"It's impossible, obviously he ...... Not in Constantinople! "Although I didn't see it with my own eyes, there is no dispute about the fact that Cons Dante piloted the mecha in the face of the powerful Crusaders and finally lost the bloody battle. The pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info Merides never expected that this would be the case, and Constance Dante was unscathed.

"Oh? General, do you seem surprised! Pliskas instantly caught the look on the old man in front of him that was wrong. For a long time, the identity of Constance Dante has been kept secret, and I am afraid that even a high-ranking person like Merides may not know his true identity. It's just that at this time, his attitude is a little too strange. It stands to reason that the shock should have been jubilation, but there was a hint of fear that Preskars could not understand.

Interesting!

On this side, Merrides also immediately realized something, and his demeanor just now only stayed for a short time before returning to calm.

He just nodded, "It's just a bit of a surprise." But his arms trembled inadvertently behind his back, which was subconscious, and he was completely unable to control himself.

"Sir, what shall we do?" At this time, Alyssa, who was beside her, asked. Obviously, the fight above was very fierce and tragic. The red-eyed Rus' were not afraid of the Seljuks' numerical superiority. But if this continues, sooner or later they will not be able to support it, which has long been seen by discerning people.

What is the reason why Consité Dante actually clashed with the Seljuks? Alyssa was also a little curious, although it was a short time to get along and cooperate, but that memory was probably not very pleasant for Constance Dante. And the two sides have already parted ways.

"Ah, Alyssa, do you think he wants to kill me when he sees me?" Coldly, Preskars asked.

And Alyssa said angrily at all: "At this time, you are still in the mood to say cool things, after all, he is the person that Arthur Jun values." Maybe he will still be of help to Arthur. ”

"Tsk--the dead girl still elbows out! Arthur Arthur, all day long. I should have refused his invitation to come here in the first place. Preskars spread his hands, and then became serious.

"But it's true, His Royal Highness the Knight King still has his use after all." Preskars nodded, he was still unambiguous at this time.

……

At this time, the blood on the battleship has completely soaked the deck, and it even feels extremely sticky when you step on it, and this disgusting feeling is almost like being in hell. However, everyone is fighting hard and does not stop.

But no one noticed that a man was walking on the ground in the midst of the fighting crowd. Everyone's eyes are dazzled, and they only know how to wave their weapons and attack the enemy in front of them. But he easily dodged all attacks.

And his target was the commander of the Seljuks - Atabok, Muswarqing.

Silently, Berchis is like a ghost, and he really lives up to the hopes of Conses Dante, and no one knows what will happen if he continues to consume it like this. God knows if there will be other Seljuks coming. At least the battle was more than they could bear.

At this moment, however, Berhiss heard the sound of a bullet being loaded.

He sighed softly and turned around.

He was surrounded by a group of elite guards in full armor, armed with heavy guns and, in addition to sharp swords. Slowly, Berhiss raised his arms, his hands empty, and went to assassinate Muswal, who turned out to be bare-handed.

The guards approached slowly, but they did not shoot immediately, after all, when the other party had no ability to fight back, these guards also had the idea of capturing alive in their hearts at this time.

Berhis, with his hands held high, took a few steps back.

"Don't move!" The chief of the guards shouted loudly, these guards were elite who specialized in protecting Muswar, so they did not go into battle, in order to prevent anyone from trying to assassinate Muswar. As a result, they really found each other under the rabbit.

Belhis's face did not change at this moment, but continued to slowly retreat towards the edge of the battleship.

With the Seljuks aiming at their guns, they suddenly rolled over and jumped out of the boat.

He fell, disappearing into the eyes of the guards. Everyone was stunned, there was a vast sea down there, this was the rhythm of suicide? Is he ready to give up even the last fight if the assassination fails?

The captain of the guard hurried to the edge of the deck and looked down to see what was happening.

But just as he stepped forward and lowered his head to find out, he realized a fatal mistake.

What was missing just now?

It's the sound of falling water! How could there be no sound of the man falling into the water when he jumped off the boat just now. Due to the noisy surroundings and the negligence of being shocked by the other party's actions, he was completely unnoticed.

But before he could say anything, he saw a grim man looking at him, and then the world in front of him suddenly turned blood red. He froze, opened his mouth and tried to speak, but he couldn't make any sound because his throat had been cut.

The red in the eyes is because blood has splashed in!

Berhiss deceived the Turks with a simple trick, and the chief of the guard was killed before he could react.

"Sir!"

The other guards exclaimed. They raised their guns again and prepared to open fire on Berhis.

But suddenly he heard the voice of his superior.

"Don't fire!"

Subconsciously stunned, how is this possible? Obviously, they saw the head of the guard have his throat slit with their own eyes.

And that gave Berches the chance, and he climbed over the fence at the edge of the deck and landed steadily, and then threw the captain of the guard out of his hand, which was getting stiff. The Seljuk guards, who were caught off guard, dodged and opened fire immediately, but Berhiss easily dodged the bullet when their vision was disturbed. And the next second, he appeared in front of a guard.

With a "poof", the sharp knife stabbed into the opponent's chest, and it was this weapon that cut the throat of the chief of the guard just now.

Blood gushed out, and there was not even time to struggle, and the guard struggled on the ground in agony, gradually losing its movement.

"Fire, fire!"

At this time, the guards couldn't help but blame themselves, if they shot the assassin as soon as they saw it, the person in front of them was already a corpse.

"Die!" A brave guard roared and charged at Belhis, aiming his gun at Berhis.

No matter how fast the Assassin was, it would be difficult to dodge the burst!

A dense firelight covered Belhis, and no mortal body could withstand such a shot. However, the guard was wrong, and Berhis, of course, could not have been faster than a bullet, but he knew how to predict the direction in which the opponent would fire and dodge.

In the next instant, Berthes had already blocked the barrage. Everyone was shocked, when the other party actually deceived him again, Berchis instantly approached the guards who fired the guns, and spun with the repeating guns, and the surrounding guards were shot one after another. The guard tried to struggle, but his body was locked and he couldn't move.

The guards who dodged had to hide behind to avoid being injured by mistake, until Berhiss ran out of bullets in his magazine. Then, Berhiss used a short knife to directly cut the throat of the guard he was holding hostage.

Cruel and cold-blooded, this is the true nature of Berhis. Although he was the heir to the Duke of Antioch, he had always been subjected to a cruel education. He was not just a prince, but also a general, a warrior, and a killer.

For the past three years, Berchis had almost forgotten that feeling, and it was only then that he felt like he had changed himself again.

"Damn it!" Seeing several of their companions struggling in a pool of blood after being shot, these Seljuks could only grit their teeth with hatred, but there was nothing they could do.

Berthes let go of the corpse, swapped the magazine, and confronted them.

In the chaos at this time, no one noticed what was happening here.

The man was like a grim reaper. They are obviously battle-hardened warriors, but they are actually vulnerable just now.

But suddenly, Berthes's face changed slightly, and he noticed that someone had jumped from a great height, and the blade from the sky was shining a little cold. The man was dressed in a black uniform, with a turban wrapped around his head, and he was not dressed as a soldier, but as an authentic Assassin in the East.

In the lands of the Crescent Empire, there was a group of top-notch Assassins known as the "Assasin", and Belhiss studied here and knew this method well. When "Assasin" was at its peak, he could even divide one side and assassinate the first assistant of the Crescent Dynasty and even the caliph!

This momentum is already completely different, and Berschis also feels that the enemy he is facing is completely different, and the enemy is someone who is absolutely capable of killing you, so Berhiss never leaves room at this time. , Berthes didn't look up at all, and dodged the other party's murderous knife, although it was sharp, but it was not hidden enough.

But it was a carefully selected elite assassin, and with a miss, the assassin realized that Belhis's counterattack would also come, and sure enough, Berhis's short knife also stabbed into the opponent's throat, but the assassin's speed and sharpness were no less than that of Belhis, and while retreating to dodge, his right hand was already on Quintirian's shoulder.

This is a very dangerous thing, and once people get close, some people will not even know that they will be killed by Assasin's assassins.

Berhiss was taken aback, he knew the horror of the other party, and it seemed that holding on to the shoulder was nothing, but the methods of those assassins were always to be used in every way!

Then, without waiting for the other party to make a move, Berthes swung a short knife and slashed at the wrist of the man in black to force the other party to retreat.

The Assasin Assassin immediately flipped his wrist, and in turn grabbed Berhis's wrist to snatch the short knife from his hand, and inadvertently, the two had made a dozen moves, but they still couldn't tell the winner.

Such a situation was completely beyond Berhis's expectations, he didn't expect that such an enemy would appear, comparable to himself, and more importantly, he was actually somewhat familiar with the other party's tricks, what the hell is going on?

Distracted, the masked Assassin picked the right moment, and when Belhis noticed, his shoulder was once again grabbed, and instead of grabbing the knife, the Assassin threw Berhiss to the ground with an over-the-shoulder throw.

Berchis actually failed?! At this point, he was able to solve the impasse that the elite guards could not solve.

Berhiss was not immediately paid, and swung his dagger in an attempt to resist, but the Assassin pounced at the same time, almost at the same time, the Assassin drew his dagger and pointed it at Berhis's forehead, and Berhis's dagger was against the other man's heart.

"Berhis! You're regressing! You beat me easily! You are also the master's most proud disciple. But now you are desolate. The Assassin slowly straightened, his voice as rough as the conglomerate of the desert.

And Berthes didn't have any surprised looks, he had expected the identity of the other party in the fight just now.

This familiar technique can only be him.

"It's been a long time, Nur al-Din!" Berthes also spoke, and said that he was the only one who could fight him at such a time. "But although I have regressed, you have also improved a lot!"

"You've lost, Belhis-kun." The assassin looked at him and said.

"Perhaps!" Berthes shrugged his shoulders absently, and at this moment, the guards who had been hiding rushed over, eager to skin Berhis, who had killed their companion. But as soon as they went up, the two fierce gazes when Nurdin turned his head made their hearts tense at the same time.

At this moment, the sparse applause rang out, "You guys stand down, there's nothing to do with you here." Then a pot-bellied man came over, and it was none other than Mustard with a tasteless beard in the eyes of Berhis, who looked like a merchant from the East, with the cunning of a fox in his eyebrows, but in fact he was more greedy and ferocious than a wolf.

"He is really worthy of being the son of the Duke of Antioch, and he deserves his name. At first, I was taken aback to learn that you were on the ship. But it's not surprising that he is valued by the Pasha like this! Muswar laughed, looked at Nur al-Din, who was pointing a gun at Belhis, and said in a respectful tone: "What a hard work for you, Lord Nur Din! ”

Coming to salute an Assassin as a prince, Nur al-Din was at ease, saying, "Just take the money and do the work." But I remember that you agreed to my request and not to touch a single hair of his hair. ”

"It is natural, the son of the Duke of Antioch is naturally a friend of the Seljuks. It's just a misunderstanding, Belhis. As he spoke, Muswar looked at Berhis, who was on the ground, and stretched out his arm like an amiable elder.

(To be continued.) )