Philip felt a chill in his heart, and looked behind him, where the man who was supposed to be Duke, who could block any attack for him.

Duke is still Duke, but 'Duke' is no longer Duke.

The tall, familiar figure was clenching the blue-glowing dagger, and the fierce light in his eyes seemed to overflow.

A flash of realization flashed through Philip's heart, but the reaction on his body was not slow.

As the gaze locked, the ability to predict was activated again, and the speed of the dagger's advance slowed down.

Philip carefully swung his head in the direction of the dagger, lest he struggle and cut his throat.

Such a sharp dagger, easily breaking through the defenses of the strong wall and cutting his own muscles, must be a rare weapon of the above level.

It's just that 'Duke' doesn't seem to be very strong, so he was left with a chance to survive and not be killed by a single blow.

It wasn't until the sharp tip of the dagger was completely out of his neck that Philip slammed a ferocious mallet into the farmer's face, causing him to fall backwards in a howl of pain, and at the same time loosen his hands.

The 'Duke' behind him was not slow to react, and he followed him directly, aiming at his heart again, and stabbed at the position of his heart, which was even a few points faster than Philip looked.

Philip dodged sideways, his gaze glued to the dagger, his ability to predict allowed him to avoid the vital point at the crucial moment, only to cut through the leather armor on his chest and the shallow layer of skin underneath.

The street was in a panic by the sudden assassination, and the pedestrians took refuge in the nearby shops, except for a few guards behind Philip, who were blocked by a carriage full of goods and a few pedestrians who suddenly drew daggers, ten meters away, and could not get close for a while.

Today's Philip is no longer the Wuxia Amon when he first awakened, not to mention the continuous training and physical growth in the past year, the earnest teaching from the paladin Leonardo in recent months has changed his combat experience dramatically.

Especially the sparring with Buzz and other Templars, he even appreciated the power of the Templar Knights' concept, and ordinary partial awakened people are a scum in front of the Templars who have strong comprehensive strength and no weaknesses.

He had already judged the depth of his opponent, that farmer was a second-level awakened power-type samurai, and the 'Duke' in front of him was a second-level speed awakening.

He pushed his madness to the limit, and his quadruple speed and anticipation allowed him to dodge almost all of Duke's attacks.

And the fourfold force was completely crushed after he grabbed the opponent's arm.

With a scream, Duke snapped his arm and dropped the dagger to the ground.

Philip was inspired by the pain in his body, and the negative emotions and tyranny that had been suppressed for a long time were like floods that opened the floodgates, drowning his reason.

He twisted his way, white stubble piercing the skin and exposing it, and Duke's entire arm was completely disshaped, like a twisted twist.

The pain was so severe that Duke almost lost his fighting spirit, and he fell to the ground holding his severed arm, rolling and howling, red blood spilled everywhere.

Philip was about to take advantage of the victory to pursue, when he suddenly felt a chill in his back, and hurriedly rolled sideways, and a steel knife slashed through his original position with a whistling wind.

The farmer had already stood up, but the broken and collapsed nasal bone made his face a blur of flesh and blood, and looked even more ferocious.

Philip laughed as if he had found fresh prey, picked up the dagger and pounced excitedly.

The farmer's strength is truly astonishing, and each slash is so powerful that the calf-thick frame is cut in two, and if it is hit, even with Philip's strong wall, it will be difficult to take care of it without being hit hard.

But Philip was several times as fast as he was, and he didn't fight him at all, and the small dagger flew up and down like a dancing elf, crisscrossing the farmer's body with a dozen slender wounds.

Philip was excited, but the farmer was terrified, and the young man in front of him had a strange smile on his face, which was clearly playing tricks on him.

But he knew that he couldn't escape, maybe he didn't think about escaping, not to mention that he was seriously injured and covered in blood, even if he let him escape, he didn't know how to avoid this soldier who was crazy chasing after him all over the city.

But he also smiled, and the boy's body was bleeding, and the blue in the blood was as beautiful as a dream.

Suddenly, he threw away the steel knife in his hand, even if it was a legendary-level weapon, it was useless if he couldn't touch his opponent.

They had been planning for a long time and had made all the preparations, but they didn't expect that Philip still had a strong wall or other hidden abilities.

This young man's difficulty was beyond his imagination, how could there be such a monster, we were two second-level awakened people who joined forces to sneak attack, but they were almost completely defeated under his men.

With a deafening roar, he threw himself at Philip with outstretched arms, and if he could grab him by the horn of his coat, he might be able to break his bones with a ferocious grappling.

But he miscalculated, and Philip just made a light dodge, came behind him, and made a long bloody wound in his lower abdomen and lower back.

A sharp dagger helps a lot, which a normal dagger wouldn't have been able to do.

The farmer glanced down at his injuries, and as traces of blood spread across his clothes, the intestines wrapped inside slipped outward under the force of gravity, and the colorful colors made all the spectators who witnessed the scene vomit.

The farmer stretched out his hands to hold the slippery things, trying in vain to stuff them back into his stomach, but his body had no strength.

Finally laughing, he fell to his knees and looked straight in the direction of the Lion Castle.

"This kid is dead. That was the farmer's last thought, and then he fell to the ground, losing signs of life.

Philip ignored him and went back to find the 'Duke', he wanted to let him know that his brother was not so easy to pretend.

The Assassin was about to flee with his severed arm wrapped in his coat, but before he could take a few steps, he was kicked by a ferocious whip leg and thrown into a roadside shop.

The guests inside dodged in a panic, but one of them was knocked down by Duke.

He also didn't care about the pain in his arms and waist, and grabbed the person under him, trying to coerce Philip into submission.

Unexpectedly, the young man on the opposite side did not care about the so-called hostage at all, and pounced directly on him and stabbed him hard.

In just two breaths, more than a dozen holes were added to the other party's body.

The hostage was so frightened that he screamed, clutching his head and lying on the ground, only to feel that the body pressing on his back was getting softer and weaker, and the resistance was getting weaker and weaker, and there were still a few streams of heat poured on his body.

He thought he was injured and rolled his eyes and fainted.

Duke was terrified, especially looking at the blue glow on the dagger, feeling despair penetrate his bones.

Philip didn't know how terrible this poison was, but he knew it so well, no one knew its recipe except the chief, let alone its antidote.

He wanted to run away and go to the regimental commander for an antidote.

But Philip crushed him to death, and the huge power made him unable to escape, and he could only watch Philip stubbornly stab himself hard, one, two, three, countless knives.

Bright blood mixed with a hint of blue water gushed out from the already blurred wound like a spring, pouring Philip's head and face like a bloody man.

But even as the other man fell to the ground, his eyes wide and he showed no signs of life, Philip still stabbed wildly, causing the increasingly cold body to twist with his movements, which made all the surrounding spectators look creepy, as if looking at a bloodthirsty beast or demon.

The entire assassination incident lasted less than two minutes from the beginning to the end, and when Philip's bodyguards finally killed the Assassins and came to his side, they were shocked by the tragic scene in front of him.

Like the police who are always late, by the time the patrolling soldiers arrived at the scene and brought all the witnesses and perpetrators under control, Philip and his guards were gone, leaving only a few bloody corpses.

Philip only hastily bandaged his wound and sped away in the direction of the Lion Castle.

Two hours later, Brad was standing in front of the gate of the Lion Castle, looking at the mottled gray ruins, not believing that this was the gate of his home.

Butler Patton stood tremblingly in front of him, carefully reporting the situation that had been sorted out.

This time, Catherine was assassinated in the castle, and he, the chief butler, could not escape the blame, and he had even thought about the content of the resignation, and only waited for Brad to punish him, and then offered to propose it.

But now, he still needs to dutifully stand on the last shift.

"The guards were burned and one died.

Young Lady Catherine's personal maid, Bertha, was stabbed six times in the body, and her fingers were cut off in half, and she died instantly.

Young Master Philip's bodyguard killed one, seriously wounded one, and lightly wounded three.

Young Lady Catherine was stabbed four times and is now in a coma.

Young Master Philip's most serious injury was in the neck, and the others were minor.

Five Assassins were killed and two were seriously injured on the spot, and the assassination was suspected to have been committed by the Impostor Order.

It's just that the wounds of the young lady and the young master are a little strange, and the blue blood is flowing out, and the treatment of the temple is ineffective, and there is still no way to find a way to detoxify it until this moment. ”

Brad glanced at Butler Patton and asked, "Old man, why don't you say yourself, you're also injured, and that blue poison too?"

Barton covered up the thick gauze wrapped around his hands and explained, "It's out of the way, my wound isn't deep, and I don't feel anything out of the ordinary. ”

Brad patted him on the shoulder and said earnestly, "Old man, I don't mean to blame you, and you shouldn't blame yourself too much.

Your task now is to get back to your bed and rest, and I'll find the cure. ”

The entire city of Gokan is now under martial law, and the streets are deserted, and homes are closed, waiting for heavily armed guards to search from house to house.