Assassin of Elania in White!

Asker immediately retracted his gaze and looked elsewhere.

However, the Assassin quickly turned his head and locked his gaze on Asker's body.

was discovered...... Asker thought helplessly.

The Illanian Assassin has an "intuition" sequence in his bloodline path, which can detect impending danger at low levels, and can even detect the gaze of others at high levels.

The white-clad assassin seemed to possess an intuitive high-sequence ability (or a corresponding transcendent item), so much so that Asker was noticed by the other party after just a glimpse of his gaze.

"Sheila, you take Nora back first." Aske is gentle and authentic.

"Huh?" Sheila was puzzled, but Aske quickly glanced at her.

So she immediately obediently pulled Nora away.

Asker looked at the white-clad assassin who was walking through the crowd, pressing his sword with one hand and holding the pistol at his waist with the other.

It was expected to be the toughest battle he had ever had since he crossed.

The Demon Tide level is capped at 5, and if a high-level transcendent activates a transcendent ability that exceeds Lv.5 or more, then it will fall out of control due to spiritual damage.

However, this cap can be circumvented by physical bloodlines, such as "Master of Weapons" and "Assasin Assassin".

The potions in their bloodlines do not endow the transcendents themselves with all sorts of incredible abilities, but directly increase the physical fitness and combat experience of the transcendents themselves.

IN OTHER WORDS, THESE ARE PASSIVE BUFFS, NOT ACTIVE ABILITIES.

The passive buff naturally does not consume mana, so it does not need to consume spirituality, and there is no need to worry about the upper limit of the demon tide, and it can be played in a real way.

Most of the current white-clothed assassins in Illania are high-level transcendents left over from the previous Demon Tide. Since the person in front of him was sent to Olin City on a mission, his level would not be too high, and it was estimated that he would be around Lv.8-Lv.10.

(The higher-ranking white-clad Assassins are mostly on missions in the big cities of the Western countries.) ）

However, even if it is only 4-5 levels worse, whether it is explosiveness or reaction speed, aren't all attributes suppressed by the other party?

It's better not to fight...... Aske turned around and left, leaving in the opposite direction to Sheila.

Arriving in an uninhabited alley, Asker turned around and saw the white-clad Assassin standing at the entrance of the alley, his hood obscuring his appearance.

"I'm just a passerby." Aske said sincerely, "I'm not going to get involved in anything. ”

The assassin spread his hands, popped two daggers out of his sleeves, and gripped them.

"Why bother?" Aske sighed.

With a loud bang, the entire brick wall collapsed, and Asker's figure was knocked out and rolled on the ground several times.

The assassin looked at his dagger with a blank expression.

Just now, in the midst of lightning and fire, his dagger had already swung three slashes, all of which were unleashed by the opponent through parrying.

Even the last whip leg was not so much a successful hit, but rather a deliberate attempt by the opponent to allow himself to be hit, in order to create displacement and distance himself.

Asker bounced up and said, "You can't kill me anyway, so why don't you just stop there?" Don't you still have your mission goals? ”

"In order to hunt me down, but expose your own existence, is it worth it?"

The Assassin returned with a sleeve crossbow, which was split by Asker's sword.

Asker turned and fled.

The Assassin quickly followed him.

The two chased closely in the alley, and Asker had no intention of rushing into the noisy area, and neither did the white-clad assassin.

Because once discovered by the crowd, the white-clothed assassin will immediately give up the chase and hide himself.

Then the Azure Sword had to watch out for endless assassinations from him, such as a hidden arrow, a poisonous snake, or a bomb under the bed.

Therefore, both of them coincidentally chose to flee to a remote place.

Coming to the mezzanine stairwell between the 60th and 61st floors, there is a remote maintenance warehouse with the door ajar at this time.

Asker dodged in, and saw a boy of twelve or thirteen looking at him in horror and throwing away the drill in his hand.

"You!" He screamed.

"Don't scream!" Asker rushed in and pulled him behind the shelves.

Seconds later, the white-clad assassin kicked open the door and scanned the room coldly.

His instincts told him that the man was in this room.

The two hiding behind the shelves silently held their breath.

The white-clad assassin looked at the wall, where a power armor was placed.

There are obvious traces of modification on it, at least in the Eastern Solomonic Empire, it is illegal for civilians to modify power armor without permission.

The white-clad assassin wiped the spray paint off it with his little thumb and sniffed it next to his nose.

Wet marks, the user should not have gone far.

That is, there are two people in the room.

The dagger popped out of his sleeve, and the white-clad assassin nonchalantly swiped his armor.

Scratch unsightly scratches on the painted surface.

The boy immediately showed fierce emotion, and was eager to rush out and die with the white-clad assassin, but Aske grabbed him to death.

Although he stopped, he made a little noise, and the white-clad assassin turned to look in the direction of the shelves where Asker and the boy were hiding.

Then I saw a muzzle suddenly come out of the center of the shelf.

The white-clad assassin dodged in an instant, and the gun rang out.

Missed the Assassin in White.

Instead, it hit a single-phase fusion cell placed on a windowsill.

From the point of view of the White Assassin, the miniature fusion battery was just obscured by the power armor, so he didn't notice that there was a deadly explosive.

A huge explosion blasted in all directions, and in an instant the entire warehouse was covered in black smoke with a strong pungent smell.

Behind the collapsed shelves, the teenager who had been pulled apart sat on the ground in despair, knowing that his power armor must have exploded.

A figure rushed out of the black smoke, and the dagger in his hand stabbed straight at Asker.

Asker grabbed his dagger with his left hand and fired three shots in his right hand.

The white-clad assassin was shot three times and was still alive, and once again fought with Asker.

The two of them slashed against each other several times between the lightning and stone fire, with a strong momentum of not putting each other to death and vowing not to give up, and for a while, the black smoke of the entire warehouse was filled with a crisp sound like striking iron.

Asker's sword snapped past the white-clad assassin's block and plunged straight into his chest.

At the same time, the dagger of the white-clad assassin stabbed him in the abdomen.

Then the two of them let go at the same time, and the white-clothed assassin shook a few times and collapsed to the ground.

Asker noticed that his entire back had been blown up by the explosion of the fusion cell.

Blood pooled into a lake beneath him, and at this rate of blood loss, he should have died a long time ago.

This white-clad assassin is really strong, more Spartan than a Spartan. If it weren't for the fact that he took advantage of the environment and the blind spot in his line of sight, he probably wouldn't have been able to kill him so quickly.

Asker staggered over and began to touch the corpse.

Sleeve crossbows, poisons, smoke grenades...... I messed around and stuffed it all into my bag without looking at it.

Finally, I finally found a small packet, which was a chewed hemostatic herb, which was mixed with a trace amount of anesthetic.

Pulling out the dagger from his abdomen, Aske lifted the broken chain mail and cloth armor, and pressed the herbs hard against the wound.

The pain stopped, and he slowly sat down against the wall, feeling drowsy.

However, a childish voice woke him up.

Asker struggled to open his eyes, and saw the young man's expression, half pain, half anger.

"You pay me for the power armor!" He roared through gritted teeth.