[Slow Travel] Assassin System - Mingguang

In this world, there really is a power that can resist thousands of troops!

Whether it is the grace of heaven or the benevolence of the saints, all of these are some kind of talent, they will be limited by the mortal body, no matter how powerful the power is, there is a limit, even Darigachi and Miaoxuan can't do it alone. Resist tens of thousands of troops.

Earth tremors are terrifying, but how many times can the power of Dari Gachi shake the earth?When he was exhausted, he was overwhelmed by the crowd.

Shadow Erosion is indeed invincible, but it is impossible for Miao Xuan to slaughter thousands of people without stopping, and whether he wants to do it or not, the limitation of a single attack is there.

But now, a southerner used her flesh and blood to summon the blessing of the blood nation.

Dead souls cannot be harmed by cold weapons. They whizzed down from the sky, plundering the vitality of the living, and those dead weapons gained great power again, and could easily pierce the flesh and blood of the living.

In just a few quarters of an hour, the southerners easily turned the tide of battle. The most valiant cavalry and horses of the Tartars died tragically together. The most tenacious army could not move an inch under the glaring eyes of heaven and earth. No matter how powerful the warriors were, they could not defeat death...

Just in this dark sky, a scorching sun rose out of thin air, and it turned out that Geriletu rushed to the front of the army driving the horse!

Behind the young man rose a fiery dazzle, hot and bright, scorching so that the souls of the dead flinched away, even though his strength was limited, even if he could shelter no more than one-tenth of the total number of people in the army... But this is the sun!This is the sun of the Tartars, the direction of progress, and the herald of the descending of the Immortals!

"kill--"

Darigachi raised his saber high and let out a fearless roar, and his people responded to the Khan together. Every knight raised his saber, and every horse neighed loudly, rushing towards the Khan with their heads held high. The souls of the dead——

Well, you southerners have thousands of ancestors, don't we Tartars have the courage to be brave and not afraid of death?Even if it is a natural disaster on the grassland, we dare to raise our swords to resist, but we are just dead souls, don't we still want to block the way of the living!

The Tartars must not retreat. Their attack caught the omission of the Four Cities Alliance. Once they retreat this time, not only will the battle damage be astonishing, but the morale of the army will be frustrated. It will be difficult to find the same golden opportunity!

Only by successfully breaking through the city can the heavy losses be recovered, and only looting and massacre can wash away the shadow of death. If the Tartars cannot even overcome this first hurdle when they go south, then they must retreat back to the grassland in misery and hatred. It will also become a complete joke, and it deserves to suffer from generation to generation...

In the sky filled with cloud and dust, living and dead souls entangled and fought, this is almost a tragic scene, no matter it is for the southerners or the Tartars.

And in this world, there seems to be only one voice left, whether it is a mortal warrior or a dead soul, they just want to kill each other thoroughly, without leaving any hidden dangers.

What Miao Xuan saw was such a tragic scene. The wounded people around him were completely beyond treatment. Every moment, dozens of seriously injured people died miserably in pain, but there were still countless The wounded were sent here—compared with those comrades who died tragically in the sand, they were considered lucky, because they still had a little chance of surviving.

A painful and heavy sigh sounded in Miao Xuan's ear. He turned around and saw Wuyun Yada staggering out of the tent. Everyone was too busy to turn around, and she no longer needed others' support. It just moved out step by step.

Miao Xuan was shocked, but couldn't leave because of the wounded in his hands, so he could only shout: "Yada, it's dangerous outside!"

Wuyun Yada didn't care about this, she even threw away the crutch in her hand, and stretched out her hand to the overcast sky.

Miao Xuan had a bad intuition, but before he could do anything, Wuyun Yada shouted loudly: "God of Changsheng, bless us, mother of the grassland, support us..."

As the old woman recited, a burst of vitality surged out of her body, they were so strong and majestic, they beat like a sea tide, as if the spring of the grassland came here again !

"May the wind bring the joy of victory, and may the rain bring the destruction of the enemy..."

"May the souls of the ancestors appear, and may the road to the chest be smooth..."

More and more priests joined in the chanting. They were all treating the wounded, but at this moment they unanimously unleashed their own strength. As the chief priest of the new royal court, Wuyun Yada naturally led this simple sacrifice. Only Miao Xuan knelt and sat on the ground, looking at the skinny old woman in astonishment and horror—her blood bar and blue bar were dropping rapidly at the same time.

Huge power poured into the bodies of the wounded and gradually healed their pain. Miao Xuan was finally able to let go of the wounded in his hands, and rushed forward to support the swaying Wuyun Yada: "Yada!"

Wuyun Yada ignored him, her eyes were bloodshot, and she roared hoarsely and in pain: "God of Longevity! Bless your people!"

Miao Xuan half hugged the dying old woman: "Please don't use God's grace anymore! If this goes on—"

Wuyun Yada vomited blood, it was hard to imagine that there was so much blood hidden in this shriveled body, she held Miao Xuan's hand tightly, and involuntarily poured the last strength into his body: "Hoelanle, Hoelanle! Your power comes from the night, and your shadow can restrain dead souls. Hurry up and protect our compatriots and kill that man! Kill that southern priest!"

Miao Xuan's persuasion came to an abrupt end.

No one knows Miao Xuan's power better than Wuyun Yada, but in the past ten years, she acquiesced and even covered up his transcendent behavior.

Wuyun Yada didn't know who summoned the soul of the sky, she subconsciously thought it was a sacrifice from the southerners, she watched her compatriots hurt by this force, and she was powerless to do anything about it.

Only Joelan is left, only Joelan is left!Only a powerful shadow can pass through the land occupied by ghosts. No grace can continue after the death of the master. Only he has the ability to kill the southern priest and end this natural catastrophe!

Wuyun Yada gasped for breath, but was interrupted by the blood gushing out. She collapsed into Miao Xuan's arms, tremblingly stretched out her fingers like dead branches, and pointed in the direction of the city wall——

She couldn't speak, so she could only lip-sync over and over again: "Go and kill him."

As the life force of the old woman was exhausted, she was squeezed from a well-behaved person into a mummy. She could not rest in peace when she died. Miao Xuan didn't even dare to hug her any longer. A piece of corpse will turn into powder.

Another priest came here, and he silently assumed the responsibility of Wuyun Yada, presided over the sacrifice, and continued to dedicate strength and life to the clan.

"Hoelan Lebjaw," he said heavily, "please go, don't worry, leave this place to us—you don't have to worry until the last priest of the Tartars dies."

Perhaps this is the horror of extraordinary power in war. As long as there is still a little power that can be dedicated, countless people are willing to be firewood.

The small system couldn't wait to urge: [Brother, let's go!Anyway, that's the third goal, so it's okay to kill him, as long as one goal is killed, the world will end, and the next thing has nothing to do with us! 】

Miao Xuan carefully put down the shriveled skeleton in his hand, but he couldn't stop it from turning into powder, mixed with the dust in the sky with the cold wind...

Afterwards, Miao Xuan fled into the shadows.

*

On the watchtower of Baiwei City Wall, Xuan Jia got up from the ground and barely stood firm by leaning on the wall. She was already very old, and she had been guarding the border for most of her life, and now she finally breathed out her last breath.

The collapsed city walls are deserted, the towering archery towers are crumbling, and there is an endless battlefield and sky in front of you. Countless overlapping heroic souls stand in front of their homeland.

Shengren's "heroic soul" awakens the dead souls within a hundred miles at the cost of his own life.

A light and elegant shadow fell on the side of the old princess, so she turned around, but saw the soul of a young woman with a fluttering skirt, with a peach heart face, peach blossom eyes, sad face, mournful expression, unable to speak Word.

Xuan Jia stared at it blankly for a long time, and finally shouted in disbelief: "Bao...Bao'er?!"

The ghost of the woman pounced up immediately, and did not cause any harm to the old princess. It just passed through the relatives in the world in vain—even though it opened its arms, it could no longer give this motherly sister a hug.

Xuan Jia finally cried, she called the little sister's nickname: "Those two brats didn't lie to me, it was really you, Bao'er, Bao'er, you really came home..."

Ghost smiled sweetly, it is incomplete after all, and it is already very rare to have such a reaction.

Xuan Jia wiped away the turbid tears and smiled again. This time her expression was more determined and fearless. She wiped away the blood and tears from her face, picked up the crutches from the ground, and pulled out a stick from the heavy thing. Dagger with handle.

"Bao'er, your immortal elder sister is finally coming!" She laughed loudly, "We two sisters will die on the land of the Southern Dynasty!"

"Boom--"

Under the city wall, there was another thunder-like muffled sound. Xuan Jia looked over, but saw a sun-like bright light rising from among the countless ghosts, the earth trembled again, and the blood-stained shouts of killing became louder and louder. It's getting louder!

"They don't want to die either." Xuan Jia clenched the hilt of his sword vigorously, and said through gritted teeth, "Okay, come on, all of them will die under the city of Budweiser, and teach me that the Southern Frontier Pass will be safe for a hundred years."

The sun in the battlefield became brighter and brighter, and it gradually became dazzling. The ghost seemed to be suppressed because of this, and it gradually couldn't cover the sky!

Xuan Jia coughed a few mouthfuls of blood, feeling that her flesh and blood were being gradually hollowed out. She knew that this was a manifestation of Shengren's backlash. She was not surprised that there were strong fighters who were not afraid of heroic souls among the Tartars, but she didn't believe it A shadow of the sun—no, no!It wasn't the false sun that hit the ghost hard!

Xuan Jia finally discovered that it was not the false sun that haunted the heroic soul, but the ubiquitous shadow.

Under the dark sky, shadows are everywhere, but at this moment they are no longer content to be calm, but are rolling and surging, strangling the souls everywhere, they fill this space, so that the false day The wheel is brighter.

Is this actually the power of one person?A person, relying only on his own strength, has trapped hundreds of millions of souls who have returned from the Nine Netherworld? !

Xuan Jia felt great hatred in her heart, and vomited another mouthful of blood, but she was really limited in strength, so she could only watch helplessly as the shadow spread like a rising tide, and gradually forced it under the collapsed Baiwei city wall, finally locking the last batch of soul...

The gap in strength constitutes an insurmountable moat. The person who manipulates the shadows must have a holy benevolence far superior to others. He can not only contain the heroic soul, but also turn the defense into an offense, approaching the city of Budweiser!

And now, that person was coming to kill her.

The old princess knows very well that there are people outside the world, and there is a sky beyond the sky. It is not surprising that there are such characters among the Tartars, but she will never admit defeat. If she can take another one away before she dies...

Di Ji's ghost also seemed to have sensed the enemy, it pulled out a dagger from its cuff, and quietly waited beside her sister.

coming……

Water-like shadows gradually climbed up the dilapidated city wall, and then gradually gathered on the watchtower. They finally stayed inside the wall, like a pool of viscous water.

Immediately afterwards, this substantial shadow jumped up out of thin air, forming a thin and tall figure.

This turned out to be a young man in a dark red robe. He didn't wear any armor. He only wore fine steel armor on his waist and arms. His eyes and long hair were black, but his skin was pale. Even his lips There is no blood on the face, the fundus of the eyes is dim, and it looks very tired and tired...

But such a person is very eye-catching.

Whether it's his facial features or his demeanor, they are all incompatible with this battlefield grassland. It can almost be described as beautiful, and there is an indescribable seductiveness in his lowered eyebrows... as if, you know this person is very Dangerous, but looking into his eyes, you will have the illusion that he is so gentle that he doesn't want to hurt you.

Xuan Jia stared at this unexpected enemy almost in astonishment. Of course, she was not attracted by this exuberant appearance, but because - this Tatar was too familiar.

*

Under normal circumstances, even Miao Xuan couldn't deal with thousands of ghosts, so facing this almost unsolvable situation, Miao Xuan chose to draw power from the main body.

Graces with the same attributes are suppressed by upper and lower positions, and this is only based on the spiritual power of the host himself. For example, Miao Xuan's "Nightmare" is the ceiling among the abilities of the same attribute. Customs), or the power of "Yin" (Southern theory) will be completely restrained by him.

Even the "Heroic Soul", who has moved countless ghosts, is still under the "Nightmare".

Miao Xuan's spiritual power far exceeds the boundaries of this world. Theoretically speaking, he can easily settle the situation at hand, but this kind of behavior, which is equivalent to descending from the gods, is bound to cause harm. The loss of reversing, so he must use it with restraint-now his control ability has reached a new level, and he can guarantee his own survival when he borrows power.

Following the surge of Miao Xuan's mind, the shadow jumped up from the ground, entangled the ghosts all over the sky, and paved a way for him to go straight to the end.

As Miao Xuan moved forward, the system kept sending warnings: [Brother, the power you are using now has exceeded the threshold!If you go on like this, your body will collapse! 】

Miao Xuan reassured him: It doesn't matter, the power of the priests is still on me.

Yes, part of the power guided by Wuyun Yada is still invested in him, healing him all the time, comforting his body under pressure - besides, he will leave this world after the assassination, and it doesn't matter if he is injured.

Although Miao Xuan comforted the small system, but when he was lurking in the shadows and approaching the city wall, he vaguely noticed something strange.

Miao Xuan's intuition has always been very sensitive, and this outstanding ability based on spiritual power has warned him of countless dangers, but in this world, his intuition seems to have completely failed, until There is no response at the moment.

Could it be that goal three of this world is not dangerous to him at all?

Goal [-] and Goal [-] back then were nothing more than just two children, but now Goal [-] can bring such a huge amount of power, no matter what he can be placed in the first echelon of strength.

With all sorts of thoughts in his mind, Miao Xuan finally restrained himself. He climbed up the arrow tower next to Budweiser City, and finally saw the target three——

This turned out to be a dying old woman.

Target Three is already very old, with gorgeous hair and rough wrinkles accumulated on all her exposed skin, but even though she is old and bleeding from all seven orifices, she still holds a sharp and thin sword tightly.

Miao Xuan remembered the information on the border town collected by the Tartars, and immediately guessed the identity of the old man. She should be the old princess of the Southern Dynasty, the wife of the former border guard general. In terms of age, she was actually about the same as Wuyun Yada.

What's even more unbearable is that the blood and blue bars of the target three are gradually declining, which is the same situation as Wuyun Yada, at the cost of burning his own vitality, in order to break the limit of the power of grace... ...the old woman stood up straight, but she couldn't live much longer.

Whether it is Wuyun Yada or this target three, they all chose the same path, dedicating their lives for their respective ethnic groups, using themselves like firewood.

Miao Xuan had mixed feelings in his heart. He didn't expect Target Three to be such a character. He immediately didn't want to fight her, but the small system didn't have the human society's concept of good and evil, but was very happy: [Brother!Let's kill her, her health bar is down to the last point, as long as she kills her, she doesn't need a crit! 】

Miao Xuan gritted his teeth and held back the shadow: No, everything, I don't want to kill her.

The little system didn't understand why, but he was used to listening to Miao Xuan's words, so he scratched Kongkong's little head with his furry hind legs, and said regretfully: [But she is dying, if you don't kill her, it wouldn't be a waste ? 】

Miao Xuan didn't explain the reason to the system. Maybe he didn't know how to describe his mood at the moment. What made Miao Xuan even more confused was that the target three, which was a small red dot on the mini-map, didn't seem to be intend to attack him.

The old woman could no longer hold the dagger in her hand. Her health bar had already fallen below the safety line. At this moment, even standing up normally seemed reluctant, but her expression was full of surprise, as if she had discovered What a terrible thing.

At the same time, the ghost woman who was acting as a guard beside the old princess threw away her dagger, as if giving up the attack. Not only that, she also stared closely at Miao Xuan with her gray eyes, A moment later, phantom-like tears fell!

The princess was awakened by this movement, and she couldn't help but asked with a trembling voice: "Bao'er, Bao'er, he...is it him?"

Youhun helplessly covered her face and kept shaking her head, but even if she strongly denied it, her performance had exposed the truth.

So, what else does the old princess not understand?After a short period of shock, despair and sorrow completely overwhelmed her, and she finally lost control of her emotions. She laughed loudly, beat her chest and stamped her feet: "It's God's will to make people--God! God! Do you want the Southern Dynasty to be destroyed like this?! "

Miao Xuan watched the little red dot turn yellow, and felt even more confused. He vaguely realized that something bad had happened, so he couldn't help taking a step back, but his retreat stimulated the old woman again. Laughing again, just staring at him fiercely.

"Why don't you kill me?" The old princess asked softly, her voice was almost buried in the wind and sand and the roar of ghosts, and Miao Xuan could hardly hear clearly, "You are the priest of the Tartars, and you also know that these ghosts are My holy benevolence, why don't you kill me?"

Facing this questioning, Miao Xuan had nothing to say.

In the final analysis, what is wrong with the old princess, she has chosen to sacrifice her life for righteousness, even as an enemy with opposing positions, Miao Xuan also admires her behavior, anyway, ghosts can no longer harm the clansmen, this old lady is about to die again Death is just the last period of time, he can afford to wait...

Why not kill?But it would be too much to say the reasons for all this.

"Do you know that I—" the old princess seemed to want to say something, but the words were stuck in her throat after all. In the end, she just asked softly, "You can't do it, do you?" ?”

Miao Xuan's Adam's apple rolled, but he didn't answer in the end. He let Target Three stare at him until another gust of wind blew and the old woman let go.

"Dang..."

The dagger fell to the ground, and the old princess finally ran out of fuel and completely lost her vitality. Her dead body fell on the ground, and it was instantly shattered into powder, and dissipated on the land with the strong wind in the frontier.

The ghostly figure of the woman also gradually faded away, she lowered her head feebly, stopped looking at Miao Xuan, and quietly flew to ashes...

The ghosts all over the sky finally completely lost the qualification to be revived, and the Nine Nether Summoning was imminent. They dissipated helplessly, collapsed into billions of light spots, and fell into the dust.

The shadow then dissipated, and Miao Xuan finally didn't need to use Tian'en anymore, but he still stood there in a daze, staring at the thin sword on the ground.

The regretful voice of the system sounded in Miao Xuan's mind. He seemed to be announcing that the third target had been transferred, the ghosts had dispersed, the sky was bright and clear, and it was just at noon when the scorching sun was high, and there were noisy human voices under the damaged city wall. ...

The bloody smell permeated the heaven and earth, turning the gloomy world into even more terrifying ghosts and creatures. Only then did Miao Xuan finally regain his senses, and felt weak and dizzy belatedly.

In the power oppression just now, his blue bar was completely emptied, and the irreversible damage caused the length of the blood bar to be folded in half. This modeled body was oppressed and riddled with holes. Mental support.

At that time, Miao Xuan hardly considered the consequences, but now, this overdraft has finally reached the threshold of physical endurance, and it is fully manifested from the inside out.

"Teacher...teacher!...little uncle!"

A familiar voice sounded behind him, Miao Xuan turned around slowly, and saw a young man covered in blood, who rushed to his side as soon as he climbed up the archery tower... Is it Geriletu?That's right, this kid was already at the forefront, so it's not surprising that he climbed the city first.

There were bursts of cheers from the Tartars under the dilapidated city walls. They were shouting the glory of being the first to ascend, and they also celebrated the legendary hero defeating the wizard and leading the tribe to victory.

On the watchtower, Geriletu slammed down Miao Xuan's shoulders, his expression was extremely ugly, and he was particularly ferocious because of anger and worry: "Little uncle, what's wrong with you?!"

"what are you saying?"

Miao Xuan murmured, he couldn't hear clearly, the excessive injection of mental power finally responded to the body's violent resistance, the smell of blood and cheers made him feel even more dizzy, he really wanted to cover his forehead, but it was nothing Raise your arms vigorously.

Geriletu stopped talking, and he simply hugged Miao Xuan: "Little uncle, I will take you to find the priest right now."

Miao Xuan really wanted to ask how bad he looked now, so that Geriletu was frightened, but the dizziness continued to increase, and he finally lost consciousness temporarily.