Path of light

Chapter 520 521. Black Assassin

The shadow of a sacred tree emerged from behind Roy. After absorbing a large amount of holy light power, the sacred tree suddenly bloomed with flowers of light between its lush branches and leaves.

The rich sacred breath began to drift outward with the sacred tree. Roy stood under the tree, and his body was also emitting a faint holy light.

He raised his arm and found that there was a faint sacred breath flowing between his sleeves.

Roy stood there, carefully feeling some subtle changes in his body when he was promoted to the first level...

Feeling an inexplicable power quickly injected into his body, Roy was full of mixed feelings at this moment.

The first thing he thought of was the Great Priest Reed in the dark land. He still remembered what the Great Priest Reed said to him before going to the Golfito headquarters. The Great Priest Reed told Roy that he might have to grope forward on his own on this road to promotion...

At this moment, he was standing on the terrace and suddenly had an urge to shout out loud.

It took Roy seven years to be promoted from an apprentice priest to a first-level priest...

Then Roy's mind flashed with the faces of Priest Theodore and Priest Anderson. At the Castletown Statue of Liberty, Priest Anderson could not feel the blessing of the Statue of Liberty. He probably felt that he had no hope of promotion in this life, so he decided to break through his own level at the risk of his life. In the end, his vitality was completely exhausted and he died.

Unlike Priest Anderson's despair, Priest Theodore took the risk to steal the Holy Grail of Wisdom in the temple in order to break through the shackles of his body.

It's a pity that the carefully planned theft was accidentally destroyed by a group of slave traders who docked at the port for supplies...

Priest Theodore and Priest Anderson were both devout believers of the Statue of Liberty, but their deaths were more or less related to the inability to get a response from the Statue of Liberty.

Roy felt that his body and the sacred tree were slowly merging into one...

This tree was not absorbing the surrounding sacred power through its roots, but a small magic vortex formed in Roy's body, which was now rotating around the sacred tree. Countless glimmering holy light particles almost all belonged to the sacred tree.

Roy felt that after his body was washed by the holy light, his five senses became more acute than before...

Roy found that the sounds that were originally difficult to hear were gradually reaching his ears...

In the dark night, those scenes hidden in the darkness now appeared in Roy's eyes with a very clear sense of hierarchy.

He flipped open the Book of Judgment on his waist, and a "Hammer of Judgment" condensed purely by the power of holy light appeared in his palm. A small silver hammer exuded a strong sacred breath.

In addition to teaching Roy to concentrate on the "blessing" magic, High Priest Reed also taught him three offensive magics: "Hammer of Judgment", "Hammer of Punishment" and "Hammer of Sanction".

After the Hammer of Judgment is summoned, it will have a very strong penetrating power.

After the Hammer of Punishment is summoned, it will spread outward along a spiral trajectory. The small holy light hammer carries an unstoppable force that can force away all enemies around.

In fact, Roy has never been able to master the Hammer of Punishment. Although he is very familiar with the divine pattern and prayer, Roy rarely uses this divine art. The main reason is that even if Roy uses it, the success rate is extremely low...

The Hammer of Punishment is the most difficult to learn among the three divine arts. Now, as Roy's mind moves, his fingers actually draw the magic pattern array like flowing water. With the prayer hummed in his mouth, a small silver dark pattern hammer appears in Roy's hand.

Roy stood in front of the terrace, holding a silver hammer with a faint sacred breath in each hand. Behind him, a sacred tree with a tree of light flowers appeared, and a sacred breath enveloped Roy's whole body...

His eyes passed through the Dane River and looked at the dark sea in the distance.

Roy threw the Hammer of Judgment in his hand, and the silver hammer turned into a silver glow, flew out of the courtyard, and fell into the Dane River across the street.

The Hammer of Judgment flew out with a faint holy glow.

Under the faint holy light, Roy suddenly found the black-clad assassins hiding behind the courtyard wall with black masks on their heads. They were all staring at Roy on the terrace at this moment, but they didn't expect their bodies to be revealed...

The five black-clad assassins jumped over the courtyard wall and came to the bottom of the terrace in a few jumps.

At this time, Roy had just taken a shower and was not wearing a magic pattern structure. He was holding a heavy book of judgment in his hand...

Roy saw the five black-clad assassins distributed in a fan shape and surrounded him. He immediately threw the hammer of punishment in his hand. The small hammer with silver dark patterns smashed out silently and flew directly in front of a black-clad assassin.

The black-clad assassin dodged the silver hammer sideways. The next second, the silver hammer suddenly disappeared. When the silver hammer appeared again, it was only one finger away from the black-clad assassin's forehead.

With a bang, the silver hammer hit the top of the black-clad assassin's head.

The black-clad assassin, who had been bent forward, suddenly leaned back and lay straight on the ground...

Although Roy knocked out one black-clad assassin, the others had already rushed over.

They jumped onto the terrace, quickly adjusted their direction, and surrounded Roy tightly in the middle.

Roy had calmed down at this moment. Then he found that although these masked black assassins had their faces covered and were wearing tight black clothes, it was very obvious from their body outlines that these black assassins were not elves, but looked more like humans.

Roy's eyes narrowed. Moira and Sabrina next door were not there at the moment.

Mrs. Winnie's Night Blade Leopard also followed him to climb the Partington plane, but did not come back this time.

So, at this time, Roy could only rely on his excellent adaptability to rush towards the door behind him, and he also took the opportunity to inject divine power into the Book of Judgment in his hand.

The black-clad assassin held a black dagger in his hand. The moment he approached Roy, he stabbed him in the back, and the dagger turned into a white light in an instant...

Roy took the opportunity to raise the sacred scepter to block, and the dagger stabbed the handle of the scepter fiercely, shocking Roy against the door of the terrace.

The wooden door shattered...

Roy fell into the room on the second floor, and several black-clad assassins followed him. Then he heard a series of shattering sounds from the window.

Jumping into the living room on the first floor, Roy opened the Book of Judgment again. A small silver hammer appeared in Roy's hand again. Roy turned around and threw the silver hammer out. A silver light hit the black-clad assassin who was chasing him.

Roy took the opportunity to run to the door...

The assassin was very powerful. He calmly dodged the silver hammer thrown by Roy at such a close distance...

Under the pursuit of the black-clad assassin, Roy was forced to retreat step by step and had no power to fight back.

The black-clad assassin behind him had already cut several blood marks on Roy. Roy staggered out of the courtyard and ran along Brown Street to the port pier.

There was an elf guard on the pier. As long as he ran there, he could find some helpers.

Unfortunately, the black-clad assassins behind him were like charged springs. Every time Roy threw them away by being familiar with the terrain, they would catch up with him immediately. Their bodies were full of explosive power.

Every time they tightened their bodies, they would use the explosive power gained when they stretched their bodies to rush towards Roy like a cannonball.

They were obviously running faster than Roy. Roy ran from the yard to the street. Before he could run two more steps along Brown Street, he found two black-clad assassins in front of him and stopped him.

These black-clad assassins surrounded Roy again. This time, he had several wounds on his body, and the blood that flowed out dyed his clothes red...

Roy leaned against the wall of the courtyard, panting and looking at the black-clad assassins around him.

He didn't expect that he would be surrounded and killed by the black-clad assassins just after being promoted to the first-level high priest and didn't know much about his own abilities.

These black-clad assassins surrounded him, almost all staring at Roy...

The daggers in their hands stabbed at Roy's body, and Roy could only hold the Book of Judgment to barely resist the stabbing daggers.

At this time, a dagger just stabbed the Book of Judgment, and Roy hit the wall hard.

The other daggers stabbed at Roy's throat, heart, and lower abdomen without hesitation...

This time, Roy didn't figure out who sent such a group of black-clad assassins. Seeing those daggers stabbing from all directions, a sense of despair surged silently in his heart.

Just before the dagger reached his neck, a dark light streaked across the night sky and pierced into the head of the black-clad assassin...

It was a black feather arrow, which flew silently and passed through his body without any hindrance.

An arrow shot through the head of an assassin in the dark, and he fell straight to the ground, his bloody head fell heavily on the stone slab on the street...

Frightening the other black-clad assassins, Roy took the opportunity to grab the Book of Judgment and pushed away the assassins in front of him.

Then another arrow flew from the dark and hit a black-clad assassin steadily.

In a blink of an eye, three black-clad assassins were hit by arrows flying from the dark.

The last remaining black-clad assassin did not chase Roy again, but rushed straight to the Dane River...

But before he ran a few meters away, a black arrow pierced his back and made him fall on Brown Street.

Roy leaned against the courtyard wall on the street, breathing heavily, his whole body was stained with blood. Although it looked like he had lost a lot of blood, none of the wounds on his body were fatal.

Although each of the black-clad assassins was hit by only one arrow, all of them were fatally wounded. The bodies of the black-clad assassins who fell to the ground even began to cool down.

Killed with one blow.

Roy looked towards the shadows with some horror. The black-clad assassins that he could not get rid of even with his life were not worth mentioning in his eyes...

...

Byron Thor walked out slowly from the dark corner, holding a bow wrapped with cloth strips in his hand, and walked slowly to the bodies of the black-clad assassins lying on the street, carefully pulling out the black arrows stuck in their bodies.

Although he was still full of alcohol and his eyes were full of bloodshot, the murderous intent in his eyes was surging.

After picking up all the arrows, he glanced at Roy, nodded to him, and turned away.

Roy hurriedly followed, and after a few steps, he shouted breathlessly:

"Mr. Byron Thor, thank you for your help!"

Byron Phil waved his hand quickly, and then walked forward without looking back.

Roy endured the pain in his body and followed Byron Field stubbornly. Byron Field stopped in front of a black-clad assassin, squatted down and took off the black mask on his face.

Roy discovered that the assassin in black was indeed a human...

"It's not easy for you to offend these human assassins. You should be careful when traveling!" Byron Phil mumbled something vaguely, and then said to Roy: "Stop following me. Follow me again." Me, I’ll shoot an arrow in you too!”

"I heard that the mission you accepted before was to fight dark creatures in a dark place, so I want to ask you about an elder. He is a mixed elf and a great priest. He went to the dark place a few years ago. There has been no news recently..."

Roy stood behind Byron Phil and said.

Byron Phil's body shook slightly. He turned around and stared at Roy with a pair of sharp eyes.

Roy did not flinch and said directly to Byron Phil:

"Can you tell me about the situation in the dark place? One of my elders is there to resist the army of dark creatures!"

"...Who?" Byron Phil hesitated for a moment before asking.

"Priest Reed, have you heard of this name?" Roy replied casually.

"I have met Reed, he is also a human priest." Byron Phil said calmly.

Roy had not heard from High Priest Reed for a long time. This time when he heard what Byron Phil said, he immediately became excited: "Do you know him?"

Byron Phil's eyes fell on Roy's face, his expression not as sharp as before.

He said with a heavy voice: "Of course, he is the high priest in the Temple of Liberty. During those days in the Dark Land, for a period of time, we were in an army to fight against those dark creatures..."

When he said this, Byron Phil stopped, as if he thought of something bad, and his face became terrifyingly gloomy.

"Can you tell me about the situation over there?" Roy asked again.

Byron Thor paused for a moment before saying:

"Their situation there is very bad. The living conditions there are not only very difficult, but even the supplies of various materials are completely insufficient. During the time in the Dark Land, I was fortunate to get some help from High Priest Reed. But later we were besieged by dark creatures, and most of the members of the mercenary group died in that battle."

"I was also injured. I came back from the Dark Land almost alone. Not many of those mercenary groups could come out of the Dark Land alive."

His voice was extremely dull. Standing on the street, he began to tell Roy about the battle in the dark land.

Only then did Roy know that it was not only the priests in the Temple of Liberty who entered the dark place, but actually some mercenary groups also followed the priests into the dark place after accepting the mission.