Across the heavens, I am the Avatar Sword Master

A flying knife was thrown by an Assassin who quickly approached Chen Yu.

The flying knife was as fast as an arrow and streaked across the sky like a meteor, but was easily caught by Chen Yu with two fingers.

If I can’t catch the Noble Phantasm thrown by Archer, can I catch your little broken sword?

After being divided into eighty-eight parts, how much strength will each Assassin have left?

"It seems that you refuse to join the feast. When friends come, there is wine. When jackals come, there is only a hunting rifle. Naiyali, take action."

Facing the Assassins who were approaching him rapidly, there was no trace of drunkenness in Chen Yu's eyes.

I always feel like I've become Assassin's target. Logically, shouldn't it be Weber?

He obviously looks more successful than me.

"Yes, yes, I will order Naiyali around. You are a darling, right? Dimensional power: space-time magnetic field!"

As Chen Yu finished speaking, Naiyali opened her hands, and spatial ripples interwoven with blue and purple instantly swept across the entire courtyard.

All Assassins who were caught in the dimensional magnetic field were enveloped by blue-purple space ripples.

Assassin could also realize that something was wrong when he saw the blue and purple spatial ripples interweaving on his body.

But before Assassin could react, Naiyali clasped her hands together.

In just a moment, all the Assassins trapped by the ripples experienced a bizarre journey.

The bodies of these Assassins seemed to have undergone a nightmarish transformation surgery.

The body of an Assassin was stretched to an incredible degree, and his legs seemed to have turned into two thin bamboo poles.

One Assassin's hands were like infinitely extended vines, branching into countless tiny branches at the ends, covered with layers of rough skin, reminiscent of tree roots rather than human limbs.

One Assassin's face was squeezed to one side, with one eye protruding and the other sunken deep into the eye socket. His nose was crooked, his lips were split, revealing uneven teeth, and his entire face was so distorted that it was unbearable to look at.

All the Assassins' bodies were twisted and folded into a large spherical structure, as if they were randomly kneaded and shaped into various abnormal shapes by invisible hands and filled in, floating in the air in the courtyard.

Even so, these Assassins have not died yet, and are still struggling and groaning desperately, like evil spirits being tortured in hell, trying to break free from this spherical hell.

"Darling, ready!"

After hearing Naiyali's report, Chen Yu moved his wrist, took out his magic wand, and aimed it at the "big meat ball" formed by Assassins in the sky that was slowly falling under the influence of gravity.

The surging magic power gathered at the tip of the wand.

The air was filled with the smell of death.

"Avada Kedavra!"

The huge green light was like a poisonous dragon shot out from the abyss of the underworld. It instantly broke through the air, crossed the night sky, and left a dazzling track in the sky.

This beam of light carried unrivaled magic of deathly silence. It crossed the distance of space and locked onto the target without any hesitation or room for maneuver.

The green light swept over the Assassins and they instantly became dead silent, deprived of their vitality.

The large ball of flesh formed by the twisted body of Assassin quickly disintegrated in mid-air, turning into countless particles and dissipating in the air.

Looking at the dead Assassin in the air, Chen Yu was very satisfied with his achievements.

"It feels so good, Naiyali, this shot is so good!"

Fortunately, Assassin is a servant and will not leave a corpse after death, otherwise I would have to use magic to clean up the place.

"But there's still an Assassin left over by the door. Who among you is interested?"

Chen Yu pointed his wand at the gate of the courtyard. At this time, there was only one female Assassin left in the entire courtyard.

She wore a strange white mask on her face, had a purple ponytail that reached down to her knees, and had a good figure.

It's a pity that she is a dark-skinned girl.

But Chen Yu didn't have any feelings for the dark-skinned girl.

The reason why she was left behind was that when Naiyali activated the space-time magnetic field just now, she was relatively far away and was not covered by the magnetic field.

"Tsk, just keep Assassin, who are you looking down on?"

Rider looked at the only remaining Assassin. Although he grumbled a little, he was alert towards Naiyali and Chen Yu in his heart.

Leaving aside Naiyali's space transfer magic, at least the green light filled with the breath of death emitted by the magic wand in Chen Yu's hand is enough to kill a servant.

It looks like an instant-death magic.

You have to be more careful when fighting next time.

As for the lonely Assassin.

As if he couldn't withstand this sudden blow, he stood alone at the gate of the courtyard, like a puppet without a soul, lost in confusion and hesitation, and even began to question his own existence.

The instant death of eighty-seven Assassin personalities left the last remaining personality Assassin feeling more lonely and empty than ever before, and he seemed to have given up resistance.

"Makur... Gozel... Talkative... Whirlwind... Speedy... Impersonating... Sacrificial Smoke... Sword Demon... Transformation... How could it be, how could it be like this, impossible, impossible! My entire life has been so easily... wasted..."

The once closely connected spiritual network now has only one lonely node left. The long-standing symbiotic relationship was suddenly broken, making her experience unprecedented isolation and helplessness.

But the three command spells that were issued still had their effect. She had to continue fighting until she died completely or won.

Magical power continued to emerge, and countless fragments of evil thoughts also emerged from the depths of the mind.

“Kill them!”, “Kill them!”, “Kill them!”, “Kill them!”…

The personality that was originally just a lonely dot was instantly filled with noise again.

"Then is there something wrong with the Assassin who was left at the end?"

The scene changed too quickly. The Assassin, who originally had the advantage in numbers, was now left with only one person. Waver then cautiously stuck his head out to observe the situation.

Looking at the only Assassin left, although he was no longer a threat, Waver still felt something was wrong.

Looking at Assassin felt like standing on the roof of a 20-story building looking down. Even though there were guardrails to protect me, I still felt a sense of palpitations in my heart.

"Wow! Is this Assassin going to turn into some kind of monster?!"

Suddenly, disturbing bulges appeared on the last Assassin's slender belly, back, limbs and even face.

It expanded and twisted rapidly, turning into a mass of wriggling flesh.

These wriggling pieces of flesh were also rapidly deforming, their outlines gradually becoming clearer, and they evolved into strange human figures with dark skin and wearing masks.

Hassan Hundred Faces.

As for the appearance of the remaining seats for the eighty-eight close relatives, no one knows.

There are eighty-eight personalities that Baimao can recognize, and even these eighty-eight personalities are not clear about how many personalities are left.

With the blessing of the three Command Spells, when only one of all Assassin's personalities remained, in order to complete the order, the personalities other than the eighty-eight gradually became restless and emerged from the deepest part of consciousness.

But these consciousnesses are more like obsessions than personalities.

It was an obsession born out of the blessing of the Command Spell, and there was only one thought.

kill!