Vis had imagined what would happen if a sword that reflected all attacks attacked, and although he came up with an answer, he could not verify it because he did not have such an ability. Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info But now, the fact is happening right in front of him, the Count really wants to use the sword to penetrate his heart, and the sword does pierce the Earl's chest. But the sword that pierced the chest with such force only caused a painless skin wound to the count's chest, almost as if the sword were resisting the piercing of the chest. Only then did Weiss realize that the reason why the sword thrown by the Earl before only scratched a small wound on his shoulder was because of the Earl's ability, the sword itself resisted hurting people, and it would absorb all the damage it might cause. And the Earl's move is obviously to let the sword absorb the killing intent, if that is the case, the Earl is a person who can kill himself without hesitation.

"This sword has now accepted my killing intent, but the target of this killing intent will not be me, can you understand what I'm talking about?" said the Earl with a blank face.

"You can target the killing intent at will, but can you really kill yourself? If the sword doesn't stop you, you'll die!"

"At first, I couldn't do it, but after practicing again and again, I finally had the consciousness to kill myself, and my life was nothing in front of my ambitions. ”

"To say that life is nothing to ambition, if you die, what is the use of relying on ambition to get something?"

"But what can you gain in this unchanging world without risking your life?"

The sword paused in the air and flew swiftly towards Vess.

It's too underestimated, I thought he was just a nobleman who wanted to take the opportunity to replace the emperor and be dominated by ambition, but I didn't expect that he was not the kind of nobleman who was greedy for life and afraid of death. The loss of life can easily happen to people who chase power, almost all people who chase power, are afraid of death, but the man in front of him is different, he has already crossed this obstacle, he has long been aware of losing his life in the process of chasing power, and this consciousness has been integrated into the sword flying towards Vess.

Damn, there was only one gamble, and Weiss raised his pistol.

"Your pistol has no bullets, so what's the point of this move?" said the Count indifferently.

Ignoring the Count's words, Vis pulled the trigger, and a gunshot rang out through the palace.

The Count was startled, what was going on? Could it be that his gun still had bullets? The Count hurriedly checked his body, and there was no sign of being hit by the bullets, and the sword flying in the air was not affected in any way. In other words, it was an empty gun, so what was the point of his actions?

Just as the sword was about to pierce into Vess's body, Count Mel suddenly felt a strong murderous aura behind him. The Count, who threw the sword out, had no protection at the moment, and his body was now like a normal person. The Count hurriedly turned his head and saw a man wrapped in black cloth standing in front of him, his sharp eyes glaring at him through the gap between the black cloth. Only then did he realize that Weiss's empty gun was a signal, and he had brought more than one servant to the palace. No wonder he broke into the palace for only a few minutes, and someone came to hinder him, the lowly merchant sent someone to keep an eye on the palace and let him hide it all the time after the magic disappeared, it was because of the disappearance of the magic that the entire palace's security system collapsed, so this man with a black cloth was not discovered?

The man wrapped in the black cloth had already swung two short blades at him, "Damn!" the Count quickly used his power on his coat. But the black man's short blade didn't hit his coat, but stopped where it was clinging to his coat.

"What!?" the Count let out a panicked sound for the first time, and those who did not hit his coat were naturally not reflexed. Seeing this, the Count quickly leaned his body against the tip of the short blade, but the black cloth man had obviously anticipated the Earl's actions and quickly withdrew the blade, and the Earl, who had lost his balance, fell to the ground.

"Sure enough, it looks like I was right. Vess's voice came from behind.

"You can only grant abilities to one object at a time, and if you give an object a second time, the object that was previously given the ability will change back to its original state. The Count looked up at Vis behind him, the sword he had thrown to kill him had fallen to the ground weakly. "Although you said before that you would even risk your life for your own ambitions, and your words did scare me, but you are still a life-saving person after all, and when your life is threatened, you will be able to see that he did not kill you, which is why his attack can stop when it comes into contact with the reflex coat. ”

"I just bet on two facts, one is that your abilities can only be given to one object, and the other is that you will still panic when you actually face death. Viss finished loading with his left hand and raised his gun at the same time. "I won both bets. ”

The earl's face turned pale, and he struggled to get up, "But I haven't lost yet! You just got away with it, as long as I use my ability again, it's my victory!"

Vis looked at the Count quietly, "No, after our abilities and character are thoroughly figured out, you have no chance of winning. ”

Shadow, a man wrapped in black cloth, began to act, his twin blades slashed at the Earl, who hurriedly resisted with his own hand, but his right leg suddenly lost strength and fell to his knees, and then a sharp pain hit his nerves.

The Count realized that it was Vis who shot him in the right leg, because the ability was currently given to the coat, and his pants did not have the ability to reflect, so the bullet fired by Vis broke his right leg in an instant.

"Damn, my throne, my dreams, how can they be stopped by such a lowly man?" Count Mel was still struggling desperately, and he struggled to pick up the dagger that had fallen to the side and stabbed himself in the heart.

Blood spurted onto the white floor of the palace, and it was blood that had spurted from the throat of Count Mel, who had already received a fatal blow.

Unconscious, Count Mel was completely unaware that at the same time as he plunged the dagger into his own heart, Shadow had slashed his twin blades into his defenseless neck.

The ambitions of the Count of Mel dissipated with his death.