"You may wonder why I can't do it to you. The pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info "His smile was bleak.

From the madness just now to the current paleness, the atmosphere and expression changed so quickly that my heart went into a bit of a suspension.

No, I don't have a heart.

That's not the point, though.

"But I can't tell you why." He put his finger on his lips.

"However, although I can't kill you myself, I can let someone else kill you." He regained his old frenzy and began to approach me again.

"And besides, 'killing' is a result." His ugly smile resurfaced on his face, "As long as the final result is not achieved by my hands, isn't it okay?" ”

What does he want to do?

"So." With a flick of his wrist, a small cyan short sword appeared in his hand, "For this purpose, I have prepared a weapon for you. ”

"It's a cursed dagger." He rummaged through the blade in his hand, "It has an extremely powerful negative effect. ”

"Of course, it's for the user." There was an imperceptible glint in his eyes, "But for me, there is no better negative effect." ”

"What?" I stepped back, but at the same time I didn't give up on the doubts in my mind.

"You want to know? It doesn't hurt to tell you. The Misty Believer pointed the tip of his knife at me.

The cold light condensed on the cyan blade, setting off the patterns carved on it like a fairy object.

"You're going to be under the edge of this dagger soon, anyway." He stroked the blade of the sword as if he were touching a piece of silk, "Well, let me tell you, the effect of this short sword is that it cannot kill the target. ”

Can't kill the target?

"No matter how much damage it does to the target, it won't be able to deal the final fatal blow to the target." He laughed, "That means, you'll always have a little health left, and no matter how much I attack you, you won't die." ”

"In this case, it would be too perfect for me to fulfill my desire to 'kill' you without actually killing you."

He clenched the short sword in his hand and began to look up to the sky and laugh wildly.

After all, he did not completely cover up this full madness, but let them erupt majestically.

You can see that he really hates me.

So much so that this hatred is even about to turn into a substance.

"Also, tell you how I feel about Rinslet's death." He slowly approached me, and there was no way back.

"I, non, usual, high, happy!"

His eyes were red, and he glared at me like a pair of brass bells, as if he wanted to kill me with his eyes.

At this point, I don't care if he desecrated Rinslet, or whatever.

Because first of all, he was out of control, and my personal safety was threatened.

"you!" In this case, I struck first and slammed the Industrial Morning Star at him.

However, although he looked defenseless, he was actually ready.

When the giant pincers in my hand came out, he reacted immediately.

True, not only did his reaction not regress, but he was even a few points faster than before.

By the time the pincers swung through, his upper body had completely bent down, sending me into the air with a powerful blow.

And the consequences of a heavy blow are also extremely serious.

As a result, I couldn't recruit quickly, so I was exposed to flaws.

Besides, the opponent is still an assassin.

Exposing flaws in the eyes of the Assassins is tantamount to suicide.

'Boom! The dagger flashed with a flash of blue light, and the dagger in the mist's hand instantly stabbed me in the back of the waist after the upper body regained its mobility.

At this time, I was still in the state of swinging the giant pincers.

The dagger stabbed me in the waist without hindrance, and the pain hit my body like a sea of excruciating pain.

However, the damage is not as obvious as the pain it causes.

Only a fraction of my blood was lost in this blow.

But for the weapon in his hand, it was completely meaningless to talk about damage.

After all, no matter how high his damage is, as long as he can't cause damage, it's actually false.

However, while the hurt is false, the pain is real.

And for some reason, through the wounds inflicted by this short sword, I always felt more pain than the damage inflicted by other weapons.

Seeing that I frowned, the Misty Believer let out a loud laugh again.

"It hurts, doesn't it? This sword can't kill the target, but it's a weapon that specializes in causing pain, so enjoy it! ”

As he spoke, he pulled out the dagger at my waist, ready to strike at me again.

At this time, the industrial morning star I swung out had already closed its momentum, and I would not be simply hit when I regained my mobility.

However, the weapon was too cumbersome to deal with the Assassins, so I immediately reduced it to a warframe and blocked the blow with a lightsaber in my left hand.

"Think you'll be safe by wrapping yourself in a turtle shell?" The Misty Believer instantly pulled another red dagger from his waist, and the twin daggers crossed at me at two different angles.

Damn, what is this again?

The red blade of the dagger was swirling with blood, as if blood was actually rolling on it.

The two daggers came at different angles, so I had no choice but to parry one with my lightsaber and then force the other with my scaly-clad hand.

However, along the way, I made a mistake.

I should have used my hand to block the cyan dagger, and then used my lightsaber to block the red dagger.

After all, when facing the unknown, it is always safest to use tools to probe the unknown.

However, under the pressure of tension and a sense of crisis, I reversed the position of the movements that my hands should have made.

That's right, I used my lightsaber to block the cyan dagger, and then I used my armor to block the red dagger.

This may seem like a small move, but it has had extremely serious consequences.

When the surface of my armor touched the blood on the blade of the red dagger, the scales that covered the area receded like a tide.

When they meet the blade, it is like a flame meets a flood, and a positive pole meets a positive pole. The blade is invincible.

This knife is for armor-piercing!

When I found out how effective it was, I suddenly came to my senses.

However, it was too late.

The knife dispersed all the foreign matter that covered my body, and then cut off my right hand with a single blow, as clean as chopping melons and vegetables.

"You know what, your next days...... It's not going to be too easy. ”

His laughter spread to my ears.