In This Future World Full of Heroic Spirits

"Wuming is dead! Four and a half heroic spirit teams are all wiped out! There is definitely something wrong with this entrustment!"

"Are you arguing for your incompetence?" Curse Wrist stood up and circled the three of them with a strange sense of sight.

"The rebellious knight is not easy to deal with as a target, but what I care about is why it failed."

"I don't know, no one survived, I only have some guesses now."

He looked dejected, and he once changed into a policeman to look at it, only to find some traces of the battle that had been erased.

"Wu Ming didn't die at the assassination site, but was killed more than ten kilometers away. The enemy is not like a knight, but an assassin!"

"Huh? You mean that there are guards beside the target?"

"Yes, I am inclined to that half-heroic spirit named Rosen, and there is no other explanation."

Rosen?

Thanks to Assassin's huge intelligence network, even Hassan, the curse-arm, has heard of the name even though he is often active in Eastern Europe, but apart from his name and appearance, he doesn't know his specific strength.

Seeing him lost in thought, the other hundred-faced Hassan became excited:

"Don't worry about these side details! First report the matter to His Majesty the Old Man of the Mountain, and let him make a decision!"

"Old Man of the Mountain? I will definitely report it, but before that..." No honorific words were added to the cursed wrist, and the cloak suddenly fell apart, revealing a strong body and a reddened right arm.

This state of attack made Baimao's pupils shrink sharply, and he exclaimed, "Curse wrist! Do you want to rebel!?"

The three were combined into one person, and his strength had also improved considerably, but before he could make a further reaction, a throwing knife pierced through his chest, and the crushing force directly nailed him to the wall.

Blood spurted out, facing the 'companion' with wide-eyed eyes, Hassan the Cursed Wrist slowly walked over.

"Unfortunately, my loyalty does not belong to the man of the mountain!"

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Chapter 110 Six Killing Intent (Second Update!)

Hassan of the Hundred Faces was beheaded by Rosen [-]%, and the remaining strength was not as good as that of a stronger half-heroic spirit, and the strength of Hassan with the Cursed Arm was several times that of usual, killing him instantly with just one blow.

The blue particles gradually rose, and under the fear of death, the hundred-faced Hassan, who was nailed to the wall, kicked his legs and gradually became crazy:

"Betraying Your Majesty is killing yourself! Do you want to hear the bell ring?"

"The bell of the dead is ringing for yourself, Baimao, I thought you had the same pursuit, and existed in this world as a single person!"

The name Bach Hassan is now jointly owned by more than a dozen people, and they are indistinguishable from each other, which is unacceptable.

Before Baimao could answer, the right hand protruding out of the cursed wrist was already placed on his chest, and began to devour the opponent's body to transform himself. The magic power was slowly increasing, but Baimao's anger and fear had no effect at all.

Killing, killing in any way is work, and the curse wrist is as calm as water.

The whole process lasted for half a minute, and the moment the blue particles disappeared, the whole transformation process also ended at the same time.

The curse wrist took a deep breath, calmed down the slightly strange body after the transformation, turned around, narrowed his eyes and looked into the depths of the cellar.

The sound of high-heeled shoes hitting the ground gradually approached, and a woman with an excellent figure slowly walked out from the shadows.

The long white hair was scattered casually, the black net stockings wrapped a pair of beautiful legs, and the clothes were even more unrestrained, revealing all the places that should be covered up.

"Ah, is it your loyalty to attack your companions mercilessly?" The deep voice was as mature as the appearance, like a ripe fruit.

The brighter the fruit, the more piercing the barbs on it, the curse wrist glanced at the other party without any desire.

He put on the cloak and replied in a deep voice:

"Since I was awakened by that lord, my loyalty has long been attributed, so this Hassan is not my companion."

"Hehe, it's really ruthless."

The woman looked at the dissipated blue particles, as if regretting that she had no chance to suck the blood of the strong man, she sat down slowly, her plump legs crossed together.

"Your Excellency Camilla, the word ruthless should be applied to you." The curse wrist countered lightly.

"I like to call it the price paid for the pursuit of beauty." Camilla chuckled, her face suddenly became solemn, "Master Maeve orders, find a chance to get rid of Mordred."

"Rebellious knight? This person is not easy to deal with. Also, don't use Maeve's orders to pressure me. The object of my allegiance is not her."

The curse wrist said lightly, clenched his fist tightly with his right hand.

The strength of this body is bestowed by adults!Since the Lord wants the rebellious knight to die, then she must die!No matter who is blocking in front!

The cold killing intent and sense of superiority made Camilla frown slightly. Is this self-righteous fool proud of his original depravity?

It's a pity that the reality is not a certain game, with stars to reflect superiority, and the curse wrist that has been strengthened several times is not something that Camilla can resist.

With a chuckle, this topic was covered, and Camilla drank red wine, trying to keep her tone as calm as possible:

"Mordred wants to kill, but don't forget what the real purpose is. We will open the twilight of Europa."

There was something in the words, as if a complicated plan was about to unfold, the curse wrist obviously knew the inside story, after nodding, his fingers slid on the table.

He is drawing a map, a map from Asia Minor to Gibraltar, including France, Rome, Macedonia and even Uruk. This is a huge plan, and countless heroic spirits will participate in it, and it is unknown how many will fall.

"Rome will be destroyed first, and France won't last too long! My lord's plan will never fail!"

The loyalty of the curse wrist makes him have absolute confidence that when he completes this great deed, he will definitely be remembered in the annals of history!

Camilla really wanted to talk about Britain and the East, so she hesitated for a moment, put these words in her heart, and quietly listened to the curse wrist and said: