Chapter 335

Deverot showed no fear, but instead turned the daggers in his hands deftly for a few times, as if to show off his skills.

He raised one of them and gestured lightly with his fingertips, his eyes always locked on the man with the gun.

"By the way, my dagger is not an ordinary one."

Deverot's tone became frivolous, and a sly smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"It is coated with a peerless poison. If you touch it, it will kill you."

As he said this, he even pretended to lick the blade of the dagger, as if he didn't take the other party's gun seriously at all.

Lupin looked at Deverot's frivolous appearance at this time, and he was anxious. On the one hand, he suspected that Deverot should have the ability to resist this kind of spell, and on the other hand, he was simply worried that Deverot would be injured.

The expression on the face of the man with the gun was ferocious at first.

Then from ferocious to confused, and then to a moment of hesitation, finally, his eyes became cold as iron again.

He tilted his head slightly, as if to confirm something, and then gently pulled the trigger.

Bang!

The gunshot was like thunder, shaking the air.

There was no accident.

Deveraux's body was like a kite with a broken string, and was directly blown away by the impact of the bullet and fell heavily to the ground.

His figure was like a dead leaf, lifeless, lying quietly on the floor.

Lupin looked at Deveraux's body and was slightly startled.

"No!"

Then a roar broke out, the sound almost tore the air.

He seemed to be driven by a huge force, and rushed towards Deveraux, blocking him with his body.

"Deveraux! No, no, no, God, I thought..."

Lupin's voice was trembling and regretful, his eyes were red, and tears came out unconsciously.

He looked down at the boy lying on the ground, his voice almost choked.

"I haven't thanked you for curing my illness yet... How could you just do this..."

He trembled with his hands, trying to pick up Deveraux, but suddenly froze.

His fingers gently touched Deveraux's face and found that the face was completely intact, without any blood or even a trace of paleness.

Lupin was stunned, his eyes full of confusion.

"This..."

At this moment, the man standing not far away snorted coldly, his voice full of disdain and mockery.

"Too much nonsense, and-"

"The wizard has no magic,"

He raised the shotgun, loaded it skillfully, and pointed the gun at Deveraux again.

"It's just trash."

His words pierced into Lupin's ears like a cold blade, with an unquestionable absolute pressure.

The gun was pointed at Deveraux on the ground, and the man's fingers slowly tightened, obviously intending to completely end this confrontation.

However, just when he was about to pull the trigger, something strange happened!

Deveraux's figure on the ground suddenly trembled slightly, and then began to become illusory, as if the reflection in the water was broken, and quickly dissipated into the air.

"What?!"

The man's pupils suddenly contracted, and the indifference on his face was instantly replaced by shock.

Before he could react, a sharp cold light suddenly pierced out from his chest and penetrated his body!

"Puff!"

Blood gushed out, and the dazzling red dyed the clothes on his chest.

The man looked down at the sharp edge that pierced his chest, his eyes full of disbelief.

"So, why do you think I talked so much nonsense with you?"

A low voice came from behind him, with a hint of cold mockery.

The man turned back with difficulty, and saw that Deveraux had appeared behind him at some point, holding a pair of daggers flashing with a faint green light in his hands.

An unbelievable look appeared on the man's face, his lips trembled, and his voice was broken by fear.

"This... How is it possible? Without magic, why can you still be invisible..."

Before he finished speaking, there was a low whoosh, and the dagger was pulled out by Deveraux.

The man's body seemed to have been drained of all strength, his knees softened, and he fell straight to the ground.

"This... I..."

He tried to struggle to get up, but found that he didn't even have the strength to raise his hands.

Paleness quickly climbed up his cheeks, his lips began to turn purple, and his voice gradually became weaker.

"How is it possible... I don't have any strength at all..."

He fell to the ground, twitching all over, like a prey with its throat strangled, and even the last struggle seemed powerless.

Deverot stood beside him, his eyes calm and indifferent, and the dagger in his hand was still dripping with venom.

The material of the dagger was unusual, it was refined from the fallen teeth of the basilisk.

The venom of the basilisk was deadly and insoluble. Unless there were tears of the phoenix, the poisoned person would only step towards death step by step, and the man in front of him was obviously not so lucky.

"Don't bother."

Deverot looked down at him, with a hint of cold mockery in his voice.

"The basilisk's poison will not leave you any room."

He just used projection to hide his whereabouts and create an illusion of himself to attract the other party's attention.

Finally, the sneak attack succeeded!

Of course, the invisibility of projection is even less effective than the Disillusionment Spell.

So in order to attract the opponent's attention, Deveraux made his projection do its best. If he wasn't afraid of going too far, he would have wanted to try to see what the opponent would do if Deveraux suddenly licked the knife and committed suicide. Of course, he couldn't see it this time.

The pupils of the man lying on the ground began to sag, his eyes were full of fear and unwillingness, his lips moved slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he only let out a faint sigh.

Lupin, who was standing by, witnessed all this and was stunned.

His eyes moved from the man who was gradually losing his life on the ground to Deveraux, his face full of shock and confusion.

He clearly thought Deveraux was dead just now!

Deveraux seemed to notice Lupin's gaze, and slowly turned his head, with a relaxed smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Hey, Lupin,"

he broke the silence with a brisk tone.

"What did you want to tell me just now?"

Lupin was stunned for a moment, opened his mouth, but couldn't say a word.

His face was complicated, as if he had just saved his life from the edge of hell. Finally, he slumped on the ground, sighed for a long time, raised his hand and pointed at Deveraux weakly, and muttered something.

"You kid..."

Deverot grinned, and then cast his eyes on the man lying on the ground.

The man on the ground used up his last bit of strength and slowly turned his head towards Deverot.

There was a look of relief in his eyes, as if he had found some kind of relief when facing the end of his fate.

This look made Deverot a little confused for a while.

He raised his eyebrows slightly, puzzled in his heart, but did not say much.

The situation in front of him was complicated, and he could not read the other party's psychological activities as easily as before, let alone check the other party's status through the panel.

Deverot tried to mobilize the magic power to open the other party's panel, but there was no response.

He sighed helplessly, and a bitter smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"Sure enough, it still doesn't work."

He looked down at the man on the ground and found that the other party's twitching had stopped, his pupils were dilated, and death had completely arrived.

His body lay there stiffly, as if it had been frozen into a sculpture by time.

Without taking another look, Devereaux raised his head and cast his gaze towards the people in the hall who had turned into golden eagles.

His brows knitted tightly, and a trace of deep thought flashed in his eyes.

"Well, then the next step is to solve--"

"Bang!"

A deafening gunshot suddenly came from behind, interrupting Devereaux's words.

He turned around abruptly and looked at the source of the sound vigilantly.

A familiar figure slowly walked out from the corner, holding a golden pistol that was still smoking.

Devereaux's pupils shrank suddenly-the man looked exactly like the man he had just killed!

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