Apocalypse Magician

That night, Li Xingkong set off for the Killer Alliance in the black market on the outskirts of Supreme City.

The main entrance of the Killer Alliance is very low-key, just a wooden door that looks a little shabby, as if it can be blown away by a gust of wind.

Li Xingkong stood outside the door, silently watching the door, as if standing in front of the gate of hell. After crossing this boundary, it would be another world, and it would be difficult to escape intact.

Taking a long breath, Li Xingkong showed a wry smile, and then moved forward.

The world inside the door is like a silent hell. An inadvertent glance reveals the aura of death, like a sword blade hidden in the dark with a cold light. Everyone walking back and forth is like a ghost floating in hell. The deadly evil spirit.

Even within the boundaries of the Killer Alliance, the killers of each organization are also reluctant to show their true colors. Everyone wears a mask to hide themselves. Just like in the killer industry, no one can be truly trusted.

Li Xingkong went directly to the location of the Killer King organization in the alliance and expressed his wish to join the organization.

"What is the strength of a junior magician?" The killer responsible for recruiting new members of the Killer King organization here sounded like a middle-aged man with a steady tone. "We will not consider anyone below a swordsman or a magician."

The new identity Li Xingkong forged for himself was that of a beggar who made a living by begging in a small town on the outskirts of the Supreme City. He just often appeared in the magic school to eat and drink, so naturally he should not have too high strength.

"But I can practice four lines of magic at the same time. I heard that there are not many people with such talent." Li Xingkong knew very well what his advantages were. It was precisely because of this that Lu Bugui took the initiative to threaten him.

"Four elements of magic? Then why do you want to be a killer?" The middle-aged man originally planned to ignore Li Xingkong, but now he actually had some changes.

Few magicians are willing to be killers. After all, this is a shady profession, and even the Holy Mountain Church is in short supply of geniuses who can practice multiple types of magic.

"For revenge." When Li Xingkong said this, he deliberately paused for a moment, and his voice suddenly became lower and seemed to be full of sadness. "My eldest brother and I have been dependent on each other since childhood. My eldest brother was beaten to death by local bullies when he was ten years old. Over the years, I I always think about revenge, but I can’t do it every time.”

Li Xingkong has lived a life of begging since he was a child, and then he transferred the experiences of some of his companions to himself, which made him burst into tears and saddened.

The middle-aged man looked at Li Xingkong's sharp eyes and seemed to see himself many years ago.

In fact, Li Xingkong was right about one thing. Even small-scale killer organizations like Lu Bugui prefer beggars with the cleanest backgrounds to train new members. This is especially true for the Killer King organization, and this middle-aged man is also like this. Born, I feel the same way about many things.

As a beggar, everyone has experienced relatives or friends being bullied by bullies, and even beaten to death. Even if they are full of hatred, they are just bringing humiliation to themselves.

Things like this happen every day.

So today's Li Xingkong is the middle-aged man himself yesterday.

"No matter who you are, after a certain amount of training, you need to pass an assessment before you can officially join the organization." At this point, the middle-aged man has gradually become sympathetic from the initial ignorance, and even started to remind him like his predecessors, "This is In a truly bloody assessment, no one will show mercy. With your current strength, I am afraid that you will die without survival."

"Strength does not completely determine victory or defeat." Li Xingkong quoted Lu Bugui's admonition when he first joined the killer organization. He still remembers it in his heart to this day. The more he experiences actual combat, the more profound the truth he can understand. "Insight, judgment, and resourcefulness can also influence the situation of the battle, and even the weak can defeat the strong."

"Okay, come with me." Looking at Li Xingkong's firm gaze, the middle-aged man remembered that he had come from this situation step by step to where he is now.

Perhaps only such a firm will, or a personality tempered by deep hatred, can create a qualified killer.

Informal members who have not really entered the organization will never know the actual location of the organization, so Li Xingkong was blindfolded and stuffed into a carriage, and then after an unknown amount of time, when he opened his eyes again, he was already in the same place. in underground space.

Li Xingkong simply looked around, seeing only cold stone walls and simple lighting devices, as well as dark passages extending in all directions with no end in sight.

Although the underground space here is very wide, based on Li Xingkong's experience, informal members will definitely not come into contact with the headquarters of the Killer King organization. This should be one of the branches, and the relative risk will be lower.

However, Li Xingkong didn't have much time.

The time agreed with Luo Yingxue was three days later. Regardless of whether Luo Yingxue would go to the three-day appointment, Li Xingkong must arrive on time.

Therefore, Li Xingkong only left himself two days.

When dealing with such a behemoth as the Killer King Organization, one must be careful and careful every step of the way. A slight mistake can lead to disaster.

Li Xingkong didn't believe that the Killer King organization would casually check the identities and backgrounds of new members, and he couldn't estimate the efficiency of the information collection of this leading organization in the killer world. Therefore, he could only obtain the identity that he had worked hard for two months for safety reasons. Two days' time.

Once it is found that two months ago, Li Xingkong's identity will become blank, which will inevitably arouse suspicion. At that time, it will be difficult to escape unscathed.

So, it's a race against time.

The key is whether the Killer King organization collects intelligence faster or Li Xingkong acts faster.

When you first come here, the first thing you should do is familiarize yourself with the environment. While being led to walk in the underground palace, Li Xingkong silently drew a map in his mind, even estimating the distance from one intersection to the next. He simulated countless times in his mind how he would escape through this place, and how he would escape. It takes a few seconds to cover the entire distance.

Li Xingkong paid special attention to the places that he was told not to approach. Every such place was likely to contain his goals for the trip.

After a brief walk around, Li Xingkong returned to his small room, lying quietly on the cold stone bed, looking up at the night sky alone through the one-foot-square breathable skylight.

Li Xingkong decided to take action in a few hours. Perhaps this moment was the last calm before the storm.

In the small patch of night sky above the skylight, the bright moon could not be seen from Li Xingkong's point of view. Only a piece of silver light fell on him, like the biting frost of the twelfth lunar month in winter.

Li Xingkong suddenly remembered the countless nights he had missed Luo Yingxue.

At those times, Li Xingkong would always dig out everything related to Luo Yingxue around him, maybe it was a page full of magic notes, or maybe it was a piece of used formation materials, and then put it tightly in his heart, as if She also accompanies him.

However, now that he has infiltrated the Killer King organization, Li Xingkong naturally does not carry anything with him. He can only look up at the night sky silently, smiling and waiting for the moment of action, hoping that all sorrow and pain will end here...