Dark night, silent night, barren plain, not far from Dawn City, a man in a full black night coat was scanning everything in front of him.

Prometheus, the man's name.

Prometheus is the ShadowClan, a legendary race created by the god of the night, who are born assassins.

The Shadow Clan is a native of the night, with black hair and pale black skin, everything makes them one with the night.

Moreover, ShadowClan's innate skills allow them to blend their figures into the shadows of darkness, where they are light elves who can move quickly while remaining stealthy.

The same is true of Prometheus, except that Prometheus tonight is not an assassin, his profession today is a thief.

Like the rest of the ShadowClans, Night gave Prometheus a pair of black eyes, but he didn't use them to find light. What he was looking for was Twilight Hills.

These eyes looked at the barren grassland in front of them suspiciously. In his impression, this place should not be far from Twilight Hills. But what appeared in front of him was still a flat wasteland.

As for the hills, there is not even a shadow.

Magic. Prometheus looked at the kissed grass and made such a judgment.

He didn't go the wrong way, and he was very confident in his sense of direction. And now that such a scene will appear in front of him, it can only be the effect of illusion.

"Hmph. Prometheus' nose let out a cold snort. The contemptuous gaze is for the dawn.

I see, or I don't see, the Twilight Hills.

Such a big hill is here.

Can't run anywhere.

You guys are naïve to use illusion to hide the Twilight Hills.

Following his sense of direction, Prometheus walked slowly forward with his own steps.

Illusion Circles, especially those made specifically for targets as large as Twilight Hills, are simply not likely to have an attack effect attached. Therefore, as long as you slowly follow the right direction, you will eventually be able to reach Twilight Hills.

Suddenly, Prometheus stopped, and in his perception, in front of him, there was someone, and a professional.

Although he was careful to hide his body like himself, ShadowClan was born a child of the night and could not be mistaken.

Is it a guard sent by Twilight Hills?

Prometheus was slightly shorter, and with the help of his surroundings, he hid himself better. At the same time, the pitch-black pupils began to quickly patrol the person in front of them.

When the target was discovered, Prometheus' body slowly relaxed.

The person who appeared in front of him, also dressed in a black night suit, was tiptoeing forward. At all, he didn't notice himself not far behind him.

This is an assassin who thinks the same way as himself. Prometheus thought so, and at the same time, slowed his pace, far behind him.

Looking at the figure of the assassin in front of him, Prometheus shook his head. Weak, too weak. I wonder who gave him the confidence to be able to break into the Twilight Hills?

That's why Prometheus was reluctant to work with anyone else. A successful assassin doesn't need other teammates.

Being alone means that you don't have the bonds of your companions and can completely let go of your hands and feet.

In the same way, in the event of danger, you can evacuate quickly and without thinking about your companions.

This is the highest level of the Assassin, coming and going like the wind, without any ties or weaknesses.

"Perhaps, I can change my name in the Killer Guild to the boy chasing the wind?" thought as Prometheus kept moving, still following the thief in front of him from a distance.

You don't need a companion, but if someone is willing to be a good person and find a way for themselves, they shouldn't refuse. Now that the world is not mixed, if you can reduce the danger a little, let's reduce it a little.

Prometheus slowly followed behind the thief, and after walking a distance, he noticed that there was something unusual in the scene ahead.

As if submerged in the water, the thief's figure shook in the water and disappeared into the plain.

Faced with such a scene, Prometheus was not surprised, here, it should be the edge of the enveloping range of the illusion array.

However, although his judgment was confirmed, there was not a trace of excitement on his face, and, at the same time, he stopped his pace.

There is no danger in the illusion array, but the people behind the illusion array are not necessarily.

Since Twilight Hills has established an illusion array here, there will definitely be guards behind it.

As Prometheus expected, not long after the thieves in front of him disappeared, a sudden wave of magic came, and at the same time, there was a terrible cry.

"Is there a magician?" Prometheus didn't care about the fate of the thief who had just helped him find his way, what he cared about was how many enemies there were behind the illusion array.

"If you are a magician, it may be a bit of a struggle. Thinking like this in his head, his steps began to move forward again.

As a top killer of the Killer Guild, he doesn't think Twilight Hills is an easy place like those stupid thieves.

After all, to be able to come up with so much equipment, as well as all kinds of powerful scrolls, how could they themselves be too weak?

However, all this, for Prometheus, has become accustomed to.

None of the targets that the Assassins wanted to assassinate were easy. They are all under strict protection, and at all times, there are powerful professionals around them.

But no matter what, Prometheus's steps are still firm, and he still hasn't missed a single miss. Even if he is hidden in the palace, he is still under his dagger, regretfully returning to the arms of the god of the underworld.

Twilight Hills, that's the territory of the Bloodline, and the Bloodline seems to have a close relationship with the Killer Society.

However, no matter what, this time, they are thieves, and they don't have any assassination missions, and they won't know that it was their own hands.

Thinking like this, Prometheus, who came to the edge of the illusion array, slowed down, and in the stealth state, his figure had completely disappeared.

In this way, slowly, Prometheus entered the illusion array. And, ready to dodge attacks from the magician.

However, the scene behind the illusion array made Prometheus's eyes widen.

There is no imaginary battle, no imaginary enemy.

Behind the illusion array, except for a humanoid object lying on the ground with curling green smoke.

Nothing.