In the dark, decaying air, the sound of freezing sounded. In this hall, there are not only two people, the general and Motriti, who are surrounded by darkness in all corners, and there are countless scorching eyes.

It seems to be a hell of fire.

In the northern territory of the White Bone Empire, south of the Wraith Throne that is still under construction, the buildings of the Dire Grand Alliance look pale and cold even during the day.

It is a castle made of white bones.

"Ah......h

The extremely cold undead energy sprouted spikes like rose branches, piercing through the armor's protection and into Motriti's body. The bright red blood that flowed out only spread a small distance before it was frozen in this energy, condensed forever.

Motriti slowly turned into an ice sculpture, and the only thing that could move was the area above the neck.

The general walked down towards Motriti.

Cold fingers grabbed Motriti's chin and made her look up.

Even at such close range, Motriti couldn't really see the face of her superior, except for a pair of eyes that showed blue dots of light, as if they were forever shrouded in a black mist.

"An important person who has the latest information about our major alliances, and you just let him go?" the general's muffled voice exploded in Motriti's ears, "You still plan to escort him back to Sunny Snow City, are you?"

It was so cold, so cold that it even paralyzed the pain, and Motriti trembled instinctively, but she was frozen in ice, and she couldn't even move a millimeter.

This was the first time Motriti had experienced defeat. As an Assassin in the Veil of the Original Phantom, there is no room for failure, and failure means death.

The cold kept her awake. She began to calculate the gains and losses.

Since coming to this place known as the Dire Alliance and gaining the power of the Black Emperor's Scepter, Motrite can escape almost any time of crisis.

For example, she can now use this power to escape the General's control and escape.

But the Dire Alliance Skynet is restored, and she can't be one of them. If you can hide from the first day of junior high school, you can't hide from the fifteenth, what is the difference between the result and a useless escape.

"General, the goal is not to act alone, I have their intelligence. Eventually, Motriti put aside all thoughts of escape and regained her composure.

The blue eyes narrowed slightly, and the general's hand swung to his side, and the ice dissipated," he said. ”

The intense pain suddenly spread to her whole body, and Motriti gritted her teeth, but finally couldn't hold it up, and knelt down in pain.

The ice melted, nothing was left to block the wound, and Motriti was bleeding profusely.

I heard that Motriti had only heard that this maverick undead knight Abaddon from the Sacred Pool of the Mist could torture people far more skillfully than she herself had endured this time.

Motriti swore she wouldn't face it a second time.

"When I found the target, there were three people around the target. Two of them are Radiant Contractors. Motriti continued, "One is a fire wizard, and the other is a ......."

Motrite remembered the man who had rushed diagonally between her and Gondor that day.

Obviously I haven't seen it, but it always gives her a familiar feeling.

The enemy with the blazing white sword left her with only one message, one that would be imprinted in her mind as a ruin-bound contractor.

Refraction.

If what she was told in her mind was true, if the enemy really wanted to kill her, she might not be able to hurt the enemy at all, and she would have been killed first, right?

But that day, the enemy never attacked her.

Why......?

"You've got magic immunity, just a mage, don't be afraid. Abaddon asked, "And another, what is it?"

Motriti came back to her senses, "There's also a magic swordsman who can withstand damage. ”

Hearing this, the Demon Swordsman, that is, the swordsman who knows magic, Abaddon smiled coldly, and said that he himself seemed to fit Motriti's description exactly.

"So a magic swordsman will make you fail your mission?"

"Yes, the Demon Swordsman is very protective of his target......"

"Rubbish!"

It was as if the air was cold every time Abaddon was angry, and the roar that shook the temple had not yet subsided, and the ground had begun to frost.

"Why don't you kill them all, don't tell me you're still living up to your stupid creed!"

Unfortunately, what Abaddon said was that this failure was entirely due to a habit that Motridy had developed over the years.

All along, Motriti has used meditation to determine the target of the assassination, an ability given to them by the Veil of the Phantom. It's not so much about ability as it is about terms. Only by meditating and killing can they gain stronger strength and embark on the path of the strong, this is their rule.

Therefore, if you are not the target, Motriti will not kill.

Because Abaddon said that, Motrite lowered his head, and Abaddon knew he was on point.

"Forget? Not only do you have a pact with the Dire Ruins, but also me, everyone in our Grand Alliance. ”

"Didn't you kneel before me and beg me at the beginning, saying that you would do anything as long as the major leagues helped you get rid of everyone in the Veil of the Phantom?"

Motriti took a breath and never exhaled.

It's not because the Dire Alliance wants to clean up the Veil of Phantoms. Motriti didn't have any nostalgia for the Phantom Veil, what she cared about was her dignity, and Abaddon shook her most disgraceful thing out in front of so many people.

A person can't have two contracts at the same time, and joining the Dire Alliance means that Motridi can no longer follow the principles of the Phantom Veil.

Those who violate the principles of the Veil of the Phantom will be hunted down to prevent the secrets of the organization from being revealed.

The contract between Motrite and the Dire Ruins was something she wasn't even aware of, or was it a "good Samaritan" in the Grand League who reminded her.

Is it free to break free from the grip of the Veil of Shadows?, Motriti doesn't think so.

This is far from being uninhibited.

"I'll give you one last chance. This time, I'm allowing you to bring someone with you on the mission, but the requirements have changed. ”

"I don't care if I lose the assassination contract, you have to kill all three Radiant contractors to complete the mission. ”

The three of them were in a dilemma, not because of the difficulty, but because she always felt that the magic swordsman was not the person she should kill.

I always feel like I've seen it before.

Maybe not in reality, maybe in meditation.

Motriti suddenly remembered that once, the results of her meditation were different from any previous ones, and the meditation told her not to assassinate the target, but to ...... Destined people.

What does it mean to have a fateful person?

But this situation is so special, how can you forget? Motriti really remembers that destined person! She is a human being, not an elf with a pair of long ears!

"Are you listening to me?"

"Yes. ”

Motriti bowed and retreated, her thoughts still unclear, but the important thing now was to find someone to accompany her on the mission.

Leaving this cold and gloomy place, even if you see the light of the day again, you can't feel a trace of warmth.

Who to look for? The first person that came to Motriti's mind, she was the first to veto.

Mercury, though only a ghost in the form of energy, Motrite still sees her as a sister. Mercury takes good care of her in the major leagues and will accompany her when there are no missions, so good that he is like a shadow of her.

Because she was dealing with Radiant's people, every time she acted, she might die, and she didn't want Mercury to die.

But apart from Mercury, she had no reasonable intersections with anyone else, some only knew a name, and some had never even met in person.

Unconsciously, Motriti forgot where she had gone, and had been walking in the major leagues anyway, only remembering that she was walking in the direction of going upstairs, because the place where Abaddon was located was dozens of meters underground.

"You look confused, are you sleepwalking?"

A girl leaned against a pillar made of bone, with no expression on her face, leisurely fiddling with the Gothic petal hairpin in her hair, looking up at Motriti.

But she doesn't feel like a normal girl at all, but like a lifeless puppet doll.

"Mengmeng?" Motriti asked tentatively.

"I hate it when you call me that. The girl who was called Mengmeng still had no expression, and she got up faintly and floated towards Motriti.

Only then did Motriti realize that under Mengmeng's Lolita puffy lace skirt, there were no feet.

"I am Atropos Benny Elemento! I have the blood of Nitasha, the goddess of the night, in my veins! How can you call me by such a vulgar name?" Mengmeng's eyes suddenly lit up purple, and for a moment, Motriti saw what scares her the most in her nightmare.

Mengmeng's eyes returned to normal in just a moment, and Motriti thought to herself, who would remember your name for such a long time.

Ignoring Mengmeng's anger, Motriti said to herself, "Do you want to go out and play?"

At the same time, Motriti's heart has confirmed this candidate, and her powerful nightmare control can do her a great favor.

In Mengmeng's expressionless purple pupils, there was a trace of light that was not easy to detect.

"Get out...... Where are you going?" asked Mengmeng, tilting her head numbly.

Motriti felt that Mengmeng's speed was really slow, of course, this was without any crisis. Motriti grabbed Mengmeng's arm and jumped out of the open window on the side.

"Ah......h

If this is a drama, Mengmeng speaks like reading lines, even if it is an exclamation, it is like a person practicing words with a blank face.

"You, want, take, me, go, where, in?"

Mengmeng's hair was dancing wildly in the wind, her expression was still calm, and she didn't blink her eyes.

"Kill!" Motriti replied impatiently.