Gal Khanna never imagined that the most elite knights under his command would lose overwhelmingly to their opponents in the imperial capital. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Did this damn Assassin Guild come out of the nest?

In addition to the man with the Chinese face, there were three Templars hiding among the Assassins! They were extremely stealthy, and by the time the guards reacted, the daggers in their hands were often pierced into their hearts.

The weapon is so poisonous that if you cut a wound slightly, the injured person will die in less than ten seconds.

His face was gloomy, and if he continued to consume it like this, he would only make his knights die in vain.

"Listen to my orders, and fight your way with me!" Gar-Karna raised his knight's sword, white flames burst out, and the poison spread rapidly as the notched force on the left side of his face dispersed.

But at this moment, he couldn't care so much.

Fighting his way out and bringing the news of Yaral's rebellion back to the church was his only option.

The fundamental purpose of the Assassins' Guild ambush here was to cut off the royal family's reinforcements. Now the inner sanctum is tantamount to an island, and Henry V probably doesn't even know that he is already isolated.

Gal did not know how many men the Assassin Guild had sent, and how many nobles like Yaral had chosen to commit treason, but at this point, he had to ask the Bishop to intervene.

Otherwise, the entire imperial capital will probably become a laughing stock.

The murder of the king in his own kingdom will be an indelible disgrace to the royal family!

Even if he fought to the death, he couldn't let such a thing happen.

When the man with the national character face saw that Gar Khanna suddenly gave up resisting the venom and instead killed the rear with all his might, his face couldn't help but change drastically-"They want to escape!"

A strange pattern appeared under his right eye, and the man chanted loudly: "The mountains are cracking, and the collapsing mountain roads are blocking the retreat of the knights!"

With his voice, the soil shook violently. The mountain road collapsed down, but Gal, who was in the lead, did not stop in the slightest, and he stepped on the boulder that rolled down, and ran down the mudslide.

"Just ......" The man-faced man could not continue, and the lion condensed by the blazing white flames roared unstoppably, and several of the assassins who were caught up were consumed by the white flames in the blink of an eye.

The man took a step back angrily and shouted through gritted teeth, "Get out of here!"

The lion that was pressing towards him really stopped, and there was a fear in his eyes.

The chief of the guard also took this opportunity to rush in front of the man, and the long sword burning with white flames in his hand slashed at the man's head and face-"Swear to cover Lord Garl to the death!"

"Swear to cover Lord Garl!"

The guards shouted at the Assassins.

......

The battle in the forest has come to an end.

It's more like a one-sided slaughter than a fight. From beginning to end, Ophelia's sword was not stained with blood. Before the five royal knights could react, the sword slashed their throats.

The freshmen couldn't help but feel a little cold, and they suddenly felt that Ophelia had become a little stranger—she was decisive, and the killing didn't seem to cause her any discomfort. The smell of blood in the air made the freshmen feel sick to their stomachs, all of them from noble families with great fame in the Great Kingdoms, not only had they never killed anyone, but they had never seen even a real dead person a few times.

The scene was too intense for them.

But why is Ophelia, the princess of the Fourth Kingdom, able to swing her sword and kill people so calmly?

"Ophelia...... President?" one of the students asked worriedly.

"Go find the Rajer family, and they will answer you. Before Ophelia could finish speaking, the freshmen left a "Thank you, President" and fled into the forest.

It wasn't until the footsteps completely disappeared that Ophelia slowly walked up to the purple-level royal knight, whose body trembled involuntarily, but still chose to play dead.

Ophelia said in a cold voice: "Save it, I know what I have chopped. ”

Her sword specifically bypassed the man.

The purple-level royal knight can obtain a high status in spades, which means that he has far more information than ordinary members.

Royal knights do not die from blood loss, and their scoring power is effective in stopping the bleeding. And the big man who lost his arms apparently did the same.

"You should understand that if I reveal my plan, I will still die...... Give me a good time!"

He opened his eyes and looked directly at Ophelia.

"I have no interest in your plans, and since you have chosen to cooperate with the Assassin Guild, you must know what happened thirteen years ago...... Or can you tell me who among the bosses knows about it?" Ophelia asked a question that he didn't expect.

Dahan's eyes froze, and this unexpected question frightened him.

Church?

No, all the power of the church should be in the inner sanctum at this moment.

"Who the hell are you?"

A student of the Wind Furnace Academy and the heir to the throne of the Fourth Kingdom, but no matter what the identity is, it is not enough to make the girl in front of her interested in the secret mission that originated in the imperial capital thirteen years ago. Ophelia's extremely fast swordsmanship reminded him of a man - the leader of the Assassin Guild, Hundred Winds!

"What's your relationship with Baifeng?"

"It doesn't matter. Ophelia replied without hesitation, "However, you may exchange this information for your life." ”

"You'd better ask Baifeng directly about this. The big man smiled contemptuously, he didn't believe that the person who could cultivate the speed sword to such a point would have nothing to do with the old woman.

"We can't afford to fight an old woman who is dying. ”

When Baifeng and the Assassin Guild infiltrated the imperial capital, someone sent her the news, but Ophelia did not expect that the Assassin Guild, which had disappeared for many years, would be able to rebel against Tower Academy and let so many people accompany her to complete the last swan song of her life.

The Assassin with a legendary life wanted to end her career as an Assassin with a kingdom.

But Baifeng's madness has nothing to do with her, all she wants to know is the whereabouts of the people who disappeared with Baifeng thirteen years ago.

"Even if you don't say it, just bring your body back, and I will know everything. In a different tone, Ophelia seemed to be stating a fact.

The big man could no longer maintain that contemptuous smile, and Ophelia's heart palpitated as the flames rose from his body.

Although spades are spread across the two continents, and they also know the secrets of countless nobles, there are still some secrets that even they don't have the guts to touch.

Like what...... Cult of Chaos.

It has almost the same combat power as the church, but it has always been secretive and wandering around the world. These cultists never follow any rules, and anyone who tries to probe their secrets is without exception a revenant.

The moment he saw the black flames, he knew Ophelia's identity.

- The Cult of Chaos, an evil organization more mysterious than spades, and the last of Gloria's followers in the world.

"In that case, you should understand, right?"

Ophelia put the Grim Reaper mask on her face, and a red light flashed in the mask's deep eyes. (To be continued.) )