The light rain was dripping, and the prosperity on the ground had already passed away with the fall of night, although the bluestone-paved path could occasionally see passers-by walking in pairs, but when the surging clouds obscured the bright moon, lightning and thunder dominated the sky, and finally only a young man was left alone on the street.

Lonely?

- Not really.

The young Glory Man was not immersed in sorrow, pain, and hesitation, and although he was quite devastated by the unhappy separation with Yuria, it was actually only a matter of the moment, and by the time he came back to his senses, he was able to calm down to some extent, and to accept the fact that his sister had grown up.

After all...... That's a good thing in a way, too.

Although I can't agree with it, this is also Yuria's independent decision, and it is a proof of her growth.

In that case, as an elder brother and as an elder brother, what is there to be sad and depressed?

It's just that I can't accept it for a short time.

What brother in this world wouldn't be happy with his sister's growth?

Perhaps because his parents have been away for many years, the teenager's impression of the man and woman who raised him in his memory is far from profound, and even a little thin - instead he has an almost pathological concern for the existence of his sister and his responsibilities and responsibilities as an older brother.

It seems that since I can remember, I have been dependent on my sister for my life.

But...... How is this possible?

Shaking his head and putting his imagination away, the young glorious man couldn't help but laugh.

Although the "mysterious disappearance" of the irresponsible parents is almost a daily occurrence, their time at home is far from short, and the pitiful situation of relying on each other for their lives will not happen to him.

So...... It can only be an illusion.

Amy thought of this, the steps under her feet sudden, and the smile that had just appeared froze on her face, but only for a moment, in the blink of an eye, her face was as deep as water, and her dark eyes were full of hostility.

Oops.

Reaching out to wipe the blood overflowing from the corner of his mouth, the young man clenched his fists quietly, looking back at the deep and unknowable path behind him, and at this moment he couldn't help but feel a little dilemma.

The meeting with Yulia was unexpectedly delayed for too much time, he planned to return to the lower zone before the sun set, but the plan couldn't catch up with the changes after all, and the eyes and ears of the glorious families in the upper zone were far brighter than he expected, and now he was already regarded as a bag by the wolves who were driven by money.

One, two, three - are there at least three killers in the vicinity alone?

The afterglow swept around, and there were still doubts in the hearts of the glorious ones about whether to strike first.

But it wasn't possible to juggle that much at this point - even if Michelangelo in the lower districts was suspicious of it, it would be better than dying - the killers in the upper districts were different from their counterparts in the lower districts, and their assassination methods were often specially adapted to the Glory, not only did they quench the poison on the weapons they used, but their fighting style was also more skillful and they were quite adept at using the environment to set traps.

Even if there is only one such enemy, it is quite difficult to deal with.

What's more, just for now, there are three of them, hidden in the dark...... There may be many.

And so—

Draw your sword as a matter of course, and then roll on the spot.

- Throw a sword!

With a roar that pierced the atmosphere, the black sword cut through the rain curtain under the dark night, and the bright red flowers bloomed here!

Before he could scream, the figure hiding in the treetops fell to the ground with a bang, and after splashing a cloud of muddy water, there was no more sound.

He died, too dead to die anymore.

But even so, the young Glory Man did not have the slightest slack in his heart, just because-

Fight back, as scheduled.

The starry firelight lit up the dark night that had been silent for a long time, the fine raindrops extinguished the misty green smoke that slowly rose, and in the bullet time invisible to the naked eye, the heavy lead bullet penetrated the endless rain curtain, and also tore apart the dull atmosphere, like the angry waves of the sea, like the flames of the mountains and forests, and like the meteorite that fell straight down, with an indomitable majestic momentum to break through all the small things that dared to block in front of it, cut through the night, cut through the sky, even the ubiquitous sound was left far behind it.

Thou shalt not hear, nor see, nor hear.

The money-driven hounds fight back as stealthily and deadly as the Grim Reaper roaming the night.

Run, where to escape?

How can you avoid it?

Fast – it's so fast, so fast that there's no room for reaction.

Almost at the same time as Amy made a tumbling motion, the bluestone-paved ground under her feet was already full of holes, and the street, which had been somewhat shrunken, was now ploughed by a brute ox, and there was no good thing to find at all, and the past was full of scorched earth and devastation.

But teenagers are the exception.

There was no fluke, and in the rain of bullets, he was unscathed.

The old-fashioned firecracker had certain problems in terms of accuracy, and in order to pursue concealment, a considerable number of killers deliberately kept a distance from him, and under the combination of the two, the original sniper plan was completely messed up, and the first round of firepower not only did not hurt the Glory Hero in the slightest, but instead created a large area of ruins that could be hidden, casting a layer of haze over the originally clear situation.

Still, Amy is at a disadvantage.

Unscathed was just a façade, in fact, he had already died once in that long-range blow just now.

- Death harbinger.

Thanks to the blood of order inherent in his body, he returns from hell with a will for revenge.

Perhaps on another timeline, or perhaps on some alternate time and space, he didn't notice the ambush around him, and it wasn't until the hidden killer attacked that he realized that death was near. And in that case, there was really not much he could do to deal with it, and he narrowly escaped the first wave of assassins, and then ushered in an overwhelming rain of lead bullets - the long-planned assassins had already chosen the best sniper points, and the old-fashioned muskets with questionable accuracy pulled an impermeable fire net in a small area, and even if he cut through and blocked a few buckshot bullets near the vital point, he was not lucky enough to avoid the third wave of attacks.

Hidden in the light of the skyrocketing fire, the crossbow bolts are as cunning and deadly as poisonous snakes.

Even if he was shot only in the arm, the poison applied to it made him dizzy and weak.

And then...... Without any suspense, he died.

After careful calculation, it seemed that this was the second time in a month that he had tasted death.

The feeling of vitality and vitality passing through his body was not at all pleasant, and if he could, he didn't want to experience the pain and despair of running out of blood again.

The chaotic thoughts only passed by in a flash, and Amy, who was in the battle, did not dare to let the distractions grow, quickly collected the inadvertent thoughts in her head, grasped the vacuum period of the firecracker, and rushed to another assassin hidden in the nearby haystack like a tiger descending the mountain before the second round of long-range strikes came.

The extraordinary physique that the Blood of Order brings to the Glorious is never a secret to the killers of the upper districts, they themselves are the wings of the big men who control life and death, and their main job is to assassinate important people of the hostile forces when necessary, and they know better than anyone how to fight the Glory- Therefore, the assassin hiding under the haystack did not have any contempt because of the young man's youth, nor did he have any slackening because the enemy was defenseless, and in the face of the brazen attack, he did not hesitate at all, grabbed the straw on his body, raised it casually, and did not look at his own results, turned around and ran.

The glorious man whose eyes were swayed did not venture forward, and he had learned the killers' strange methods a few months ago, so he naturally wouldn't be fooled again at this moment - if you think about it, you can know that when the other party turns around and escapes, there is a good chance that the other party will scatter rusty nails all over the ground when he turns around and escapes, and even if he doesn't, he must have prepared a large number of hidden traps on the escape route that cannot be guarded against, and rashly following up on the final result will only put him in a disadvantageous situation.

But you can't do nothing.

The young man, who did not want to miss the opportunity to win the first opportunity, did not let the time slip away from his fingertips, and immediately turned back after confirming that it was impossible to do anything, and retrieved the short sword he used as a hidden weapon on the corpse under the tree, and then slowly withdrew backwards with the help of low bushes to cover his not too tall figure.

He didn't intend to fight to the death with this group of outlaws, since they had made such a big fuss that even the control products such as firecrackers had been taken out, there was no reason for the garrison to continue to be ostriches.

Hemtika, after all, is not yet a word of Goldsworth.

Moreover...... With the hands and eyes of the Lord of a City, if he really has the determination to kill, I am afraid that except for the Supreme Tower controlled by the Order, there will be no safe place for him to live in the city.

Thinking carefully about the causes and consequences of this ambush in her mind, Amy carefully withdrew from the net woven by the killers little by little - frankly speaking, the hands of the enemy hidden behind the scenes this time are not small, there are three first-line killers who can be identified alone, and there are at least twenty firecrackers who snipe a little farther away, not counting the killers who took advantage of the chaos to give him an arrow in the aura of death...... With such a lineup, I am afraid that the probability of survival of most of the glorious people is only a few decimal places, and it is absolutely overkill to target him, a little guy who has no power or identity.

The only thing that can be reflected is probably the nirvana of the people behind the scenes, right?

Thinking of the mysterious promoter who had been hiding behind the scenes, the young man gritted his teeth for a while, and at the same time, he couldn't help but feel a chill - regardless of the other party's purpose, just the fact that he still didn't know who did it, this scheming, this method, is enough to make people frightened.

It's just that...... That's not a reason for him to back down.

Amy has never been a good-natured person, he has always believed in the iron rule of an eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth, even if the person behind the scenes is really the city lord Duke Goldsworthy, he wants to get justice from him - only now...... The time has not yet come.

His eyes narrowed into a slit, and his heart was filled with murderous intent.

When Yulia made a choice on the Tower of the Highest, the boy felt like he had thrown off the heavy shackles he had put on him, and even he couldn't believe it.

In a trance, he seemed to see the shadow of another person in his body, but it was fleeting, as if-

- Dream Bubble.