Frost and mist swirled in the corridors, hazy and refracted with the spilled lights.

The blood-red dagger that fell from the ground of the marble rose at some point, and along with the figure of Caterina appeared, looking at her relaxed expression, it seemed that she was not affected by the frost spell.

"Who is Your Excellency?" Lena suppressed the tremors in her heart and stared at the powerful assassin in front of her, countless thoughts flooding through her mind for a moment.

Who had asked the Assassins to attack her?

A former enemy, or a rival of the Baker family? Lena thought back to her recent movements, but found nothing.

"Lena Baker?" Caterina looked at her pretended to be calm, her cold eyes turned, and her blood-red dagger leaped on her fingertips, cutting through a graceful arc.

"I'm willing to triple the price as my money." Lena spoke in a deep voice, everything has a price, including life.

Since the hidden enemy can call on the Assassin, she can also pay for her life.

It's a pity that what answered her was a bleak cold light.

"You made the wrong choice." A fierce look appeared on her face, and a trace of heartache flashed in Lena's eyes. "So you will get nothing, even with your life!"

[High-level Spell: Quenching Prison]!

The sound of a rapid incantation fell, like to wake up the frost mist that filled the air, and the extreme cold plummeted, and layers of crystal clear ice barriers shrouded the surroundings, like ice crystal prisons, imprisoning Lena herself.

"Goodbye......." Lena opened her mouth slightly, annoyed by the ignorance of the assassin in front of her, and immediately took advantage of the barrier of the ice crystal prison to take out a nearly transparent scroll from the spatial ring.

[Frost: Crash Snow Dance]!

Whispering and murmuring resounded through the hall, and the majestic spiritual power used as a guide to hook up the ice and snow energy in the scroll, and vague and illusory snowflakes slowly descended.

Not only the Clarence Hall, but also the night sky outside was slowly showing a little snowflake, and the weather changed very abruptly, causing a lot of noise.

Many of the nobles who had not yet left looked at the inside of the guild hall with some horror, and the violently surging energy was......

Legendary Spells!

What is this trying to do? Unleashing a legendary spell in Limontanlune, is it to destroy the city?

The nobles began to miss the Violet Mage Tower, and the nostalgia after abandoning it, mixed with some regret, they looked at the snowflakes in the sky, which represented the range of spells, the desperate distance.

"Savagery, my favorite ......."

The dark eyes reflected Lina who was brazenly moving at the moment, and Caterina showed an appreciative look: "But your chanting speed is too slow." ”

[Ready to go]!

[Ready: Caterina throws a dagger into the air and gains a movement speed bonus, which decays for a certain amount of time.] 】

The blood-red dagger was thrown into the air, and Caterina's figure disappeared instantly, and by the time she reappeared, she was already in front of the Ice Crystal Prison.

[Catapult Blade]!

Catching the falling blood-red dagger, Caterina's eyes were cold, and at the same time she threw the two daggers in her hand, one in front of the other, and accurately chiseled into the same place in the ice crystal prison.

Click!

The glittering ice barrier shattered, and countless shards of cold crystals splattered and embedded into the floor and walls of the corridor, as if they had experienced gunfire, leaving clear mottled marks on the tunnel.

[Instantaneous]!

[Instantaneous Step: Caterina immediately flashes to the target, if the target is an enemy, she will deal damage to the target, otherwise she will deal damage to the nearest enemy.] 】

The cold light flickered, and a wisp of blood spurted into the frost mist, solidifying and falling to the ground.

Caterina put away her dagger and looked down at the legendary spell scroll in her hand, which had lost its mental traction and was extremely restless.

Rich scarlet energy surged, suppressing the overflowing frost power, and soon, the scroll had returned to normal, and the vague and illusory snowflakes also dissipated, leaving only the cold temperature in the corridor.

"Uh... Oh... Belch.. Rescue...."Lena stared blankly at Caterina and cried out for help, her white right hand covering her neck, trying to stop the crazy flow of blood, but in vain.

Darkness enveloped her consciousness, and the breath of life that shone like a flower gradually withered.

Boom!

Lena's body fell uncontrollably into the frost path, splashing ice cubes, and the cold mist invaded, and the corpse quickly stiffened, and the hideous scars on her neck were stained with frost.

"Hey, and a mole?" Caterina turned her head to look at the private room, her eyes flushing crimson.

"Wait.. Wait a minute! The gray-cloaked figure removed the spell and revealed it, his tone full of trepidation.

The sudden outbreak of battle left him a little confused.

The endless frost spells that followed spoke of Lena's strength, worthy of a high-level spellcaster returning from the Far North, but the strength of the high-level assassin should not be underestimated.

It's just that all of that changes when Lena pulls out the legendary spell scroll.

Boundless despair filled the heart of the gray cloak figure, and the chances of survival were too small in front of the high-level professionals with legendary spells, especially in the heartland.

It was just a secret gathering of nobles, and he didn't expect to give away his life.

But the next battle ended a little quickly, and beyond the expectation of the gray cloak figure, Lena had become the ghost of the high-ranking assassin before she could activate the legendary spell.

"I am the representative of the kingdom of Fadilha, and I am willing to pay for my life." The gray cloak figure said hurriedly, for fear that he would be slow.

"Fadilha Kingdom?" Caterina looked at the guy in the private room with a smile, an unexpected gain.

Airplanes!

The blood-red dagger flickered again, and the sharp cold light turned into a burst of afterimages and struck the enemy.

Elemental energy overflowed, venting the emotions of the gray-cloaked figure, from escaping the threat of death to entering the hunt of the Assassins.

A merciless fate played a joke on him and eventually took his life.

Click! Click!

Caterina gently wiped the blood from the dagger, smiled lightly, the bloody color was hidden in the corner of her eyes, and then walked out of the private room and went to the side hall of the hall.

......

......

The spacious side hall was lavishly decorated, with crystal magic lamps hanging from the towering vaults, and an off-white carpet covering the floor, only now a large amount of bright red liquid was dripping on it, sticky and eye-catching.

The air was filled with the smell of rust, like the texture of blood, which was intoxicating.

"Is it over?" Caterina appeared at the door of the side hall, looked inside, and whispered.

"Solve it all, leave nothing out."

The lights dimmed, a few shadows floated, and the Legionnaire of the Ominous Blade appeared in front of Katerina, bowing slightly.

"Let's go, someone will take care of it here."

Caterina looked up at the vault, and through the clear glass, she could see that the deep night covered the bright moonlight, faintly mixed with a little blood, as if to foreshadow the situation of the night.