Leave these damned Assassins here.

The griffin flapped its wings, and the sound of the wind seemed to get closer and closer to the ears.

Finally, the battle between the two sides began again - encirclement and breakthrough, compared to before, the battle came more cruel and tragic.

Fred's knight's sword, in his accelerated charge, turned into a blazing white streamer.

Congreve didn't know what the group of people in front of him had lost their madness—

They swarmed up, even if the wound that had just congealed with blood burst again, it was still a look of death, long swords and war spears stabbed from all directions and angles, and the daggers of the assassins once again stabbed mercilessly into their bodies—

But these people, as if they don't know the pain, wave their long swords, and their moves are all ways of fighting to the same end.

Someone is already panicking.

Garfield had just swung his dagger and slit the throat of a "gray uniform", and while the blade was peeling off the flesh, a spear behind his back stabbed wildly as if with all his strength.

A young man in black light armor, judging by his attire, belonged to the guards of Her Royal Highness the Princess.

Garfield turned, waved his arms, and the strength of his peak power swept the young man back and fell, but the spear glowing with steel was just right to graze his abdomen.

Bloodsplatter.

Pain.

Enduring the torn pain, Garfield was furious, and he rushed at the young man—only as he took a step, he suddenly saw a figure.

A tall, tower-like figure, this is a man with a serious expression—his face has not been modified by weather, but that majesty is born naturally.

He was dressed in a well-fitting white gown and looked like he was ready for a banquet. However, now the dress has a lot of traces of wrinkles and dust.

"Lord Andrew."

The members of the City Guard present couldn't help but scream.

Bang.

Draw your sword.

At this moment, the bounty hunters of "Pablo's Blood Thorn" were already trapped in the crowd, and they couldn't get out of it for a short time.

The sword blade is dignified, and it may not have the ultimate speed, but the momentum of the landslide and the ground cracking completely makes people give up the mind of head-on resistance.

Awaken the power of the first order.

Andrew's Law of Power.

The sword slashed, and Garfield was about to retreat, but the guards behind him and around him raised their weapons in unison.

There is no way to avoid it.

The dagger met the sword.

Under the silver moonlight, the dagger turned into a cloud of splinters that shone with a cold light, and the castration of the long sword did not diminish in the slightest.

The shadow came down, and Garfield felt his whole body suddenly unable to move.

This is the power of the awakening level.

He knew he might not be able to hide this time.

A sword.

Two paragraphs.

The pale blade slashed across his waist, and the surging power clashed in flesh, and with a single blow, Garfield's chubby body turned into a puddle of flesh and blood—flesh splattered from mid-air like a sudden rainstorm.

In the rain, the smell of blood was instantly permeated.

"I'm sorry, I'm late."

Andrew's eyes looked at Princess Samantha, and then at Fred, and there seemed to be a little guilt in it. With his sword at his side, he glanced at the seven bounty hunters present with an awe-inspiring expression—

"Regardless of your identity or your origins, if you are determined to continue to resist, you can give it a try!"

It's a very flat sound, but it falls on everyone's ears, sonorous and loud.

Compared with the strength of the first level of awakening, there is an insurmountable gap-

Maybe many people don't understand the difference between the two, but the bounty hunter present, the only one at the pinnacle of employment, the "old mercenary" Congreeve knows very well.

If you compare ordinary people to ants, the incumbent is equivalent to a cat and a puppy, and the strength of this level is just a difference in strength, and the first level of awakening can be called a real beast.

After all, kittens can't fight lions.

Therefore, Andrew's arrival is nothing less than a nightmare for them.

The moonlight shone on the gray-white curved roof, and the junction of light and darkness seemed to have a dark and dull deep mark, and at a very appropriate angle, the silver bright spots were reflected in Congreve's eyes, and he couldn't help but squint.

Now, it's time for them to fight hard.

Assassinating the princess of the royal family, no matter what, even if he obediently chooses to be captured now, there is no escaping the capital crime-

It could be hanging, it could be beheading, or some other harsh punishment. And before that, a double torture of the body and mind is always inevitable.

The "old mercenary" Congreve is fifty-eight years old this year, and he has a lot of experience and knowledge of the laws and prisons controlled by the nobles of the kingdom.

Since you will always die, why not fight hard.

His figure suddenly fluttered, his two swords crossed together, and he rushed into the crowd, and behind him, the six bounty hunters were also calm, and they followed Congreve's footsteps.

"I don't know if I'm alive or dead—"

……

Desperately wounded and not avoiding swords, three of the six bounty hunters broke through the crowd -

The other three fell under the spear and sword, and Baron Andrew Collins swung his sword again and beheaded one; One was killed by the combined efforts of Princess Samantha and Fred; The other, as he rushed into the crowd, was stabbed in the thigh by a spear, fell to the ground, and was chopped into pulp by a chaotic sword.

Congreve ran at the front, his back a blur of flesh and blood, and just now, the sword blades that came in droves not only cut through his leather armor, but also caused him to suffer a lot of injuries.

The left arm shrugged to one side, and it seemed that he could not use the sword.

However, he believed that with the unique style of the "Pablo Bloodstab" bounty hunter, he would always find the slightest chance to escape-

The knight of the first order of awakening, Baron Andrew Collins did not pursue, as for the guards behind him, they were quickly thrown away by him after only a few jumps over the wall and climbed onto the roof.

Congreve was accompanied by the last two companions. At this point, the four members of the "Dark Clown" Tang Di's team have not yet appeared, and it seems that something happened to them-

The boots stepped on the gray curved stone slab of the roof, and he couldn't help but feel a trace of sadness.

The huge griffon's wings obscured the moonlight, and on the griffin's back, two heavily armed men stared at him—

The griffon knights of Karthus, Dardanelle and Pyne, were holding long, tapered spears in front of them.

The roof may be able to get rid of the pursuers behind it, but against the flying class of the Griffin Knight, this terrain advantage is simply not there.

A man's legs can't outrun a griffin.

What's more, these two griffon knights have a stronger strength than Andrew.

"Old Mercenary" Congreve looked like ashes.

There was a man beside him, even his legs trembling, and one staggered, unsteady on his footing, and fell straight down from the roof—

The building is a musical theater in the city of Karlsus, and it covers a fairly large area, and he can't stop falling and screaming "ahhhhh

However, after a few seconds, the movement of landing did not come.

“LVup!”