"What?, the Duke is dead?" On the rooftop of Neptune's most luxurious inn, the Admiral looked down at the boiling city of Neptune, his face gloomy and solemn in the light of the blizzard.

"Yes, the news that has just come from within the [Angel] Legion is absolutely true. Next to him was Diami in the [Slayer] uniform, and the faint anxiety could still be heard in the voice coming from under the black iron mask.

"No wonder this ominous feeling has been enveloping the city, the violent soul power fluctuation just now is also caused by the duke and the murderer, what a terrifying power......" After a short silence, the admiral opened his mouth lightly and continued to ask, under the wind-blown hair, a pair of deep eyes were shrouded in a layer of haze, "It's just that who is this person who can kill the duke?"

"The murderer is wearing the Slayer's signature costume, black armor, red cloak, and black iron mask!" Diami took a heavy breath, as if it had been a violent mental struggle, before he could tell the full message he had heard a moment ago, "Rumors in the [Angelic] Legion that one of us had assassinated the Duke. ”

"The murderer is the [Slaughterer]?" the admiral turned his head slightly, his surprised gaze fell on Diami behind him, the wind blew his black robes, the hunting sound, and the statue-like powerful body stirred up a frenzied and uneasy aura, "It's ridiculous! If I'm not mistaken, the Duke's combat power is at the peak of the A-rank, and the fluctuations of Fang Cai's soul power are clear to you and me at a glance, not to mention the [Slaughterer] Even if there are only a few strong people in the world today who can withstand this kind of attack head-on, let alone kill the duke?"

"Is there really something strange, I think someone is deliberately trying to blame us?" Diami nodded, and suddenly felt the sharp gaze shrouded in the dim light in front of him, and a palpitating sense of oppression swelled silently, mixed with the wanton roaring blizzard, and actually gave birth to a suffocating illusion, Diami quickly looked away and lowered his head to gasp for a few breaths, before cautiously asking, "So...... What do we do next?"

"Do you think Tron Cesliya is really dead like that?" the Admiral's gaze fell back on the snowstorm city in the distance, a look of uncertainty on his face.

"Subordinate...... The subordinates don't know. Diami hesitated, not knowing how to answer the question, he vaguely felt that this incomparably familiar boss had gradually diffused a strange and dangerous aura after arriving in this cold city, and he did not know whether this dangerous aura was aimed at him or the increasingly complicated situation itself.

"Then do you know why the Emperor sent us to the city of Neptune at this juncture?" the Admiral's voice came from the front again in a low voice, with an indescribable heaviness in the wind.

"Is the Emperor worried that the United Empire of Bacdad will suddenly turn against Neptune?" replied Diami softly, a little apprehensively.

"It's just a pretense of boredom. The Admiral sighed lowly, and there was a bit of gloom in his tone, "The Emperor never really cared about the Bacda Empire, and he never worried about the fall of Neptune, there is only one reason why he sent us here......"

"What is the reason?" Diami blurted out as if he was about to peek into the most tempting secret.

"Find out the traitors. The admiral's sigh-like voice came from the wind and snow, "No mercy!"

"Rebel...... Traitor?" Diami's throat suddenly tightened, and a layer of cold sweat oozed from his face behind the black iron mask for no reason, "Who?

"I'll know soon......," the admiral said quietly, as if talking to himself, his eyes gradually brightening under the chaotic night, with a cold mist-like aura of murder.

His pupils reflected a dense crowd of soldiers, like soldiers who smelled the breath of prey surging from all directions......

There was a sharp wind whistling in my ears, like the high-frequency and high-pitched noise of countless pieces of hard metal rubbing against each other, and in those noises were mixed with dense drum beats, from far and near, dull and hurried rolling from the darkness, like an approaching storm.

Colonel Tashura lowered his eyes and sat silently on the steel chariot, his short gray hair tossed by the wind, and his thick eyebrows stained with a lot of white snow chips, which added a little vigor to his wrinkled face, he took out a box of cigarettes from the inner pocket of his white military uniform, skillfully smoked a cigarette, and then took it in his mouth, and began to swallow the clouds, passing the last bit of boredom before the storm.

He knew very well that the dense drumbeats that were getting closer and closer were actually the assembled [Angel] legions, and except for a few soldiers in charge of reconnaissance and communications, almost all the [Angel] soldiers in the entire military fortress were on their way here.

Dispatch all the soldiers in Neptune to encircle the Slaughterer's inn! This order was given by him himself not long ago, because the enemy they were facing tonight was the Slaughterer, who was known as one of the two most powerful legions in the history of Osland.

It is a group of ghosts wandering in the darkness, they are the most terrifying assassination group in the whole Oslan and even the entire Titan continent, they are like evil deaths, taking away lives silently, leaving no trace, they can easily cross thousands of troops and horses to take the head of the enemy general, or they can bloom one after another bewitching blood-colored lotus flowers in the crowd with a hellish and terrifying atmosphere, they subvert the battlefield, reverse the victory and defeat, leaving only the terrifying back, one after another distant and true terrible legends are widely spread in later generations。

Therefore, for the [Angels], this battle must be done with all their strength and without reservation, it is very likely that the enemy they are about to face is the most terrifying and weird one of the all, and hiding their strength is tantamount to asking for their own death.

The most surprising thing is that the two sides of this-for-tat confrontation turned out to be legions serving the Oslan Empire, originally for the [Angel], the arrival of the [Slayer] was obviously a spear-like golden backup, but tonight this spear turned the spear to himself, and even took the life of the Supreme Commander of the [Angel], and a conspiracy hidden in the fog gradually surfaced under the snowstorm rolling night......

However, the intricate clues are intertwined with each other, like an incomprehensible mess, and the mysteries form a huge and dense cobweb, and the predator in the center of the cobweb has long been hidden in the darkness, and the hideous and greedy face has a strange sneer in the shadows, looking coldly at the prey that is about to be caught......

The howling storm between heaven and earth gradually stopped with the dense drumbeat, and the huge silence pressed from the thick and deep darkness in the distance, caged Neptune into a hideous and oppressive atmosphere, without the howling wind and snow, such a pure black night made people feel even more frightened and helpless, as if there were countless terrible ghosts hidden in the silent darkness around them, quietly ready to wait for the opportunity to move.

"This is ......" Diami's voice trembled a little, even though the night was as heavy as ink, but without the cover of the violent snowstorm, he naturally saw that the four sides of the post station were full of dense [angel] soldiers, their silver armor was still faintly flashing in the dark night with a palpitating cold light, "[Angel] legion......? Do they really want to encircle the Slayer here?"

"Encirclement and suppression of the [Slaughterer]? It's just a group of rabble, and they can't even trap us, how can they encircle and suppress us?" the Admiral snorted coldly from his nose and turned to Diami, "That guy's purpose is just to contain us!"

"Holding us back?" Diami asked distractedly.

"Yes, what does it mean to contain both the Angel and the Slayer?" the Admiral's deep voice was like a thunderbolt, piercing through the foggy haze, "This traitor is very clever, and instead of causing trouble to the intervention of the [Slayer], we have taken advantage of it, and we are negligent......"

"Traitor...... Diami suddenly realized, his eyes revealing deep horror, "Could it be that his purpose is to ......?"

"You guessed it right, I don't know why he did it yet, but it's clear that he's in collusion with the enemy, but there's one thing I still don't understand. The admiral groaned slightly, his eyes complicated, "Who killed a strong man like Duke Seslia, and he died in his own [Angel] legion base camp, together with the time of death, it has to be a little too strange?"

"Could it be that the traitor is ......" Diami vaguely guessed what the admiral was thinking, but he still didn't dare to say such a ridiculous idea.

"Okay, there is not much time left for us, random speculation will not solve the problem, here I will attract their attention, you take the opportunity to leave, the task of whether the duke is alive or dead will be left to you to investigate, if you want to clear the charge of the [slaughterer], you can only start from the duke. The admiral patted Diami on the shoulder and looked at the cold black iron mask in front of him with a solemn expression, "Don't make a mistake! Also, pass on my order, all [slaughterers] must not act rashly, and if you provoke the infighting between the two major armies, you will fall into the hands of the enemy." ”

"Yes! Subordinate command!" Diami groaned slightly, and bowed down to receive the order, but he didn't know what kind of expression the face hidden under the cold mask would be at this moment?