A peerless killer possessing a cat girl assassin from another world

At a certain section of the city wall, Hamar, the clan leader of the Winter Wind Clan, was commanding his soldiers to bombard the sandstorm in the distance, but he suddenly felt something leap up behind him.

Looking back, I saw a giant blue and white wolf jumping around on the ridges inside the city wall, preparing to climb up the wall.

Looking closely, there was a small figure lying on the wolf's body.

"It's been a mess all day... Hey, I'll leave this to you. I'll go take a look."

"Yes!"

......

On the other side, Frost Sky had just climbed onto the city wall when he was stopped by a dwarf wearing a cave bear skin.

"Hey, stop."

Hamar drew his bow and drew his arrow.

When he got closer, he realized that the giant wolf in front of him was very unusual. Based on his many years of experience in taming animals, he knew that this kind of wolf king had the aura that could not be tamed.

Shuangtian immediately expressed his hostility towards the people who blocked his way, baring his teeth and letting out a series of low growls.

"Um...I'm sorry..."

When the two sides were on the verge of a fight, two cat ears appeared on the giant wolf's tall body, followed by a small face that Hamar was quite impressed with.

"It's you, the hairy-eared girl...your wolf?"

"It's a friend...It's called Frost Sky."

"What do you want to do? It's dangerous outside."

"Sorry, uncle, I have to leave the city urgently..."

"No, it's safest to stay in the city right now. If there's anything urgent, wait until we get through this."

"but......"

"Stop talking, I can't possibly agree to that."

Wu Yue was about to continue explaining when he heard a commotion in the distance.

In the sandstorm in the distance, the huge dragon head let out a low roar, and then slowly opened its abyss-like mouth, in which seemed to be countless resentful souls gathered.

Such a scene can only be seen clearly from a distance.

"Woo-ho!!!"

The dragon first let out a symbolic roar towards the sky, and then, from the direction of the dragon head, a series of obscure syllables burst out:

"Klo Strun Dah"——

Just three simple and short sounds were enough to create a huge yellow "tsunami" that rushed towards the city wall, intercepting all the rune shells along the way.

"Damn..."

Cold sweat broke out on Hamar's forehead.

The dragon's roar evoked fear deep in the soul of everyone who listened.

It was as if we had returned to an era when people were ruled by dragons.

Taking advantage of Hamar's distraction, Wu Yue, who had recovered in advance, patted Shuangtian. Shuangtian immediately understood, jumped up onto the mountain closest to the city wall, and ran away in the blink of an eye.

......

"Master, is that...a dragon...?"

Wu Yue looked at the remaining smoke from the explosion in the distance and said in a daze.

Although Wu Yue would not fall into a trance easily with his current mental strength, he was still controlled for a few seconds by the dragon's roar.

"Without a doubt, the King of Dragons..."

Bai Ye discovered that he had always underestimated the terrifying power of the True Dragon. He thought that it was at most a few percentage points stronger in every aspect than the bulky creature in the Death Canyon, and that was all.

Today is an eye-opener...

With only the dragon soul left, it can still be so powerful.

Perhaps the power of the dragon race does not lie in its so-called huge body, or its pure use of magic power.

Their strength is a strength engraved in their souls, and they truly deserve to be at the top of the fantasy species.

But this person right now is not a "fantasy" kind, he is a demigod who really exists in this world...

"Master, now that we are out of the city, what should we do next?"

"Wait a minute. Those guys haven't made a move yet. We can attack when necessary."

Bai Ye also knew that the thing could not be completely eliminated, and neither he nor Wu Yue had the strength to challenge such an existence.

In fact, Bai Ye was a little worried whether the saints in the city could cause effective damage to him.

Now Bai Ye still holds a strategic weapon of the church in his hand. I wonder if the power contained in it is enough to defeat Behemoth...

......

Adventurers Guild.

"Hey! What happened outside the city? Why is there no movement from the guild?"

"Have those visions begun to attack the city?"

"I want to accept the commission, and I want to accept the commission now!"

A large number of adventurers gathered here, demanding that the guild issue a commission immediately.

After all, when you hear a big commotion outside the city, you know there's a lot of money to be made.

"Everyone, please keep quiet! The president has gone to take care of important matters and will be back soon!"

The staff maintaining order shouted loudly.

"Everyone!"

Finally, Kurt appeared at the guild gate.

The scene gradually quieted down.

"Everyone, I'll just say what I want to say."

"The strange phenomena outside the city have further escalated. The Guild has now accepted the commission from His Majesty the Dwarf King and, according to previous rules, is calling for adventurers."

"But I must say that the risk of this commission is the most important. You are about to face the legendary 'King of Sand', Behemoth..."

"Behemoth? Which one is Behemoth?"

"I've never heard of it..."

"Sand King...hiss...could it be..."

Most adventurers have never heard of the name Behemoth.

Only a small number of experienced desert adventurers sensed a sense of familiarity.

"The King of Sand, I know that the dragon that lives beneath Muchasar is not bragging! He really exists!"

Speaking of this, this desert dweller actually felt a sense of pride...

"Cough cough."

Kurt coughed to calm the situation.

"Whether or not you have any knowledge of Behemoth, I will explain it to you all now."

"What we are about to face is an army of undead made entirely of sand, and the dragon soul of Behemoth."

"I think you have seen those undead spirits in previous commissions..."

"That's right. Although it looks scary, it's easy to deal with..."

An adventurer immediately spoke up.

"Well, you think it's easy, probably just because they weren't that threatening when they were alive."

"......What's the meaning?"

"What this means is that these undead spirits are merely imitating their own behavior patterns in their previous lives, which is also known as the 'shadows of the past'."

"In other words, mirages. I believe that adventurers who often cross the desert have seen them more or less. This visual effect is caused by the refraction of light, which projects distant scenes here..."

As a scholar, Kurt unconsciously fell into explanation mode, confusing many adventurers with lower cultural levels present.

"... President... can you tell me the point?"

"Sorry... Anyway, this is an analogy. The resurrection of these undead is like a copy and projection of their original 'body'... So..."

"So their powers are actually different because of their different strengths in life?"

"Yes, that's true."

"For example, I have a master friend who died in the desert... Now he has been resurrected by necromancy... Is he still the master?"

"If you don't consider other factors, your example is fine."

For a moment, many adventurers were in an uproar.

Even a child on the mainland has heard that Muchashar is a place of death.

Not to mention the group of adventurers who hang around the desert all year round.

"That is to say, now the whole area outside the city is..."

"Could there really be some strong men above the Grandmaster level? Given their strength, they won't die here so easily..."

"Bullshit! The more dangerous the place, the stronger the dead people will be, right? In my opinion, it wouldn't be strange even if a Saint appeared..."

"That's the end of us, isn't it? If there really is a Saint-level ghost in there, we're all waiting to die..."

There was a lot of discussion in the guild for a while, and signs of retreat were visible to the naked eye.

"So, everyone, after knowing the difficulty of this commission, are you still willing to participate?"

Kurt himself would not have any expectations for low-level adventurers.

"......Mr. President, you have to give a higher price. Otherwise, who would be willing to put their head on the belt and work?"

Someone below joked.

"ten times."

Kurt said calmly.

"For participants, the fee will be ten times the base commission for the temporary solicitation."

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