggered from each other. The maiden followed the direction in which the suspected Dead Apostle "Rubarre" had fled—the cloister that connected the spire. In the manner of a vampire, Anhes crawled like a lizard along the outer walls towards the spire.

[The girl's decision is quick and accurate. 】

[She has a calm vision that can abandon the pride and complacency of the strong. 】

They are his children, this means. 】

[The Dead Apostle Rubarre has chosen his successor. 】

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The "Rubare" that the girl tracked was her daughter, the "Rubare" who had a bumpy figure just now, and the "Rubare" tracked by Anhans was her son.

The girl thinks it's a matter of being able to go one by one. They were young sons who had just been given strength. It's their fathers who really need to hunt. If they were to be gathered together at the same time as their father, although only a little, it would be close to the combat power of the current Maiden - you know, the Maiden is the assistant of the Dean of the Clock Tower, the pinnacle of the contemporary magicians, even if it is a hypocritical strength, it can be said that it is a kind of heavy blow to this extent.

The sum of the Dead Apostles' powers that divide the blood is not calculated by addition, but by multiplication. The strength of a Dead Apostle may not be strong, but once he and his parents with the same blood and the same source of magic are gathered, his strength can be quickly multiplied, which is why over the years, why the Templar Church has still not been able to eliminate all the Dead Apostles, once a large number of Dead Apostles are gathered, even if the Templar Church is as the leader of the sharp knife, no matter how strong it is, it will feel tricky because of this unreasonable increase in strength.

Now, instead of riding the oath, the disappearance of the true Dead Apostle Lubarre is the priority to do.

So, the figures of the girl Barthomero and Anhans were staggered, which was determined by the eyes of the two - this kind of scene that had developed into the successor was easy to play and collapse, so the girl did not plan to hunt gracefully, and the sworn rider was also undisciplined and ready to cooperate with each other.

Anyway, the goal of both sides was to kill the guy at the top of the castle, and it was okay to have some kind of cooperation at this level.

However, it may be too late.

The girl accepts the fact that the hunt has turned into a battle, and steps into the spire where the culprit is hiding. Abruptly changed her mentality, even Barsermelo may not be able to stand it, she was originally going to abandon her subordinates and "play" in this five-hundred-year-old magic city, but the plan can never catch up with the changes, and before she can do anything, it seems to have made things a little troublesome.

Bypassing the corridor, the impatient girl unleashed another vacuum magic, and the city wall that had been blessed with five hundred years of magic power was suddenly cut open, which was no longer a quantitative difference, but a more essential qualitative difference.

Soon, the girl arrived at the room at the top of the Demon City, a pure secret room without windows.

There, sure enough, wait, who is that?

Confused and stopped, Barsermelo felt for the first time that he had lost something precious as he had hunted so leisurely.

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Infiltrated and prepared from three days ago.

You don't need any special equipment, just the knife engraved with the word "Seven Nights" in your hand is enough.

You don't need any special informants, as long as your eyes can still see.

It is even said that there is no need for a map, because as long as you know the final location, your body will naturally move, turning into a pitch-black spider, wandering and passing through this empty and strange magic city.

As an assassin, the only thing he needs to prepare for is the rumors he heard a few days ago. A family from the Tower of the Clock is about to lead their gendarmerie to encircle and suppress this monster that has been entrenched in the dark world of Norway for 500 years. So, the assassins are ready to take advantage of them, to attract the attention of the dead apostles, and they are

Thinking of this, the assassin took a deep breath.

He wasn't here to kill anyone - of course, as a human being, and a descendant of the exorcist family, even if he didn't want to, the exorcism would force him to become a killer hunter of alien species.

He had only one goal, to become the monster that had been in Norway for 500 years, a hammer held by the Dead of the Lake Rubare, who had been killed by the Heroic Spirits and the Templar Surrogate, and miraculously survived.

So, when the troops of the Clock Tower surrounded the magic city in the lake, the assassin Jia took advantage of a corner where they were not paying attention, and cut the barrier they protected as if cutting through the air, and then turned into an agile spider, avoiding the eyes of everyone in the entire brigade and the demon's sense of smell, and came to the otherworldly magic city alone, and sneaked in.

It's still as simple as slicing through the air, in front of those eyes that can look directly at death, all protection is nothingness, whether it is the chaotic flesh devouring and biting each other, or the otherworldly magic city forged by the dead apostles of a country for five hundred years, all of them are turned into meaningless residues and fragments under the simple and clear black lines.

After that, it's a natural sneak in. Now the assassin is rejoicing, but fortunately there is a playful Queen who can help him share the pressure ahead, at least most of the dead apostles in the city are unleashing cold blood and magic on the magician who just opened the main door and entered, and then turned into black wreckage. And that small part is not a pressure at all, like now

Fine, spider-like lines spread out of the air, and the special steps of the famous [Spider Step] were easily displayed under his feet. It's like instinct. With the support of the bloodline of the exorcist clan, the assassin's body was strengthened to the extreme, and in just an instant, the hurricane that swept through the entire corridor flashed like this, leaving a faint brilliance in the air, and a little bit of blood in the air.

It was the smell of one or two Dead Apostles passing by. Starting from the waist, then the two thighs, then the upper body, the brain and heart, which were important parts of the Dead Apostle, were cleanly slid through and parted by gravity.

Fall.

Fall.

Fall.

A few seconds later, the two Dead Apostles, who had been strolling down the corridor with their companions, were reduced to thirty-four pieces of flesh and fell to the ground.

"Seventeen cuts!"

Then, the "wind" continued to advance towards the secret room located on the top of the castle, casting a half-open window in the corridor, and the beautiful scarlet moonlight, the whole picture of the assassin, flashed through the dark corridor.

It was a face that you would never forget once you saw it, although the obvious Oriental black hair should be more conspicuous, but what was more obvious was the white bandage that was wrapped around the face, revealing an obvious divine temperament.

At a glance, you can see the silent death.

His name is called, the murderer Tono Shiki.

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Inside the secret room, there was a wind blowing.

The ultra-high speed that cannot be matched by thinking, as well as the three-dimensional movement that is completely beyond the human visual function, and finally, the sword light that runs through the black [Death Line].

What should not have been destroyed, it should be said that it could not be physically destroyed at all, suddenly cracked a huge broken hole.

A dizzying red moon hung high in the sky.

Then, the silent Grim Reaper, swung his sword

"What!"

An incredible voice came from the mouth of a man named Shiki Tono, who clearly felt the blade in his hand cut through the dead line to form a human form, but the part that should have been cut off collapsed on its own before the knife could make contact, turning into black light chips and disappearing there.

And he ended up touching nothing—no, I should say, anything, but it wasn't the Dead Apostle, and it wasn't anything that the five-hundred-year-old Demon City wanted to match.

It was light, pure, unadulterated, the light from humanity.

In the next second, Shiki Tono, who was blindfolded with a holy relic, was swallowed by the light without reservation.

In the next second, a rapidly expanding pillar of light centered on [a certain Dead Apostle who used to be Lubaret] engulfed the entire Demon City, along with the brigade of fifty people outside the city, and with the queen of the Clock Tower who had just walked to the door.

And half a second ago, what seemed to be a beastly instinct alerted Anhans, who was also about to break through the door, and he suddenly spread a pair of ugly wings that neither birds nor insects had on their feet, and fled with superhuman speed.

And in the mountains in the distance, a certain teenager blinked his inorganic blue eyes, silently pulled down his hood, and turned to leave.

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PS: It's so cool to fill the pit, this volume is almost over