"What's wrong with him?"

An assassin wrapped in a pitch-black bodysuit asked tentatively, as Revent curled up in front of him, holding his head and shaking.

The act of insignificance caused several Assassins who were sure to stop the pursuit for a while, though they were ready to sacrifice themselves for the mission at any time.

But the most precious thing about living things is still life, and no one wants to lose their lives by the counterattack of their prey at the last moment, after all, they only earn gold coins for a better life, not to take them to the grave.

"I don't know! But it's not like a panic breakdown, be careful! ”

The voice seemed to be close to middle age, with a kind of low hoarseness. The all-silver dagger in his hand had turned black because of the poison, but he had cut through the target's skin countless times, and he was still alive in the end, which made him feel that the poison he had worked so hard to get was like a joke.

The dagger spun dazzlingly in his hand, and he and the assassin began to slowly approach.

Five meters, the target still trembling on the ground without any response, the assassin swallowed a nervous breath, the handle of the dagger in his hand looked a little damp from absorbing sweat.

Three meters, still without any movement, the assassin's tightened heart relaxed slightly, and quietly exhaled exhaust gas, but the dagger in his hand was held tighter.

One meter, the assassin even saw the target's snow-white throat, without any defense, and soon bloomed with brilliant blood under his own weapon.

He even licked his pale tongue at his lips covered by the cloth, which seemed to have a faint smell of blood.

Quietly raised his hand, followed by a thunderous blow.

"Come back!"

Suddenly, the sound of Cagard's bombing sound sounded behind him, with irrepressible anxiety. This calm and perverted guy clearly revealed his emotions in words for the first time.

But it was still a little late, and the assassin's dagger had been irreversibly stabbed.

In an instant, the ground was still a quiet and trembling target, and the head in his arms suddenly rose violently, with dark eyes and red pupils.

What haunts me is the horror and coldness that penetrates the bones, and I want to have a bottomless spiral nest that involves people's souls.

Before the Assassin could recover from the eyes, the wrist holding the dagger snapped backwards in an almost impossible direction, and then the surrounding scenery reversed in a chaotic way, and he was thrown into the sky without resistance.

"Damn it!"

The moment Cagaldregrett raised his head, he cursed in a low voice, an unprecedented dangerous aura enveloped him, making him even feel that he would lose his life at any time, which was a depressing aura that even the original high-level sword saint could not give.

As soon as his steps were wrong, his whole body twisted incredibly along with the blowing wind, as if passing through the gap in the wind, and instantly appeared in front of Revent.

The long thorn in his hand has stabbed upwards like a poisonous snake.

But at that moment, the shadow of the target had been lost in front of him, and the assassin who was walking in the darkness to kill the ability directly suppressed his horror, and the long black thorn slashed through a burst of thunder, directly winding around his body, blowing the surrounding airflow for a while.

There was a faint thud, and Rayve's shadow seemed to flash in front of him, and his body moved forward in a strange backward way, carrying a breeze directly past Cagard's side.

Then he appeared in front of the falling assassin, his dark eyes opened as if they were cracked, and the muttering of madness that had been suppressed all his life sounded faintly in the assassin's ears.

Then a pale white glow flashed on Thunder's hand, and it suddenly disappeared directly in front of the flesh's eyes, and a dull blow sounded from the falling assassin at the same time, followed by a tooth-aching bone popping and flesh tearing sound.

Local Acceleration Surgery!!

Cagald's eyes blinked uneasily, it was just a low-level magic used by a junior third-level magician, and it was indeed praised for a while when it was studied, but in the end, it was tragically confirmed that it could only be applied to itself, and most magicians' weak bodies used this magic was tantamount to direct suicide, so it was naturally shelved as an academic argument.

Cagard had assassinated countless powerful archmages, and he had tried and tried all kinds of terrifying magic, but today he realized that a small elementary magic could give him such fear.

Countless scarlet blood spilled into the sky like water spilled out, and the assassin was directly split in two from the middle, and the messy body fell weakly to the ground, and the red Thunder Pattern that was stained with blood behind it fell.

The cracks in his right hand and legs from the forced acceleration opened like a baby's mouth, revealing the bright red muscle fibers inside.

But he stretched out his hands casually, opened his mouth greedily, and swallowed the rain of blood dripping in the sky.

In this picture, Kagalde, who sees killing as instinct, is tingling in the scalp.

"All look at what to do! Kill him! ”

Cagard whispered to the three Assassins behind him who were distracted by the situation in front of him, and the Assassin who had approached Revente together because he was one step behind and had recovered his life was already lying directly on the ground.

After hearing Cagard's shouts, he stood up with trembling legs, and then gathered around him.

"Hey, what's wrong with him, just see those eyes, I..."

"Enough!"

Cagard shook the corners of his mouth and snapped the Assassin's words.

"No matter what happens, what we're going to do is kill the target! What are we for, who have given up our identity, glory, and status! ”

"Complete any of the tasks assigned above, my lord!"

With these words, several of the Assassins seemed to regain their courage, remembering their old vows and smiling faces away from their families, and their faces turned cold again.

Cagald nodded in satisfaction, and a faint sadness fell from his wiped eyes, and disappeared.

"All for the Empire!"

"For the Empire."

In an instant, the four figures disappeared into the darkness, and rushed towards the thunder veil who was still shaking greedily in the blood.

。。。。。。。。。。。。

And in that quaint gate, a deep cry suddenly and completely overwhelmed the other two voices, covering Revent's eardrums.

Killed!! Kill everything that exists!! So that you are the only king in the world!! Can have it all! It can save everything, too!

The monstrous sea of blood also began to roll like crazy with the shouting, engulfing his body in the blink of an eye, and in an instant, countless blood seemed to pour into his facial features, mixed with countless wails.

Completely engulfed the small spirit of Thunder Pattern!

Outside, his body also began to cooperate with the crazy howl, the sound of piercing the sky completely shook the dark clouds in the sky, the blood Yan Man was on the skin, and the inexplicable rune chains began to wrap around his body.

The pitch-black muscles pushed up and the skin swelled outside, and the appearance of the Thunder Pattern human had turned into a ball blown to the limit, and it would explode with a bang at some point!