"We're killers, we've never been madmen who fight for a living......" said Sheba Beater, still calmly. The mature and steady voice made his cold and murderous aura even more real.

Of course, although he said this, he would not run away from this battle, because dragging the opponent's highest combat power would also be of great help to their mission.

At least it won't turn into a purposeless scuffle.

Xiba walked with strange steps, seemingly slow, but left a series of afterimages that seemed to be real around the battlefield.

It's just that these afterimages were quickly pierced by Alcatel's magic bullet and disappeared into thin air.

Of course, Xiba's side didn't expect those afterimages to play much of a role, but just took this opportunity to deceive himself in front of Alcatel.

Those silver eyes still did not fluctuate, there was no smugness, no smile, and there was not even the murderous aura that should have existed, even if it was a fleeting small murderous aura, it did not leak a single bit.

'Perfect assassin. Kylelius said in his heart. Prior to this, he had also met several of the elite of the assassins.

Needless to say, Lucy and Roy are among the best among ordinary people, but the huge gap in rank and talent makes them incomparable to the man in front of them.

The only assassin who could be compared to him, and the only one that Kellius had ever seen before, was the one with whom he had a life-and-death pact.

The same amazing talent, the same cold and calm heart, let them be on the road of assassination. Go farther and faster than others from the beginning.

The only thing that doesn't compare to the man in front of me is probably the problem of age.

Kurol was too young.

As assassins, there is no shortage of geniuses who reach great heights at a young age, but the most important experience of assassins, they always lack. At least compared to the middle-aged man in front of him, that's the case.

Years of experience have made him know every part of his body and every trace of his spirit, and he can control it easily. Even the murderous aura that is usually not fully controlled. He was able to do it without showing a single trace in the heat of battle.

Such an assassin really cannot be described in any other word than perfect.

But no matter how perfect an assassin is, as long as his offensive methods are still limited to physical methods. Then it will never be possible to pose any deadly threat to Alcatel.

After all. That's the twelfth seat of the Council of Dead Apostles. Lord Alcatel Dracula, ruler of the River of Death.

For the Dead Apostles who were cursed by the First True Ancestor, the god of immortality and occult arts, Victor Nandor, with the eternal curse of the Solidified Time. Death has always been the most difficult thing to reach.

In their endless lives, most of the Dead Apostles will never meet the call of death, and a happy sleep is their eternal dream, and it will always be so far away.

So, even though Xiba's hands were already waving so that no one could see him, the splatters of blood and flesh did not diminish the maniacine laughter on the Dead Apostle's face in the slightest.

"It's useless, little ghost. Such an attack is useless to me!" a confident and playful voice spat out of Alcat's almost unrecognizable mouth, only to be extremely harsh and unpleasant because of the rupture and damage of the vocal cords and tongue and lips.

"......" Sheba didn't answer him in the slightest, just silently tearing apart the Dead Apostle's body, over and over again.

And soon, the useless work on Xiba's side soon began to play an unexpected role. Of course, it doesn't mean that these 'useless efforts' played any role in the battle between him and Alcatel, but relative to the overall battle situation.

On the battlefield on Kyleus's side, the siblings Toru and Akali are at a stalemate, and the strange stalemate continues on Sheba's side. But don't forget, among the people who beat the enemy Ke family this time, it was not only Xiba alone, but also his eldest son, the handsome man with long black hair, Yir Mi.

Taking advantage of Xiba to drag the most difficult person, Ilmi quietly approached Kylelius and the others, and the first of them was naturally the most threatening Kyleus, an extremely small and ordinary nail, which was silently thrown between the eyebrows of Kyleus.

Obviously, his purpose was obvious, to control, or at least kill, the magician of Kyrlius.

At the same time, of course, he did not forget to spill a nail at someone else with his other hand. It's just that compared to the one thrown at Kyleus, these undisguised nails are more like bait prepared to attract the attention of others.

Such an ordinary but effective method succeeded in diverting the attention of Cornelia and the others, but the always cautious Kellius seemed to have taken precautions against it.

Just as the nails were about to reach the door in front of him, a massive wall of steel suddenly rose from the ground and blocked Kylelius.

Even if it is infused with a huge amount of magic, a nail is always a nail, no matter how good the material is, no matter how much magic there is, its own shape determines that it is impossible to pass through a thick metal wall.

With a clear "flutter", the nail sank deep into the wall, but it did not penetrate from the other side, but only stuck inside.

"Do you think I'm going to be defenseless against you when I saw Akali just now?, even though you're a legendary stalker, don't look down on people!" shouted Kyleus.

At the same time, a magic spell that was completed almost at the same time instantly enveloped Ilmi and the large land around him.

Kylelius knew that an assassin of this level would never have any good effect with a small range of man-to-person magic.

No matter how powerful it is, it's useless to miss someone, and as the most agile and fastest-moving class among the professionals, the Stalker's ability to dodge against people is outrageous.

So without much thought, Kyrlius directly sent out a range of 'acid breath', attacking the expressionless Ilfan.

Unfortunately, despite the good idea, Kyrlius' magic tricks still didn't work as expected.

As the acid mist cleared, the ground that had been attacked became potholed and lifeless, but there was no one who mattered most.

"Although you are very cautious, the gap in strength cannot be bridged by prudence, dear Lord Bishop......" The soft voice of a gentle maiden suddenly sounded in the ears of Kellius. (To be continued......)