A black aura surrounded Bert, symbolizing the ominous black and the bright red on the ground that stung everyone's eyes. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info Such a strange weapon, not only can cut out a strong sword qi out of thin air, but also can manipulate the fog for all-round defense, and the powerful weapons like the blue double blades are all reversed and hurt their masters. This kind of offensive and defensive artifact couldn't even imprison him for a moment with light magic.

Stephenberg knelt on the ground and groaned in a low voice, although Princip gave him medicine to temporarily stop the bleeding, but the hands were definitely not saved, and all the bones and nerves were cut off in unison, unless it was the lower realm of the gods.

Who's going to be next? This thought popped into everyone's mind. Will this weapon identify people on both sides of the enemy? The crowd stood motionless, for fear of accidentally becoming its target.

"Ugh. There was a groan of pain from the black mist. The smell of blood irritated Bert's nerves and brought him to his slumber.

What was this? The scene in front of him startled him, blood all over the ground, a headless corpse, a pair of broken palms, and a black mist around him. Could it all be self-inflicted? Wasn't he still fighting just now? Why did he suddenly fall asleep and wake up like that?

Bert subconsciously moved his fingers, but he couldn't move at all, as if his whole body was under control, and he didn't listen to the call at all. Just when he was anxious, the "light" in his left hand slowly flowed out of a white mist.

The white mist seemed to be conscious, and it went up his arm. The white mist collided with the black mist, and the black mist seemed to be startled and took a big step back. The white mist took the opportunity to climb onto Bert's shoulder, and the black mist that reacted rose up to resist, and all the black qi around his body was gathered back to resist the white mist.

Wu Xian's cloudy eyes suddenly lit up, and it was obvious that the white mist was helping Bert regain his will, and the white mist was the same color as the holy light, so maybe it could help. Wu Xian's mind raced, and he immediately chose the most suitable magic to help.

"Pure holy light, get rid of all evil in this world, and restore its holy appearance!" Wu Xian chanted loudly the "exorcism technique" that all second-order clergy can master, this magic is very practical, whether it is poisoning, evil spirits, or dealing with evil spirits, it has a good effect. In particular, the effect of evil spirits entering the body has been strengthened a lot, and this black mist looks like an evil spirit possession from any angle.

After the chanting, the spirits of light that appeared out of thin air gathered around Bert. In order to resist the white mist, the black mist pulled all the black gas around it, which made the magic spirit of light enter Bert's body directly as if it were in a no-man's land.

The ability of the black mist on the abdomen and back was greatly reduced, and the white mist continued to occupy Bert's body, and Bert, who had regained consciousness, was able to sense his left hand again. "Hit me with the black sword!" a girl's voice came to Bert's mind.

"Ding!" she didn't need to remind Bert that everything in front of him must be the ghost of the "shadow", and as for the best way to punish him, there was only this one, after all, he was harder than anything in this world, and only the "light" of the same origin could cure him.

"Ahh

"What did you just do?" Bert was furious in his heart, this feeling of being controlled by the sword was very bad, and no matter how good his temper was, he couldn't stand the feeling of being toyed with by the sword.

"I don't know, I just felt a familiar breath, and then I fell asleep. And then you woke me up. "The little boy was also a little angry, how to get a good night's sleep and was knocked out.

"Don't explain! Explain is to cover up! Who else here but you is dark magic......" Thinking of this, something suddenly popped into Bert's mind. Could it be it?

The Obsidian Amulet hadn't moved since the last battle with Ruschumar, and Bert, who had been hanging on his chest, hadn't paid much attention to it. Could it be that Nia was killed just now and activated the obsidian talisman? Bert shook his head, unable to think of a reason, so he simply left it alone.

"Fourth. Stauffenberg had lost so much blood that he had lost so much that he didn't have much strength to speak, and his tone became softer. "Now that you're satisfied, the third is dead, and so is the fifth. The rest of me and Lao Liu are not your opponents, if you want to kill or chop you, you can do whatever you want. Stauffenberg sighed.

Ivan watched him for a long time and didn't speak, they were all brothers who had died, but now they ended up like this. Ivan put away the weapon in his hand, and an incomparably bitter feeling welled up in his heart.

"Second uncle. Vasily helped Frank to sit up, and although Princip's paralysis potion was long-lasting, it was mixed in the Assassins' Guild, and the antidote was still available.

Frank stared at the guild elder whose hair was starting to turn gray and said, "I just want to know if you killed my father, although I have full evidence, but I need you to admit it yourself." ”

Stauffenberg shook his head helplessly: "Frank, you know my relationship with your father best, even if I have a great grudge, I won't attack him!"

"But how do you explain the blue twin blades, and why do you leave so many traces of you in the field? besides, you've been out there recruiting all these years, don't you think I don't even know?" Frank responded.

"Well, Frank, it's true that I had a fight with your father, but I really didn't kill your father. You also know that I have always had a good relationship with your father, and I have been to your house many times, so it's normal to leave traces, right? If it was really your father who I assassinated, do you think there would be any evidence?" Stauffenberg couldn't help but laugh, they couldn't see such a simple question.

"Not long after I was demoted to the branch, someone from the guild came to me, saying that the guild leader had been stabbed to death, and at the same time handed me the blue blade. I was going to come back to find out the truth, but the man told me that the murderer was going to kill you after killing your father, and that I should stay in the chapter so that I could get their attention and keep you safe. I've been recruiting for the past few years, but that's to protect the Assassins' Guild and you!"

Frank only felt that his eyes began to darken, and his body began to tremble uncontrollably. Is it really my own fault? The revenge that has been going on has hurt the uncle who cares about me the most?

A black dagger pierced Bert's chest, which was still hanging on the side, and behind him, was a black figure.