Chapter 231 Assassination (Part 2)

The Faceless Man felt a chill all over his body, how...how is this possible?

She swallowed, and said in a low voice, "Are you kidding me, I'm Volte. [<(??"

It can't be such a coincidence that the other party just knows her. There are so many mercenaries in the camp, can she remember everyone's name?

Unexpectedly, there was a sneer from behind, "Really? I never knew that men can gather magic power. Either you are a witch who sneaked into the camp with ulterior motives, or you are an extremely rare wizard. But no matter which The answer cannot be the "Volt" you mentioned. Among the soldiers of the First Army, there is no such thing as you. "

This person...can see the power of demons? Aphra's heart had sunk to the bottom. She knew why she was discovered. There were more than four witches in the camp, and the woman behind her was also a witch, and possessed abilities similar to the Eye of Truth. In the magic scriptures of the church, it is recorded that such an ability is one of hundreds of derivative abilities, and it does not conflict with the main ability.

I didn't see anyone approaching around me, so...the other party's main ability is to hide their figure?

"Kneel down now, put your hands behind your back, and I can spare your life," she shouted, "Do as I say!"

The mercenaries were still fighting on the outside, and didn't notice the scene in the central open space, but the four witches by the bonfire had already noticed the abnormal situation here, and cast their gazes over, "What's the matter, Nightingale, what happened?" ?”

This was the last chance. Aphra realized that what she was good at was assassination rather than head-on combat. Especially without wearing the God's Stone of Retaliation, she didn't have an advantage in dealing with witches with all kinds of abilities. It's okay for the flying witch to run away, but the witch who can cure the plague must die here, otherwise she will pose a serious threat to the church's plan.

Of course, there is another possibility, that is, after killing the other party, she will not be able to escape. Thinking of this, she couldn't help but feel nervous, but soon turned into the church of Tan Ran. In order to unify the four kingdoms, she did her best to resist the devil from hell. There are many excellent fighters, if she can contribute to this goal, it is something to be proud of.

She believed that Heather would not forget herself, and that her name would also be included in future scriptures.

"Don't come here yet," the witch called Nightingale shouted behind her, "here"

At this moment, she was suddenly troubled, turned around and raised her elbow to hit the opponent's arm, while lowering her head to avoid the weapon piercing herself. It is impossible for anyone to concentrate fully when speaking, so she will hold her breath and say, It's what the trainer repeatedly taught her. On the contrary, if you want to escape or attack unprepared, it's best to take advantage of the other party's opening.

The mechanism hidden in the sleeve was also touched immediately, and a white powder was sprayed towards the back. This alchemy powder can release a lot of heat when it meets water. If it gets into the eyes or mouth, the opponent can lose the combat power instantly. Even if she was lucky enough not to inhale the powder, it was enough for her to be in a hurry for a while.

Then Aphra swooped towards the four witches by the campfire, a golden woman flew up in an instant, and the oldest witch stood in front of the other two regardless of her body. She drew out her sharp dagger and stabbed directly at the person in charge. Anyway, the three who could not escape would all die in her hands, so there was no need to distinguish between them.

The moment the dagger pierced the opponent's body, Afra saw an incredible sight.

A white figure appeared in front of her, and the eyes under the hood gleamed with anger, but there was nothing there before.

Is it... the nightingale behind her?

Why did the close-range powder spray not affect her at all? The Faceless Man couldn't believe his eyes, and saw that she raised her hands towards him, and a ball of flames burst out from the gleaming silver weapon. Her body was pushed hard by something, and she immediately lost her balance and leaned back. fell to the ground. No, there is still...the two have to solve it. Aphra wanted to stand up, draw out her dagger and stab the next witch, but found it very difficult to even raise her hand, and her consciousness quickly became blurred.

It's a pity... One last thought flashed through her mind.

...

Nightingale stayed where she was after she finished shooting, watching the soldier who was hit in the chest fall down, her body began to twist and shrink, and slowly changed back to the appearance of a strange woman.

This was the first time she killed a witch with her own hands.

It wasn't until Lily's anxious cry sounded that Nightingale came back to her senses.

Suppressing the surging emotions in her heart, she put away her gun and ran back to Wendy.

"Where did you hurt?"

"It's okay, I don't feel any pain at all," Wendy waved her hand, signaling everyone not to panic, "It should not have been stabbed."

"Has the protective suit worked?"

"I think it should be," she unbuttoned her chest, and saw a slender dagger hanging on the side of her clothes. With the jacket opened, the dagger slipped out of the hole and fell to the ground, with blood on the tip of the sword. No. The suit only has a small hole in the outer fabric, but the soft inner layer is still intact.

"You...you really scared me to death," Lily let out a long breath, and sat down on the ground with her feet limp, "Don't rush up to help me block the sword! I don't need you to do this for me I, I, I..."

"Okay," Wendy patted her head, "I'm fine, right?"

Lily shrugged her head, buried it in the former's chest, and gave a muffled hum.

"I was also frightened. I was so focused on standing in front that I forgot to use my abilities," Wendy shook her head. "If there is a strong wind, she shouldn't be able to pierce me."

"Because you rarely fight with others, it's normal if you can't react," Nightingale comforted.

"Fortunately, there are protective clothing," Hui Yin said with a frightened look on his face, "otherwise it would be dangerous this time."

Before leaving, His Royal Highness Roland gave each witch a special vest and asked them not to take off this dress at any time. It is very light to wear, but it looks a bit thick, and it seems to be divided into many layers. Your Highness said that each layer of silk is painted with Soraya's sky coating. It is extremely flexible and difficult to be pierced by sharp things. Yes. Swords and crossbows have excellent defense. Without its help to block the thorn, Wendy might not be able to survive Nana's treatment.

Lightning slowly landed on the side of the killed witch, "Why did she attack us? Aren't we... the same kind?"

Nightingale stared at the lifeless woman, unable to make a sound for a long time... The other party's eyes were closed, his blue hair was scattered on the ground, and his expression was calm, as if he didn't feel too much pain. But she still couldn't forget that when the other party rushed towards Wendy, there was no hesitation in his eyes, only determination and taking it for granted. It's as if she is not killing people, but practicing her life's philosophy. Perhaps in her heart, doing so is the right thing to do.

"No," Nightingale sighed lightly, "she is not our kind...just a sad person." (To be continued.) 8