"It's a pretty fierce frontal fight." Mercury, the master of the black-robed assassins, tinkered in front of the steel gate: "This underground blast door is stronger than the intelligence says, if it is forcibly destroyed, the power of the explosion will destroy the rock wall above and bury us alive." I need a little time to penetrate it. ”

The black-robed assassin walked up and patted the silver-haired handsome contractor: "Don't waste time, I have a little experience in unlocking." ”

"What a stabber!" The contractors complimented together, "It's really an honor for our 'Night Rose' to have the help of Lord Thorn! ”

The leader of the Night Rose team, Shatia, who is as bewitching as a rose, looked at the assassin with a delicate smile on her face and said, "Speaking of which, Lord Assassin is the supreme existence among the stalkers, Mercury, you have to learn something with an open mind!" ”

Mercury thought the same way, he took two steps back respectfully, and watched the Heroic Spirit Strongman's every move with bated breath, mentally thinking: "Witnessing the lockpicking process of a legendary assassin, maybe the skill level can be improved to a higher level." ”

"Wow!" The black-robed assassin pulled out a high-energy blade of light and plunged it into the heavy blast door in full view of everyone, and rotated the blade clockwise under the stunned gaze of everyone, and the high-energy beam melted the lock of the one-meter-thick iron door into molten iron and flowed down, condensing into an iron lump on the cold ground.

"Look! It's like this. ”

"......" Mercury and his companions were speechless.

The black-robed assassin kicked towards the iron door, and the blast door, whose lock had been completely melted, fell backwards with a clatter.

"It's so rusty." The black-robed assassin muttered and walked inside.

"Yo~ Don't come unharmed! Mortals. Behind the iron gate, a black-haired man in a gorgeous white robe stood. The man's appearance is extremely noble and handsome. His golden armor loomed from under his white robe. His golden pupils swept over everyone, like a god looking down on the people.

Even just standing there, this person is as brilliant as the sun, and people can't help but have the idea of worshipping.

"Stand still and don't move!" A contractor as thick as a city wall stepped forward with a tower shield in his hand, "I am the Master of the German School of Witchcraft and Wizardry in the Nibelungen, and this lord is His Majesty Ramses II, the son of the glorious sun god!" Bow down! Mortals! ”

The contractors of the Night Rose all gasped, they didn't expect to encounter the enemy's contractors and heroic spirits in this hidden tunnel, and they were still so famous in the world.

"Stabbers! Didn't you say it's okay? Shatiya let out a low roar: "How could the other party's sorcerer be here, our plan has been exposed!" ”

The assassin shook his black robes, turned his head to look at the members of the Night Rose, stretched out a finger and shook it twice, and said, "As long as all the witnesses are killed, the plan will not be revealed!" ”

Ramses's face was filled with displeasure: "The untouchables hiding in the shadows dare to utter wild words, die!" ”

As soon as he finished speaking, a group of rock golems formed from the surrounding rock walls, breaking free from the shackles of dirt and rocks, and surrounded them step by step.

"This is the sorcerer's preset position, and he's here to ambush us!" One of the contractors shouted, "We must retreat." ”

A furious storm of blades hung up, and a dozen strong rock giants were caught in it, only to be torn to pieces before they could react and return to the earth.

"Bell!" A sword powerful enough to slay the dragon into the ground, and in an instant, the black-robed assassin slain the rock giants that Ramses had arranged, staring at his foes like knights with swords in both hands.

"What!"

"Holy!"

"It's really fake!"

"Aren't we ambushing the Thorns? Could this guy's real identity be the champion swordsman on the other side! “

……

The contractors on both sides were stunned.

"This dragon slaying sword that specializes in restraining monsters?! You ......," the Radiant Sun King gritted his teeth, "I didn't expect to encounter a character like you." ”

"Yes~The world is impermanent~" The black-robed assassin lifted his cloak, revealing a skeletal mask. He turned to his lord Mercury and said, "Young man, haven't you been asking me all this time? I'm going to tell you what path to take as an undetectable Assassin. ”

Without waiting for Mercury to speak, the black-robed assassin said to himself, "All skills and talents are on melee, whirlwind slash, two-handed sword, slash, broken tendon, scorching ray, splash damage, dodge, attack acceleration, block, parry, broken tendon, lethal blow, slash!" Then choose a two-handed greatsword, and finally a little bit of stealth, well, that's it. ”

“……”

"You're funny! That's the attributes and skills of a warrior, what assassin like you! Ramises II couldn't help but open his mouth and spit out.

"There's no way around it~" The assassin spread his hands, "In my time, there were always assassins who lost themselves on the road of life; As an elder, I need to teach them the principles of life. ”

"And then cut them down and retrain?" Mercury complained.

"Maxim! Get out of here! Ramises II threw a shield at his master, and with a flick of his right hand, he threw the Nibelungen's MT behind.

"Mercury, go out too." The Thorn also said, "Go back to it, this is the battle between me and the little king of the Sand Kneaders." ”

"Who do you say pinching the sand man!" With a wave of the Sun King's right hand, a powerful golden sandstorm blasted over.

The assassin vanished into a virtual shadow, and the golden sandstorm struck the contractor behind him.

These inescapable contractors were immediately caught in the wrap of quicksand, unable to break free no matter how hard they tried.

"Poof!" Ramisis squeezed his right hand slightly, and the captured contractor immediately exploded into a pile of blood mist.

"Your skills are really interesting." The Assassin suddenly appeared to the left of Ramses. The heavy sword slashed down like a thunderbolt, and the Sun King only had time to erect a wall of sand, and then condensed a giant hand of sand to push himself away in reverse.

"Boom!" The wall of sand was shattered by a thunderbolt in an instant, and although Ramses avoided the blade in a hurry, his left shoulder was still injured by the aftermath, and blood flowed incessantly.

The assassin pressed forward, and the thunderbolt-like greatsword flew up and down like a light bayonet, instantly enveloping Ramissith in an impenetrable sword light.

Although the Sun King continued to summon rock giants and sand dunes to fend off, these powerful and sturdy creations were like castles of sand on the beach in front of the greatsword, and they were not vulnerable to the blow of the waves.

"Dust to dust, dust to dust!" This is the treasure of the black-robed assassin. At the touch of his greatsword, magical creations disintegrated into prototypes—sand, dirt, and rock.

The wide basement was littered with shattered sand, blood, and shattered gold armor. Ramses was repulsed again in disarray, and his white robe and gold armor were in tatters.

"If you have any skills, use them quickly." The Assassin flew a giant rock giant three times its normal size with a sword, and looked at the Sun King playfully; "There have been more than a dozen monarchs who have died by my sword, but there has never been one as famous as you. If you die too quickly, you'll be ashamed. ”

"Idiot!" Ramses squeezed his right hand, and the sand that had already filled the entire basement suddenly gathered and surrounded the assassins: "Now the entire underground space is filled with my dust!" No matter how fast you are, you won't be able to dodge this blow. Smash it, untouchables! I'm going to crush every bone of yours! ”

The stabger, who had nowhere to avoid, was immediately enveloped in a clump, and the incomparably hard sand wrapped around the staber like armor, getting tighter and tighter, clattering the staber in the middle.

"The sound of bones and internal organs whining under the squeezing is so pleasant!" The Sun King smirked as he watched as his enemy was firmly grasped and pinched in his hand, and he clenched his right hand hard.

"Smash it! Untouchables, the pressure of this king's quicksand trap is enough to crush the armor of the chariot! ”

"Boom!"

Before he could be triumphant, the layers of squeezed hard sand suddenly exploded, and the scorching red-hot light vaporized the sand!

"Is that the level?" The assassin's eyes flashed a terrifying red, and the red-hot light just now came from his eyes, "Then you're going to die here!" ”

"Hell!" Ramses II exclaimed, the quicksand trap just now was already his strongest regular attack skill, and if other heroic spirits fell into such a net, they would definitely die.

The blade of the greatsword shimmered with cold light, blasting like lightning thrown by the gods.

"Suffer death! Son of the Sun God! ”

In the moments before he died, Ramses recalled that battle thousands of years ago. On the battlefield of Kadesh, he was surrounded by enemies, and countless spears, bows, and blades came at him, as dangerous as the battle today.

This scene is depicted in the reliefs of the Temple of Abu Simbel depicting the Battle of Kadiashi. Ramses in the relief is waving his hands in a desperate resistance, and a pair of large, eerie arms appear out of thin air beside him to fend off deadly attacks.

As now, Ramses at that time was shouting:

"Emon!"

Only in the moment of dying can Ramses awaken and perform this skill - summoning the projection of the god Aemon to protect him!

Even if it is just a projection, this is also a projection of the gods across the barriers of time and space, and the powerful power is not something that ordinary forces can resist.

"What!" The moment the assassin struck the Sun King, he felt an unprecedented amount of power. His basic attributes are far superior to those of the sorcerer, so in a head-on confrontation, the sorcerer is powerless. But the coercion in front of him seemed to come from the void, with an undeniable supreme power.

Can't deny it!

Inviolable! This is God's realm!

The most famous pharaoh of ancient Egypt, Ramses II's most powerful Noble Phantasm, the EX-class Noble Phantasm "Meliaemon" (the one who was protected by the god Aemon)!

Immune to all physical and magical attacks in the world!

God has come!

The stinger felt every cell of his body screaming, every inch of bone trembling.

An indescribably powerful being is tearing through the barriers of time and space to descend on the world, and just two arms are enough to crush the Thorn.

The assassin felt like he was going to be shattered just by glancing at the arms, and his body and mind were drowned in fear.

The brilliant light almost blinded his eyes, and every cell boiled.

"What kind of power is this?"

"Why can't I even look Him in the eye?"

"Boom!" The assassin who was about to slash Ramses found that his attack was stopped by the immense force of the last millimeter, and he could not move an inch. Then the assassin himself flew upside down like a broken pocket in the wind, slamming into the stone wall behind him.

(End of chapter)