[Damn the hell place.] 】

A hooded cloak that was deep up to the eyebrows covered most of his face, and a somewhat blurred outline of his chin in the morning light outlined the corners of his mask-like expressionless face. The guy who had almost buried his whole body in a black cloak seemed to have some kind of atmosphere that was out of place with the forest. Whether it is the dress or the temperament, the incompatibility between the morning woods scenery full of refreshing sunshine and air and the guy who only does darkless work at night is unusually dazzling.

However, compared to the task on the shoulder, this problem of adaptation of the atmosphere is nothing more than a trivial matter that can be kicked aside and ignored.

When I think of that mission...... The hand under the black cloak immediately subconsciously pressed his abdomen, and the heaviness that continued to accumulate in his stomach pouch made him feel like an old man who was overworked and was about to go home for dinner and wait for death.

- [Wipe out the target at any cost, and remove the characters who come into contact with the target.] 】

The employer's brain was almost torn to the point of madness by the gold that was still buried in the ground. It's true that these people are first-class killers, but they are by no means legends with a 100% mission completion rate! Clash again with guys who don't know how to kill the whole team of killers in seconds? Three-year-olds know the outcome of victory and defeat.

Total extinction - only total extinction, except for total extinction or total extinction.

No one would have believed that a dozen physically and mentally exhausted, demoralized killer assassins would be able to take down a powerful opponent of unknown entity with a desperate and desperate blow. Even the first few waves of companions who had already entered the belly of the scavenging beast were resurrected and joined the warband would not be able to accomplish such a difficult feat, and at most they would only be able to lie down again.

If he had had had the opportunity to sing this defeatist rhetoric in front of his employer, and God would have seen him speak well enough, or if his employer's mind had suddenly turned, maybe there would have been some albums, but for now......

Foul language, neighing horses, metal clashes...... It was as if a noise of the world had been collected from all corners of the world, and then the noise mixed and stirred up continued to swell behind the black cloak.

"Chief, the knights have finally gotten up. ”

A little slower than the noise, the deputy's sneer came into his ears, his body's bulging muscles dotted with scars of varying lengths and shades, and his raunchy beard resembled a bush. The man who looked like a bandit more than an assassin didn't seem to be in a good mood, and it seemed that spitting or booing at those [companions] was more in line with his thoughts and actions at the moment.

The cavalry under the command of Count Argentoratum and the Knights of the Church, a joint search party of 500 cavalry, had successfully joined the killers the previous evening.

- [There is no obstacle that they can't break.] 】

The last sentence of the count's order is so sure that it gives a glimpse of the count's confidence in these warriors, and the hideous smile that implies a mortal threat can also be glimpsed by the black cloak.

The 500 cavalry is indeed a force to be reckoned with, lacking fortresses and terrain such as mountains and forests that can be used to rely on it. It is an absolute nightmare for a target that is at an absolute disadvantage in numbers to encounter this force in the unconcealed plains, and the destructive power of the high-speed impact can indeed be as literally as it is meant - [crush the enemy].

However, there is still a lack of consideration.

After receiving a secret order from their respective masters, this mixed army took a rapid march in order to be able to reach the designated position in time to intercept the target, and the knights accumulated considerable fatigue and resentment because of the night rush. On the way, the frictions and contradictions that had accumulated over the years were restrained by the efforts of the two commanders, and they only flashed in the dark night like sparks in the form of invective, and did not develop into a bloody mutinous fight. However, if these knights did not rest in time for last night, but continued on their way, would the two commanders be able to maintain this [harmonious] atmosphere...... Probably only the Almighty Marfa knows. In any case, the reinforcements who rushed to the edge of the forest to stand by had already suffered a considerable loss of morale, and it was difficult to launch an attack on the target in a complete state. ...,

It was also a big problem to have these killers work with the knights, and even if the work content was the same, there was a huge difference in the way they acted.

The difference between the openness and concealment of the mode of action is not only reflected in the bright appearance of the dress, but also in the tactics, equipment, behavior and ideology. Bringing together knights and gentlemen who like to fight head-to-head and fight regularly with killers who mingle with the crowd and wield daggers and fiddle with poison in the dark - even gathering the wise men of the entire Charlemagne kingdom will take years of time and energy to complete the initial stages of this great undertaking.

In reality, no one has ever tried this before. I don't think anyone wants to try to reconcile these two groups of people who resist each other like oil and water, and are full of insults and contempt for each other, and staying away from this gunpowder-filled group is the right choice.

The above is a portrayal of the current situation of one's own side - the group of people who have gathered together for the sake of overwhelming and crushing the target with numerical superiority, and who have their own positions and intentions, is this virtue.

What is the current situation of the target?

Shaking off the heavy pressure of wanting to sigh, the unfocused, cloudy white left eye under the brim of the hat closed the upper eyelid, and a completely different scenery appeared in my mind, a scene of the forest from above.

The power gained by disobeying the Marfa faith is helping the man to spy on the movements of his opponents.

In addition to the doctrine preached by the Mafa Holy Church, which prohibits believers from committing suicide and mutilating the flesh given by the Mother God, the high failure rate and even mortality rate of the transformation operation is also the main reason for the discouragement of those who are thirsty for strength and carefully calculate the cost.

The black-cloaked man underwent this suspicious physical modification out of his own volition and out of necessity for his work. Tong guò pays the left eye as a [price], so that a qiē within the sight of the demon goshawk will be transmitted into the brain marrow and painted into an image. With this [EagleEye] extensive search and reconnaissance ability, he successfully commanded the killers to avoid traps and sentinels, and successfully sent daggers into the hearts of their prey again and again, almost never missing.

Eagle Eye's vision at this moment was not as vast as the entire forest, and a bumpy carriage on the forest path occupied the entire field of vision.

Of course, no one could repair the road in such an inaccessible place, and the only path was a dirt road carved out by the trampling of beasts and people, and the old horse-drawn carriage, which looked a little old, always maintained a certain speed and did not fall apart in this road condition that could tear people apart, which really made people feel the superb skill of the driver and the stubbornness of the old carriage.

An ordinary merchant wagon, a low-hanging fruit.

――If you were a person in the industry, most of them would laugh and think like this when they saw such a view, right?

Including the previous self, the guys who have never experienced the heavy setbacks brought by the actual situation are so easy to slack.

Now that I have experienced it more than once, not to mention relaxation, even the calm may not be as sufficient as the expression of losing life.

In order to silence the target forever, he carefully organized two sniping kills, but the result was only to send those capable subordinates to the point of no return. After paying the costly bloody tuition, the seed called "Fear" was harvested, deeply rooted in the hearts of the killers, who were destined to face the teenager again and all these days.

"It's so easy. ”

There was a hint of relief in the low exclamation, and from the perspective of the air, the speed of the carriage was more apt than a pure outing. Several passengers on the bus did not have a hint of preparation, and seemed to be still chatting, as for the content, there is no way to know. ...,

[Haven't been aware of the action on our side, so don't you feel any tension?]

Coming up with an optimistic and reassuring judgment, the tense nerves were somewhat soothed, and the opponent's sluggishness and underestimation of the enemy invisibly made the next surprise attack more certain.

It's just that...... What's going on with this faintly agitated suffocation and anxiety?

While pondering this unspeakable uneasiness, the carriage stopped moving near the edge of the forest, and the young man jumped from the carriage to the ground, and removed the headband from his forehead, and after this inconspicuous gesture, the man peeping from the height opened his mouth in surprise.

"Black...... Black hair?"

The surprise blurted out by the leader caused a small commotion among his subordinates, who were half a beat slower to react, and something too rare would always be a topic of conversation among curious and intelligent races, regardless of regional race.

It's just that these people are not countrymen or small citizens who have endless chatter, and after a little chaos, they immediately switch back to a waitby state with bated breath.

The leader, who turned his back to his good men, fell into silent silence again, motionless in the direction of the forest, like a statue covered by a dark curtain.

It's just like a statue, different from the empty shell of a dead thing created by the creator imitating something or a certain idea, under the black cloak is a living flesh and blood, and the biggest proof is that the body and limbs under the cloak cannot be seen by others, and they are shaking slightly.

The black-haired boy in the center of Hawkeye's vision turned his face sideways and smiled at the rude gaze.

black hair;

wheat-colored skin;

upright and delicate facial features;

red pupils;

――The condensation of the elements of the [abnormal] is smiling at him.

- The innocent forgets even the cruelty, just like the innocent expression of a child tormenting insects.

- A dangerous laugh that blurs the line between malice and goodwill.

"This guy ......"

The volume of the murmur in his mouth could not be in tune with the horror in his heart.

"Watching...... Me!"

The black cloak could no longer be used for concealment, and it trembled from the tip of the hat to the hem.

"Boss......?"

The subordinates' concerns were too distant, like voices from another country. The saliva was too heavy to swallow, and the cold sweat soaked through the underwear, and I couldn't move my eyes at all.

The young man, who had occupied all the horizons and obscured even the rest of the border, raised his ring finger and then his little finger from the middle finger, and then retracted it.

"Even this time...... Triple ......"

The twitching cheek muscles made the jaw tremble, the clenched lips were constantly leaking the sound of teeth crashing, unable to organize words, unable to receive the voices and movements of the subordinates around them, and the cold void completely isolated the killer leader from the surroundings.

The three erect fingers curled back again, and the fists were clenched across the boy's chest, with the inside facing outward. The thumb was straight towards the ground.

I can't understand the meaning of this gesture, this movement. But the sticky cold spread all over the body, the killing intent that overflowed the smile spread in all directions like a flood of water, and the birds and beasts that inhabited the forest let out terrifying screams of various tones and fled from their respective dwellings.

"-It's coming!!!!!!!!!"

The strength of the whole body rushed into the throat and tore out the wails of struggle, and the prelude to the beginning of the killing dance ended with this unhuman scream, and the bloody dance began at this moment.