"No......" a dagger pulled out of the bright red neck.

She wiped the dagger against the bracers, snorted, and kicked the corpse.

"The Chief wants us to kill that kid...... But now there is no one to be seen...... Isn't he the first in the Dragon Conference...... Shouldn't it be crowded? ”

She spun the dagger slowly, like a knife, and sliced it off the edge of her collarbone, hiding the bony dagger through a large opening in her collarbone and chest.

"Ameuseias...... Be patient...... He's a lot more powerful than the chief said. You'd better be careful......" A man stood beside them with his waist crossed, his black robe covering all of their one.

Ameuseas, and he came out of the shadows, their upright bodies and black robes reflecting their "terrible" from the black robes, so that all passers-by avoided them.

The Flying Eagles of the entire city have received orders and are heading to their side, after all, as long as they are located, it is the center of the whole city.

Captain Kraft, the Seventh Squad was jumping and flying between the houses in Wenti County, Kraft stared intently, clamped the four steel needles in his hand between his fingers, and stepped on the street, the scorching sun made his sweat beads fall, not only scared, but also really heated.

"Hurry up and inform the array mages and seal off the entire city...... You are no match for them, find help, go quickly! ”

Kaft gritted his teeth.

Why are they here?!

The members of Team 7 quickly jumped away, leaving only Kaft running in the sun.

And they, standing under the sun, quietly waited for the person they wanted to meet.

The sharp sun is like a sharp blade that divides all the crowds, and they are the only ones in this world......

The most wicked man.

【Haturin】

Haturin is notorious as a super-saboteur who roams the nations.

They are extreme racists and super mercenaries with no bottom line.

"Yo...... There you are...... My dear ......" Amuseias looked at Kaft standing on the roof, as if he had seen an old friend, licked his fingertips, and squinted the corners of his eyes and mocked: "Oh...... Originally...... It's this ......."

Kaft recognized her at a glance.

"Raven ......"

"That's my sister......" Amuseas laughed mockingly, "I'm not one who likes a pseudonym...... Girls ......"

"What are you doing here?"

Kaft leapt down and stood next to the corpse, eyeing Ametheas and the ...... [Him] under the black robe.

The man smiled evilly, as if he liked the feeling of reunion after a long absence, and when he saw others reuniting, the corners of his mouth couldn't stop rising, because he knew that this reunion was a grudge meeting......

Killing Intent...... Tumbling.

The corpse at Kaft's feet, he could tell his identity at a glance: Sir Neymar, that is, Rock Neymar's father.

"Didn't that blonde cowboy with a hat stay with you?"

Amuseas was a little disappointed, and only saw the people around Kaft.

"Answer me! You're here! What do you want to do! ”

Kaft transformed the steel blade and flung it out, staring at Ametheas fiercely.

"Don't be so serious...... My mission is not to sabotage here...... Relax a little......" Ametheas waved his hand, but Kaft took a timidly step back.

Amuseias saw his fear, and laughed at once: "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, hahahaha...... I'm not my sister, I'm a good talker~"

Her voice was bitter and serious, and the coldness of wandering in the midst of the killing gave her voice a unique tone.

"Ameuseias...... I don't dare to compliment you......" Craft lowered the steel blade and put it away.

"If that blonde cowboy comes to me, I'll be 100% ~ obedient~" Ametheas laughed happily and slowly took his hand out of his robe.

She palmed her palm upwards and pulled out a golden token.

"Sir Neymar was bought...... However, it did not have any effect, so it was necessary to extinguish the mouth. Ametheas put the golden token away again, and Kaft only glanced at it.

"Asking someone else to do something is always going wrong...... It's embarrassing. Amutheas felt that he was a chatterbox, and when he saw Kraft, he began to talk non-stop, and told Kraft directly what he meant: "We are going to kill a little child...... I don't know if you know where he is......"

She still taunted Raft endlessly, because she knew that Craft could not do anything about her.

And Kaft is immature and terrifying, although he is tougher in his mouth, but if he really wants to deal with Haturin, his strength is obviously not enough......

Ameuseas must also have a way to suppress Kaft.

Kaft kept his mouth shut, as if he didn't want to say anything more.

Who......

The dignified Haturin wanted to kill a child......

Don't use an elephant to crack a nut?

But if you really want to talk about it, Wenti County does have such a famous child......

Children of the Niemann family. Jack.

Their target is Jack...... Why......

How are Haturin and Jack related?

"Dignified Haturin, I want to come to this tiny county of Wenti to kill a child...... It's a big deal......"

"No, no, no......" Amytheas shook his index finger and said to Kaft's disdainful hand, "Little Kaft...... As the right path, there is one thing that is not good, and that is the lack of information...... That kid wasn't a simple thing. ”

As a righteous person, any confidential documents can only be shared by the higher-ups, and a pawn like Kraft doesn't even have the right to know.

"Whatever happens, Ameuseas, I don't think you'll succeed." Kaft's uniform swayed in the wind, and his blue eyes looked at Ameuseas, their gaze barely sparkling.

Or even only calm......

"You know what?" Ameuseas glanced at the face under the black robe, and laughed mockingly: "I really like this feeling of pretending to be mysterious, it really makes people feel mysterious...... So much so that it makes people feel happy. ”

"I'm ...... now" Ameuseas licked his fingertips, trembled, and came down hideously: "I'm so excited~"

Kaft was frightened and slowly stepped back, no one knew what Haturin's men would do......

They're a bunch of natural bastards, stay away from them...... It is the highest standard in this world, and even Kaft is no exception.

[The first rule of the Royal Academy of Flan Academy: Don't be a hero, protect yourself.] 】

This school rule is deeply engraved in the hearts of every Fran student, because magic is a terrifying power that can kill a person with a single blow.

The fear that shrouded in powerful magic once plunged the entire Fran into a panic that lasted for more than a hundred years...... Knowing the gradual implementation of the ban...... That's what dilutes the horror.

Fear of power......

No......

Reverence for power...... It should be the first step in life that every weak person needs to face.

Kaft never felt that he was afraid of all the wicked, but he was in awe of the mighty.

Ameuseas is something he can't deal with as a kraft...... He was bound to have to step back.

He bore the brunt of jumping off the roof, and it was only necessary to hold them back.

The first to die is not a wise weakling......

"Don't worry...... I'm really not interested in killing you......" Ametheas waved her hand and returned to her usual state, she now looked like a woman who had made a joke on her friends.

"That kid is the reincarnation of a god from the old world, we must kill him while he is still weak......"

Ameuseas touched his hair and threw it back to his head.

"Otherwise, this world will be destroyed very quickly~ Don't you know?"

What?

Kaft looked at Amutheas, who was full of confidence in the know, her eyes were bright and scary, and she didn't look like she was joking at all......

The chatter in front of him mocks Kaft's weakness mercilessly...... And now, she's really serious about it.

"Maybe you don't have the right to know about it...... Maybe I'll tell you, you'll think I'm crazy too, I never mind what you think, Hatulin is a complete ......"

She spat out the letter as if she were ejaculating.

"Maniac~"

She laughed: "Hahahaha~ I'm going to kill a god~ In the past~ I can't imagine it~"

She licked her sharp fingers again. The bones of her middle finger slowly protruded from the cracks in the skin, and the bones of those knuckles were like a connected blade, between white and black, pushing each other, and slowly collapsing, the open skin slowly closed, and her tongue slowly spit out from her mouth, and saw the tongue hook the corner of her mouth.

"God-killing...... What a ...... A majestic ...... Kill~"

Kaft suddenly calmed down, for he didn't know what Ametheas was talking about...... He vaguely knew that Ameuteas was going to kill a special child...... The kid was in Wentishire......

Who...... Will it be the old gods of yesteryear......

Trigger the destruction of the world......

This is a super unfold of what has never been heard before.

Storytelling?

Still is...... Authentic?

No wonder Amutheas didn't care about Kaft at all, she needed to leave her strength and magic to kill whoever she wanted to kill, even if she could kill Kafft, but Kraft would naturally resist, and it wasn't enough for her to kill herself at once......

She needed enough magic to kill the old god......

"Killing ......"

Kaft repeated the last note of Ameuseas.

"Yes, I'm going to kill him but him...... A lot of people ...... They are weak...... I just need to pay a little attention...... They will die without a place to bury......"

Ameuseas waved his hand again.

"I'm not kidding...... So, tell you about the old dragon...... In fact, his death is approaching, and he can't get out of it. ”

"Kill...... Ah~"

Amutheas licked her lips, as if there was blood somewhere, and she was licking her lips...... Sweet and tasty.

"Why are you telling me this?"

Kaft straightened up.

"Because, you are also a pawn."

"He" had been silent, but at this time he had really spoken; "All the pieces are starting to work...... You are no exception. ”

"Me?"

Kaft didn't understand what he had done, he had become someone else's pawn, and to be honest, he had been in Wenti for the past few years, but he hadn't done anything...... How to become a pawn...... Or what kind of pawn it became. He didn't understand.

"Right...... You are also a pawn...... Most people in this world are pawns...... And it makes no sense. There are just a few that have played a key role, and you should be honored to be one of them......"

In "his" eyes, Kaft's hands trembled a little.

He doesn't feel like he's a pawn......

And it's a key chess piece......

He only felt that he was calmer, but he was able to accept it all.

Muddleheaded.

What and what......

God......

The word...... What does that mean exactly?

The Duchy of Arlan does not allow the worship of gods.

Because the founder of the Duchy of Arran snatched the kingship of the world from the hands of the Son of God. He no longer worships gods, and magic does not come from gods, but from the power of words.

Even the worship in the church has always been a mother who helps the world.

The Duchy of Arlan never worshipped gods, but it still had them.

Flando, the name, is the inheritance of the god of time and space......

It is in charge of time, but it is also passed down from generation to generation.

Now, it's Flandall VI......

Other than that, no one who claims to be a god has ever appeared...... Or has it broken through the mortal body......

Become a god......

The weak have no ...... Right to information......

There is simply no power to seek truth from facts......

Covert conspiracy theories run rampant in this world......

"He" glared at Kaft with his eyes.

"You...... It will definitely become a key pawn...... Because you're too ...... Want...... Possess...... The power of going back in time...... Right......"

It was as if Kaft had been seen through his chest.

"You...... Who is it? ”

"I~"

He shook his head.

"It doesn't matter who I am...... You don't need to know anyway......"

"At least that's how the chess pieces are."

He emphasized.

"Do you think the chess pieces know the existence of the chess players, and they can change their minds to which moves?"

He laughed a little, too.

"Hah...... They will only fear the presence of chess players...... Because the death of the pawn is just a player's choice......"

In order to win the game, players will selectively sacrifice a portion of their pieces to save the situation......

Or even for the sake of victory, discarding, some faithful pawns......

If you want to win, sacrifice ...... I'm ......

The selfless dedication of the chess pieces...... Chess players simply don't care......

In other words, they will only cry twice for it, but they will not be able to get the end of the chess piece......

"Ah...... You pawns...... It's boring......"

He sighed: "But to be honest, I can give you a little confidence......"

Get back the love of your life.

In fact, everyone has a lover......

But why is your lover more important than my lover......