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The smoke was thick and clods of earth rained down on Curt. He shook his head, barely able to catch focus from his swaying vision. Someone shouted and ran, and the sound sounded like it was coming from the distant sky. Curt pressed his hands to the ground, and the existing blood fell drop by drop. He raised his hand and wiped the corners of his eyebrows, a deep red.

That assassin was just a decoy!

Curt did not hesitate to activate the Mirror of the Mind and forcibly stabilize his mind. He looked at the ground that had been excavated and was still smoking, and suddenly realized that he had been ambushed with black powder. Judging by the depth of the earth that the explosion had turned up, the Assassin must have buried at least an entire barrel of black powder in the ground. They buried three batches of black powder in a row on the twenty-meter-long road, so much so that the carriage that followed behind also overturned one.

The carriage in which Curt was riding had been torn in half, and the place where Duke Henry was sitting had shattered into several pieces. Now Baron William was groaning in the wreckage of the carriage, his left leg pierced by a wooden strip, and his face was covered with specks of blood and stains.

Curt staggered a few steps away, knowing that things were far from over. The four sacrificial swords were affected by the explosion and were ejected. The surrounding houses also collapsed in the explosion, and a large amount of construction debris buried the three sacrificial swords. The only remaining sacrificial sword walked quickly back to Curt's side, and the Mithril plate armor on his body was dented, but fortunately it didn't matter.

With the help of the Sword of Sacrifice, Curt struggled to his feet. Nearby, a dozen cloaks disguised as weeds were thrown away, and an equal number of Assassins rose from the grass. They were too close to the center of the explosion and apparently didn't feel good. Compared to Curt's state, of course. They are still much better.

A wide variety of weapons were raised. Crossbows and swords of various sizes are included. The Assassins did not shout. Instead, it surrounded it silently but firmly. Under Curt's command, the Sword of Sacrifice gave up his defenses and strode out with a two-handed sword to meet the Assassin. Curt himself carried Yu Feng and leaned on the overturned carriage to meet the enemy.

Half of the Assassins rushed towards the sacrificial sword, scattering after dropping two corpses. The sacrificial sword was like a moving castle, unafraid of the Assassins. In a brief exchange, the arrows of the crossbow were richeted off one by one by the Mithril armor. The sword that passed over didn't touch the target yet. The invincible two-handed sword had already arrived first, directly cutting the person in half.

The Assassins then abandoned their intention to take down the sacrificial sword and turned their attention to their real target, Curt. At this time, Curt had activated a magic ring to bless himself with a reverse arrow spell. The Assassins were all knowledgeable people, so they threw away their crossbows and replaced them with melee weapons. The Sword of Sacrifice obviously couldn't stop everyone, and all he could do was suppress an entire area so that the Assassins couldn't surround and flank Curt.

Curt quickly took a few deep breaths to calm himself down. The tinnitus caused by the explosion continued. affects his sense of balance. Curt endured the discomfort and leaned into the carriage to raise his hands. He stared at the nearest Assassin. Posed as a pole sword.

Everything in the last life took only a few seconds in total, and it was a well-planned assassination operation. Curt managed to escape the deadliest explosion, but was in danger of being besieged and strangled. With the help of the Mirror of the Mind, Curt grasps the movements of all enemies in his line of sight in millimeters. He knew that he didn't need to resist for a long time, and in a dozen seconds at most, reinforcements would come. The problem is that there are too many things that can happen in these ten seconds.

In the next moment, Curt unleashed his sword with all his might. Two Assassins rushed forward, and under the influence of the Psychic Mirror, they lowered their bodies as if in slow motion. The blade sliced through the air under Curt's control, depressing the height slightly. The two assassins, leaning over to avoid the attack, stared at the blade, and surprise and horror gradually rose from their faces.

With a 'snort', the bloody arrow soared into the air. One of the assassins rolled to the ground clutching his severed throat, while the other staggered backwards with his face split in two. With the help of the Mirror of the Mind, Curt's high sword is incredibly accurate. As if he were cheating, he aimed his sword at the position where the Assassins were trying to dodge.

At the same time, more Assassins swarmed in. Curt had done his best in the first sword, and there was no way to immediately return the same second sword. This was a great opportunity for assassination, and the Assassins were confident that they would not miss a beat.

In the face of more enemies, Curt maintained the operation of the Mind Mirror, while retracting his right hand holding the sword and raising it high above the top. His left hand followed and he grasped the hilt of his sword. Curt exhaled sharply, inhaled, and then swung his sword down with a slash at the most advanced assassin.

There is nothing special about this sword, and its degree and power are far inferior to the previous extreme sword. The assassin turned sideways in time to avoid the blade with great skill. He smirked and slid forward, the scimitar in his hand already slashing at Curt's neck. As the blade fell, Curt's head leaned and fell as he did. From his point of view, there is no positive side to be seen.

The die is cast......

Several of the Assassins who followed closely behind them sighed secretly, and a relaxed expression appeared from behind their masks. Their weapons are coated with poison, and it is no exaggeration to see blood seal their throats. Out of an abundance of caution, they will slash Curt into pieces. But now...... As long as the accomplice's scimitar can cut through Curt's skin, they have the win.

In the next second, strange fluctuations spread through the air. The Assassin's eyes widened as he wielded his cutlass widened as the half-remaining carriage door suddenly opened, sweeping towards him like a heavy murder weapon. Caught off guard, the door panel slammed into the assassin's face, shattering the bones directly. The Assassin then lost his mind, rolled his eyes upward, and unconsciously let go of his grip on the knife. Then there was a 'bang', and countless pieces of shattered wood and pieces of wood flew out of the carriage and shot at the Assassins with bulging eyes like a splinter.

When the jagged screams rang out, Curt, who lowered his head, felt dizzy. The silver light in his eyes was exactly the fighting posture of the psionics with all their might. Just now, while maintaining the Mind Mirror, he instantly activated the level 4 Mind ability, Mind Remote Control. Telepathic control can move objects weighing dozens of kilograms in the air, in other words, just now, Curt was like using the greatest strength of an ordinary person to smash the carriage door in the face of the assassin.

In the blink of an eye, the Assassins caught up in the Storm of Broken Wood were all in flames. The power of the wood chips sent by the psychic force was not to be underestimated, enough to scuff and penetrate their skin. Exactly ten seconds had passed, and Curt had given it all he had, barely blocking the enemy. He was half-kneeling on the ground, and he didn't even have the strength to stand up.

"Hello - big - big - guts - !!"

The shouts were so loud and so fast that Curt didn't need to look to know that it was Lola who had made a move. Lola was sitting in the carriage behind her, choked by the explosion. Now she shot out angrily, leaving no room for anything. In the other direction, Adios also rushed back with a calm face. Earlier, he was swept up in a hurricane from the explosion and threw himself away in one go. Now I turn around and go back, and I am also full of anger.

The Assassins, baptized by the wood chips, were still in confusion and could not put up a decent resistance. Regardless of his injuries, one of the fierce men only thought of reluctantly rushing over and delivering a fatal blow to Curt. As a result, two dazzling pieces of sword light swept and staggered, bringing up blood flowers in the sky.

On the other hand, the sacrificial sword that defeated the enemy had cut in from the side, keeping Curt in the back. Even if Adios and Lola didn't make a move, the Assassins would have no chance. Figures surged through the wreckage of the nearby houses, and the three trapped sacrificial swords each moved away from the masonry and wooden beams to their feet. They walked briskly to the carriage, forming a second line of defense in a triangle. In this way, even if there were fifty more Assassins, there would be no way to pose a threat.

Taking advantage of the fact that the scene was accused, Curt reached into his arms, held Lingrong, and recovered a little spiritual power from it. He then suppressed his dizziness and stood up to inspect the inside of the carriage. Baron William was nailed to his chair with a wooden bar through his thigh. He gritted his teeth, and his eyes cracked as he tried to pull the stick out. Opposite Baron William, Duke Henry leaned back in his chair, with a piece of wood stuck in his throat, and died in a pool of his own blood.

Curt's pupils narrowed suddenly, and he knew that countless things were about to happen. The only gain, the death of Duke Henry, proved that the instigator of this assassination could not have been King Gourant. Originally, Curt still had a 1/10,000 suspicion, worried that King Gurrant crossed the river and demolished the bridge in order to keep Princess Fran and sent someone to assassinate him.

At this point, Curt decided to take it one step at a time. He beckoned Prince Wren, who had rushed over, and asked Prince Wren to help Baron William get out. Then Coltra passed Adios, who had just put away his sword, and said hurriedly:

"Whatever you do, be sure to find out who is behind this. In return, I'll do my best to help Hidden Blade raise a king. ”

“...... I didn't intend to suffer a loss for no reason, so I won't pursue it. ”

Adios stared at Curt for a moment, and a rather menacing smile floated. He waved his hand, then turned and faded into the shadows. - Due to the explosion, Adios was unable to chase the archery assassin. Now the Assassin is gone, but Adios has absolute confidence that he will be able to pull him out.

Later, Kelly and Evelyn arrived under the protection of several knights, but they were not injured. Curt comforted the frightened two women as she planned what to do next. Duke Henry's death was enough to shake the whole of Otland, and at the same time ...... It is also a perfect excuse for war. (To be continued......)