Next, Shen Er, what's your business?

Chapter 979 The Pride of a Hero

Whether it is the feathers flying all over the sky, the tall figure or the evening bell at the end, they are all scenes that can only be seen by the master of the dying Darius III. Araya, who was three meters away, just felt something cut the air, Then the head on the opposite side flew into the air, and the unbound blood scattered like a fountain under the effect of blood pressure, and fell to his feet together with the falling head in a circle.

"Well, just behead it."

Even Araya was a little moved by the bloody way of killing. Even after living for more than a hundred years, he, who is used to life and death, rarely saw such a straightforward beheading. Usually, cutting the throat or carotid artery would be enough. .

"Just a little personal interest." Assassin's response was flat, as if he had done a trivial thing.

"This kind of interest is really not what an assassin should have. The movement is too loud. However, with such superb concealment skills, it doesn't matter if the movement is too loud."

As Araya said, his servants have extremely high concealment skills.From the beginning of the summoning to the present, Aassassin has never shown his real body, just like a cloud of fog.I thought he should show up when he shot to kill, but he still didn't see anything.

If he hadn't been able to feel the connection between the contracts, he would even have thought he was under a spell - the evidence was that Assassin's voice was too similar to his own.Roa and Nero Kaos are enough coincidences, how about one more coincidence?Araya would rather believe that Assassin used a special vocal technique.There is no reason for an assassin who can achieve perfect invisibility to leave such an obvious clue as a voice.

"Thank you for your understanding, Master."

Assassin's voice was still so calm, neither delighted by the Master's praise nor differentiated.

Araya was not only not angry about this, but was very satisfied.He's never been a high-profile guy, and Assassin's style is exactly what he wants.Obedient, introverted, quiet, and highly capable—as for not showing up, wouldn't that be better?Assassins who cannot even see themselves are even more invisible to the enemy.

It seems that Roa did not lie to himself in this regard. He really recommended a suitable follower for him, but he did not know which generation of Hassan Sabah it was. The information about this mysterious assassination sect was already Not many, and his servant is a typical mystic. Araya didn't want to waste a command spell on such a trivial matter, so he could only speculate based on limited information.

Of course, while speculating, he did not forget the business.After the blood sprayed from the neck subsided, he cut off the corpse's left hand, and brought the severed limb and the Command Spell back to a distant place, and handed it to Roa.

At this time, the battle of the undead is drawing to a close.Because of the passing of the master, Darius III lost the source of magic power and the foundation of possession, and his power was greatly weakened.Not only was it unable to support the proud treasure "Immortal Ten Thousand Cavalrymen", but even raising the battle ax in his hand became more and more difficult.

It didn't take long to be firmly bound by the chaos released by Nero Kaos, like a huge black statue.

The largest phantom beast opened its mouth, as if it wanted to swallow this big man who had defeated the herd countless times, but it was split in two before the mouth closed. It was Roa.

"Nero, I've already said, if your familiar gets out of control, don't blame me for being rude."

"I said it too, whatever you want."

Nero Kaos didn't even look at the hacked phantom beast, the black torrent rolled back, returning the corpses on the ground and the surviving herd of beasts back to chaos, leaving only Darius III who was on the verge of disappearing.

Roa shrugged helplessly, walked in front of Darius III, and looked up at the Persian king who was 345 centimeters tall.

"Sorry, Berserker, for treating you like this."

"Failure is defeat. My life is meant to end with defeat. It doesn't matter if I lose again."

Due to the dissolution of the master-slave contract, the influence of "madness" also disappeared, and Darius III finally regained the ability to speak.

"Give me a happy, powerful undead, this is the power of the winner."

"Unfortunately, that's impossible. If I wanted to kill you, I would have done it a long time ago. Why wait until now? Darius III, it doesn't matter if you lose once. As long as you are alive, there is hope. You should know this best."

The second half of Darius III’s life was one of defeat, constantly losing to Iskandar, but even so, he continued to gather troops and blocked the conquering king’s iron hooves many times until he died in battle. That’s why Roa said that .

"You want me to make a contract with your master?"

"It's not a contract, it's just a transfer of the contract." Roa said, taking the severed limb from Araya's hand, "Let me be your new master."

"I refuse!" Darius III said without hesitation.

"Oh? Are you willing to just disappear like this?" Luo Ah asked with a half-smile.

"Of course not reconciled."

"Then why refuse, I am definitely much stronger as a master than the corpse over there."

"It's not a question of ability, I am the king of mankind, and I will never be subordinate to monsters!" This is the pride of Darius III, and also the pride of a human hero.

"It's a pity, what you say doesn't count!" Luo A's mouth curled up in obvious joy, his eyes were ferocious and cruel, "This is the real power of the winner, and the winner rules everything."

"You—" Darius III suddenly began to struggle, "you despicable monster."

Luo A laughed loudly: "Come on, swear, the more you swear, the more you will show your powerlessness. A familiar who can't do anything without a support is not as good as a monster."

"It's useless, because you can't break free from the 'soil of creation' that I used [-] lives to refine."

Nero Kaos said lightly, but it made Darius III struggle more intensely.

"Assassin, finish me quickly, for the sake of fellow Heroic Spirits."

"..." Nothing happened, and Assassin, who was hiding somewhere, didn't respond.

"Are you really willing to work with monsters? Do you still have the pride of a hero?"

"Don't waste your efforts. How can an assassin who takes someone's life in the dark have the pride of a hero? Everything is under my control, whether it is summoning Assassin or choosing to make a contract with Berserker. Assassin has no so-called pride, Berserker will be deprived of reason by 'madness', and will not be left with pride—the only thing that is stubborn is now, and you can't even speak a few minutes later!"

Roa said, covering the Command Seal on the stump with his own hand.With the injection of magic power, the dull red pattern suddenly became brighter.

"Drink the contents of the cup, and sins will be forgiven. It is my blood shed for all, the blood of the contract..."

PS: Don’t worry if you like Wang Ha, the first will not lose your personality, the second will not collapse your personality, and the third grandpa will do everything with a deep meaning—the hint is obvious, the reason you are not dead now is because The destiny has not arrived, it has arrived, you understand.

(End of this chapter)