Chapter 382: The Assassin's Fierceness, the Grand Duke's Broken Arm

Chapter 383: The assassin's fierce power, the Grand Duke's broken arm

The screams filled the darkness of the night. In the border forest of the Thousand World Tree territory, the invaders from the Magic Association were being slaughtered inhumanely.

The cleaning team of more than 50 people was surrounded by a lone man, and their lives were taken away by rafters one by one.

This tragic hell should not be seen by people, but there are two eyes watching the movement here

One of them is Assassin Shuoyue, who uses A-level "breath blocking" and a treasure to cover his body.

At this moment, he ignored the magicians who were pierced with his companions, and turned his head to look at the small puppet on his shoulder.

"How is it? Seeing what is happening in front of you, do you still have doubts about the fact that the Thousand World Tree summoned servants in advance?"

"I have completely understood it. It turned out to be such a dangerous familiar. It seems that the battle between the Thousand World Tree and us is doomed to be inevitable."

The old voice of Belfebon came from the puppet. Even though the wooden puppet has no face, one can still hear the anxiety in his tone.

"How is it, can Lord Shuoyue act?"

Even the powerful Magic Association has spent a lot of resources to train the cleaning team. Losing one will hurt for a long time, not to mention that half of them have been destroyed now.

"Don't worry, if the Holy Grail system fails to activate, your Magic Association will lose more than just one team."

If it was the real body that came, Shuoyue would definitely protect these temporary teammates quietly, but Belfebon asked for Assassin who was blessed by the beast.

"If you want to win, these are necessary sacrifices, Head of the Summoning Department."

Finally finishing the last operation, the young man cut off the connection with the Holy Grail before the Thousand World Tree found him, and slowly stood up.

"Just pray that those chess pieces you have cultivated at a high price can survive before I take action."

Said the seemingly concerned words, but Shuoyue's eyes were cold and without any warmth.

"After all, if these helpers are useless, even I can't kill the top servants."

Kill?

Kill the servants? !

After the Holy Grail ritual was successful, he dared to set his sights on such a powerful servant? !

In the room of the Magic Association, the three responsible persons looked at each other in astonishment and were speechless. At the other end, Shuoyue had already thrown away the puppet for communication, crouched down, and approached Vlad III with a fist gun in hand.

He, Shuoyue, was a servant who descended as an Assassin.

He was the assassin who was best at killing with one blow and taking the head of the commander in the army!

The eyes glowed with an icy blue rainbow, the world was shattered, and a lone wolf walked in the darkness.

Target: Black Lancer, Vlad III.

The hunt begins!

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Tolifas, a small city in the northern part of Transylvania, Romania. In the Middle Ages, the city walls built to prevent the invasion of Turkish soldiers are still well preserved today, surrounding part of the fortress and the city. Most of the buildings in the city were repaired and rebuilt on the basis of the Middle Ages, and have extremely precious historical value.

For Tolifas, the symbol of the city is the huge castle standing on the hill of Milon - the city of Mirenia.

The owner of this castle has never changed since the Middle Ages. Despite the invasion of the Ottoman Turks, the Black Death pandemic, and the bombing in modern wars, the fortress and its owner's family are still alive today.

The name of that family is Qianjieshu, a group of magicians who migrated from Northern Europe to Romania. At present, the fortress is unprecedentedly prosperous.

Not only the Thousand World Tree Clan, but also a group of handsome servants from nowhere are working meticulously and patrolling the city with battle axes that are far behind the times. There are also walking stone beds and stone statues with glowing eyes...

From the perspective of onlookers, they will definitely be surprised to think that something has happened. However, among the simple residents of Tulifas, there is no reckless person who would step into this strange castle. As long as the lights in the city are still on, even going out late at night is subject to warning.

So when the lights of the castle that had been extinguished for a long time a few months ago began to shine again, the residents looked at each other with gloomy faces - the bloody tyrants are back!

"Yes, everything is for today!"

Even if it is a bright and sunny day outside, the king's room in the city is still dim, and only the flames on the seven-lamp candlestick (Menorah) reflect the bloody killing in the forest.

The king on the throne was not here, but the seven-lamp candlestick was reflecting his majestic figure as he killed foreign enemies. Next to the throne, a handsome man opened his arms and spoke with dignity and confidence.

"Watch out, we are the Thousand World Tree Clan, the masters who host the Command Seals. From now on, you will risk your lives as masters for the fierce battles in the future. Before that, let you see the servants (Servants) that will be summoned in the future and the scales of their power!"

The man's name is Danic Preston Thousand World Tree. He is not only the patriarch of the Thousand World Tree Clan, but also one of the participants in the Third Holy Grail War. That war happened more than 60 years ago, but there is no wrinkle on the man's face. From the outside, you might think he is between 26 and 30 years old, as if his time has stopped since the Third Holy Grail War.

The magicians who were chosen as masters by the Thousand World Tree family half-knelt on the ground, looking up, watching the battle, or rather the ravage, of the king of the black camp.

The rafters symbolizing the bloody legend rose from the ground, and wherever the magic power reached, it spread like locusts, and it was like the apocalypse, slaughtering their own kind like killing chickens and sheep, even the magicians who they did not dare to say they could defeat.

Even though they were in the same camp as the Grand Duke, when Vlad III started killing, the masters of the Thousand World Tree still felt a chill from the bottom of their hearts, unable to help themselves.

Who could defeat such a powerful existence?

Just when everyone was deeply awed and uneasy, the one-sided victory that Danik showed to everyone took an uncontrollable turn.

The atmosphere in the forest suddenly changed.

"Hmm." The sudden uneasiness made Vlad III frown, and he restrained his casual mood due to chasing prey and held the spear tightly.

Even though he didn't have the instinct of a warrior, the countless assassinations he encountered as a king still made the Grand Duke of Wallachia wary.

But looking around, apart from the few magicians who fled in panic, only the trembling trees and the wind in the forest remained in the servant's vision for a long time.

"...Is it an illusion?"

Just when the Grand Duke was confused, a black robe emerged like a ghost. I don't know when, the lurking assassin had already approached the back of the Lancer!

As the fist gun was raised, the sound of the gun of the moon roared with the words:

"I saw...your death!"

"What--!" Vlad III looked back in astonishment, even though the time was very short, he still recited the real name of the treasure:

"Kazikli Bey!"

The dark rafters were like red spider lilies, and the carefully polished curse bullets were immersed in them, constantly breaking through the barriers, but finally stuck in the infinite magic piles.

At the same time, the rafters formed by the King of Punishment swarmed up like the most loyal soldiers, madly squeezing the assassin's space to move, trying to pierce and kill him to appease the king's thunderous wrath!

Bang bang bang bang!

The muzzle burst into flames, and before the Wallachian Grand Duke could react, the young man in black robes destroyed the rafters and stepped forward abruptly. His ice-blue eyes reflected a deadly rainbow light:

"The world is over, goodbye!"

Under the black pistol, the black blade flashed.

Puff!

"Ahhhhhhhhhh!"

Along with the cry of pain, a right arm tightly grasping a spear flew into the sky involuntarily!

Blue Assassin, New Moon, the assassination was successful.

Black Lancer, Romania's top servant, Flanders III, broken arm!