Snort –

Red blood poured out of the wound.

The man in gray looked down in disbelief at the dagger that pierced his chest. Intense pain and suffocation rushed through his nerves, and he couldn't and didn't need to maintain the Wind Lock anymore. Anbei broke free from the lock of the wind, gently avoiding a black light that smeared his throat.

The man in gray couldn't understand why the quiet family wanted to kill him instead of Anbei, and he didn't have a chance to figure it out.

Anbei opened his right hand to the man in gray.

Bang!

A waist-thick thunderbolt struck the gray-clad man's upper body, smashing his head into charcoal. Anbei watched the corpse of the gray-clothed man fall, and a trace of happiness inexplicably rose in his heart.

Whoosh –

A sharp sound of breaking the air came from Anbei's ears.

Anbei didn't have time to think about where he got the pleasure from, so he immediately made a back bridge, avoiding the three throwing knives that shot him in the head, throat, and heart.

Whoosh - another string of throwing knives

Anbei lost his vision in the direction of the assassin at this time, and it stands to reason that he should be shot, but as if he had eyes all over his body, his body shook slightly a few times and then avoided all the throwing knives.

The sound of breaking the air is layered, and the flying knives are like splashes.

Anbei flies in the air like a butterfly.

Seeing that the stone bricks on the ground were shot to the point that there was no place for cones, there was still no flying knife that could hit Anbei, but it made Anbei churn more and more vigorously in the air.

Until the end, the Assassins themselves gave up.

Anbei landed smoothly.

Whoosh –

He tilted his head.

There was no killing intent on this lone throwing knife, just the last stubbornness of the assassin.

Anbei looked up at the other side.

The Assassin was a petite girl with a black veil on her face.

She gasped and scolded, "Pervert! ”

Anbei saw a scroll standing next to her that was taller than herself, but this scroll was empty at this time.

Anbei said in a low voice: "Girl, times have changed. ”

The red light in the eye socket of the black dragon suit flickered, and the trajectory line on the Anbei retina quickly faded.

You have the secret weapon, I have the technology.

The assassin suddenly said, "Don't fight, help me get free." ”

In Anbei's surprised gaze, she threw her dagger directly to Anbei.

Anbei subconsciously reached out to catch the dagger.

He looked at the dagger in his hand and felt confused.

The assassin pointed to his chest and said, "The dagger has the saliva of the plague god quenched, and the disgusting is a little disgusting, but the killing is fast." ”

Anbei looked at her in confusion.

"After killing that guy, I remembered a few things." The assassin sighed, "The gods don't have a fucking good thing, bastard Magma, just kill me, and play with me." ”

Anbei said tentatively: "You know that you are dead? ”

"Nonsense!"

The assassin rolled his eyes, then raised his hand to tear off the black veil that obscured his face, revealing an extremely delicate face under Anbei's surprised gaze. Just looking at this face, absolutely no one could associate her with the ruthless Assassin.

"After I killed him, the breath that McGma had left on him was transferred to me." The Assassin sat down on a stone pier next to him, "Now you kill me, take away all the breath that Magma left us, and you can go to meet Magma." ”

Anbei couldn't help but ask, "What about you?" ”

If an Assassin fought him and was killed by him, he would never ask more. But the Assassin not only grabbed him with his hands but also offered to hand him the knife, and he didn't know what to do.

The Assassin pulled out a flask from nowhere, but she didn't answer Anbei, but tilted her head back and poured wine into her mouth.

Anbei stood aside in silence and did not disturb her.

Time was short, but he was willing to give the Assassins the respect they deserved, and the time wasted was like a fight between the Assassins and him.

After a while, the Assassin asked drunkenly, "What is this thing you are wearing, it looks quite bluffing, I have been wandering around the universe all the year round, why have I never seen it?" ”

Anbei was silent for two seconds and then replied: "The difference between my era and yours is at least billions of years. The suit on my body is a piece of individual combat equipment that we have only recently developed to suit the Divine Servants. ”

The assassin's expression visibly froze for a moment.

Surprised, she asked, "How long has it been apart?" ”

Anbei shook his head: "Not sure, but at least billions of years." ”

Whether it's a dead man in gray or an assassin with a flask in front of him, they can all be called the ancestors of mankind.

The assassin suddenly became excited, her face flushed visibly, and her voice trembled slightly: "I didn't expect so much time to be outside......"

She lightly threw a bomb at Anbei.

"Has humanity been liberated?"

Anbei froze.

It's just a six-word question, but the blood and tears behind this six-word question may not be enough to describe in six million words.

Who would ask this question?

The assassin jerked to his feet and ghostly flashed in front of Anbei, who grabbed him by the neck and shouted rudely, "I'm asking you!" ”

Her voice was loud, but the force in her hands was light, and the hope in her eyes was fragile.

Anbei seemed to see the tears of forbearance.

He stammered and replied, "Liberation, liberation." ”

Hearing this, the Assassin's face was filled with a smile as bright as spring, but tears also quietly flowed.

"It's good to be liberated."

She said with relief.

The assassin let go of Anbei, and she turned her back and lowered her head, her shoulders trembling slightly, and her mouth bursting into a staccato laugh.

Anbei did not know what the Assassin had been through, but his mood was complicated by the Assassin's crying and laughing.

There is joy and sorrow in the air at the same time, and you have to breathe the air to understand this strange feeling. It knocks on your heart with a low sob, and when you look at it, it smiles brightly. Every tear of the Assassin pays tribute to an old man, and every chuckle responds to a wish. And behind the crying and laughing, there are mountains of people, flowing like rivers of blood.

Anbei felt overwhelmed.

Should he go up and give the Assassin a hug?

Or do nothing quietly?

As the minutes ticked by, the Assassin wiped away her tears and turned around, staring at Anbei for a long time, and finally asked expectantly, "Can you tell me how humanity was liberated?" ”

Anbei was silent.

After a few seconds, he whispered, "That history is lost." ”

The assassin's eyes widened: "Lost?!" ”

Anbei bowed his head guiltily, he couldn't face the assassin. There is no doubt that that history should be the most important history of all mankind, but they have lost it.

The Assassin said wistfully, "Forget it, if you lose it, you will lose it, and you don't need to know about the dark things of the past, just move on with our wishes." ”

After a pause for a few seconds, she suddenly reacted to something, and she asked, "It's strange, since the human race has been liberated, why is a guy like [Magma] still alive?" ”