Assassin's Will [Quick Transmigration]

The Song of Dragon War is the music of the gods passed down in ancient times, as if it is telling a myth that has long been extinct.The deep music has penetrated tens of thousands of years.

That was the sound of war.Ancient, yet invigorating.

It seems to be still in the courtyard of the Shenshan Palace, with the goddess wearing flowers on her side, and the triumphant god beside the table, wearing a dragon armor, holding a silver gun, watching singing and dancing.In the next moment, there will be triumphant songs and drumbeats of victory, dancing with the goddess of victory and oath, talking with war and monuments, and the singing will be spread in the sky and on the earth.

Jiang Ye felt that the power was constantly emerging, and the white armor and silver sword were like the god of war.He stabbed towards the god king on the enemy's middle wing, and it was an aurora light.

Once the rebellion comes out, the gods and Buddhas can be punished.

What's more, he once beheaded the god king under the throne, and now the person he loves is by his side, and behind him is the continent where he died tens of thousands of years ago, so he is naturally not afraid.

On the side of the mage, there is a brilliant light magic floating, and anyone who gets close will be burned by the absolute light.He turned sideways and looked at Jiang Ye, who spread his wings and broke into the enemy's formation again. The hovering light magic immediately turned into thin rays of light and followed him.

The staff that emerged in his hand tapped, and the magic shielded his flanks more than a thousand horses.

King versus king, this is a battle at the level of gods, not something that humans can intervene.

And he is like a barrier, behind him are towering trees and the hovering city.

The goddess of life standing on top of the fort raised her hands towards the sky, as if she was holding something.The half-collapsed city was supported by towering trees, and finally had a fulcrum.

It did not fall, like a beam of hope, hanging high in the sky.The ancient city of Auer was the mage's dream town and the initial line of defense. Its symbolic meaning was as important as its symbolic meaning.

Goddess of Life will not let it fall.

And the young man sitting beside her was plucking the strings.Fingers are dancing on the strings, if any monster dares to approach, the invisible melody will make it disappear.

The Goddess of Life stabilized the situation and drew a bow from behind.The feathered arrow hit the bowstring and aimed at the target in the sky.The elves are good at archery, and as the patron saint of life, the goddess of life is naturally not a problem.Not long after, a bunch of monsters were shot down from the sky, like a gorgeous rain of blood.

The young man beside him grinned and said with a smile: "Cissy, don't be so violent. I'm a civil servant, so I can't compare to yours."

"Don't be lazy, if you are caught by me..." The goddess blinked her eyes, pursed her lips reservedly and weakly, but her hands were not soft, and turned into golden arrows, blooming in the sky.

"Be careful behind your back." The reincarnation of the young God of Dionysus hooked the strings, crushed a monster that was about to attack, and then said gently: "Sissy, when the war is over and the crisis is resolved, you don't have to be so nervous about guarding the World Tree anymore. I will accompany you to the mainland for a while, when the time comes, I will show you my wine garden, we will hold a huge celebration banquet, and invite the tribe and friends..."

Maybe it's because he described it too well, the goddess' lake blue eyes rippled, and then she raised her head and looked at the friend who had already started fighting in the sky.

The goddess said softly: "We will win, after all, it is His Highness Xiu."

The mage above the sky is the god of the world, and behind him is the strongest and most elite magic fleet of mankind.Although the strength gap is too large, it still plays an irreplaceable role.

If the magic repaired missed the enemy's army, humans would be the last line of defense for their homeland.

"We can't take a step back, because the front is our hero, and the back is our continent!"

The sky is already golden red.

The two abyss kings are extremely powerful fighters, and now they are commanding monsters to attack the weak mage.For a moment, the momentum was like mountains and seas, as if it wanted to swallow the lonely mage.

But Xiu Zeng is a great magician, so why is he afraid of crowd tactics.The spells he chanted matched the giant dragon under his feet, as if his fragile body was protected by steel and iron bones. He was a never-ending war machine. Every time the magic staff condensed magic elements, it was death waving its wings.

He alone is a mighty army.

Under this kind of carpet bombing, the usually gentle and elegant mage's face was full of awe. Every large-scale spell that swept the battle situation could take away countless monsters.In the crimson sky, what is burning is not the red cloud, but the embers of the mage's flame, which is imprinted in his golden eyes, and also dyes his fair face with a crimson glow.

And he was alone, facing two ancient abyss kings.They are all the strongest fighters, and their physical strength is unimaginable.

The magic cultivated is like a fire dragon devouring everything, burning towards the ancient king.

With a hint of pity in his eyes, he said, "Undead, go where you should go."

The first generation king of the abyss showed his sharp teeth, and said with a sneer, "Master, you are also an undead, and what position do you take to pity us? Arrogance!"

Xiu's eyelashes moved, and he looked at his white hands, but because they used too many magic elements, they were running to the limit, so they couldn't maintain a complete entity.

"Yes, I am also an undead." The mage still smiled slightly: "But the place I should go back to is here."

Wherever the night is, it is home.

It is his eternal hometown.

After all, he raised his hand, and there was an overwhelming light magic, like a sea tide, like a river, like a wild wind in a vast field, sweeping everything.

And the Archmage stands proudly on the golden dragon's back, with the human city and defense line behind him, and the abyssal monsters pouring out continuously under his feet, and he is like a clear dividing line with barriers, but no enemy in front of him can cross his barrier. before.But his thin body, against the light, looked extremely stalwart.

The battle-axe shall not touch his robe.

Nor did the great sword cut a strand of his hair.

The legendary archmage Hugh Saphiris is the ultimate in magic.

"It's better to see and see, the power of a mage." Xiu held a ray of light in the palm of his hand, and the gentle light and the gift of light that had engulfed two generations of kings complemented each other.

No one knows the limits of an assassin.

Ten thousand years ago, he was almost exhausted after beheading the God Queen, but he was still able to hold on and fall into the abyss, deal with everything before ending his own life.After a long period of war, on the battlefield, he is almost an omnipotent ghost, who can overturn the battle situation in an instant, and can also stab the enemy general under the horse.

Write down the rebellion of the night in your bones.

He has been resisting all his life. When he was in the abyss, he resisted his own destiny, struggled to step out of the dark abyss, and walked up to the mountain.When he was controlled by the god king, he deceived and rebelled. Even if he paid the price of exile for this, he never bowed his knees.After Xiu died, even after destroying the dynasty of the god king, he turned back into the abyss and slaughtered everything before closing his eyes in relief.

He is a naturally rebellious eagle, but he only bows down for one person in his life.

But this person is now behind him, watching him with tender eyes, escorting him, handling all obstacles for him, and asking him to focus on fighting the enemy without distraction.

"I will be invincible." Jiang Ye thought in his heart: "You are watching me, I will definitely dedicate victory to you."

He is my wilderness and mountains, sun and moon, morning dew and roses, my hometown, my time and my eternal love.

Jiang Ye finally felt the boiling blood and passion in the battle. He had never felt so alive, living in the present.Every previous battle, to him, was nothing more than a simple, tiresome killing, a one-sided slicing of melons and vegetables.

But this time, it's different.

He finally fought side by side with people to face the eternal fate and ancient prophecy.

The rod of judgment confronts rebellion, gold and iron are intertwined, like a bell ringing.

And after every almost trembling exchange, there are almost bloodthirsty eyes from both sides.

The new and old hatreds are stacked together, the hatred from ten thousand years ago is still eroding his muscles and bones, and the long night of wandering is all thanks to him.Seeing that familiar face now, he already felt hatred burning, so in his eyes, only the god king who turned into the undead, the king of the past, stayed in the cracks of time, and the ghost who turned into was still lying across in front of them.

How hateful!

The king of gods is an unscrupulous hero, but not a kind king.Back then, he regarded common people like ants, and was only obsessed with his own ethnic group and his eternal dynasty.

For this reason, he killed Xiu in an attempt to continue his dynasty in Ragnarok.

But in the midst of madness and destruction, he fell into darkness and killed all his subjects by mistake.

The golden throne, eternal loneliness.

The young assassin is like a vigorous falcon, his figure is unpredictable, like an afterimage.No one can discern his position, he is dormant, like a pure light and shadow, waiting for the chance to kill with one blow.

It was another stab, the difference was that the tough hanging wire bound the hands and feet of the king of gods.

As for the assassin, as soon as he pulled the thread, he forced the opponent's evasive movement to shift by half an inch.That sharp gaze fixed on the scar on the neck, calm and clear, as if it could kill it again in the next moment.

"You are still the same." The King of God smiled and said, "Do you only live in the shadows forever? This is the fate of an assassin. You will never dare to confront me head-on!"

"Jiang Ye, are you afraid of me?"

"Because Xiu is still alive, do you lose the awareness to fight with your life?"

"You are always an assassin who can't get on the stage." The King of God said: "A blunt knife requires the awareness of a blunt knife. Why are you standing in front of me? When I conquer the mainland, I can rebuild my eternal dynasty— —A country where there are only dead souls!"

That is true eternity.

As the spokesperson of the will of the abyss, he will become the master of the world again.

Jiang Ye really didn't bother to remind him that when he was slaughtered back then, it was a serious frontal attack.His dirge pierced through all his defenses, and finally stabbed him to death in the throne, cut off his neck, and sent his head to roll to the ground.

Facing the provocation and bewitchment of the God King, he still remained calm, because he no longer used such desperate tactics.He also finally understood in the battle that there will be people who will cry for his injuries and mourn for his bleeding.

With ties, he has a weakness.

But this is also his will to fight for.

As soon as the golden light of the dagger was lifted, it set off a wild wind of hunting.The assassin's killing intent swept across like a blade, and he stabbed straight in the direction of the king of gods!

After that, he passed many years and fought for countless years.Those experiences, those struggles, are engraved in his bones.Jiang Ye has been advancing and growing in blood and fire.

But now, they are all condensed into one stab.

For an assassin to kill, all he needs is a brilliant and brilliant stab.

It is enough to pierce through the muscles and bones, penetrate the heart and the source, and destroy everything destructively.

But the undead of the god king knew how powerful he was.As an undead, he has only incomplete strength and does not possess his own soul.The Eternal King died ten thousand years ago in the ruined temple. Even if the head was sutured and the penetrating wound on the chest was closed, the broken soul could not be saved.

He is nothing but a monster formed by obsession and hatred.

The silver-haired assassin's wings swept across a graceful arc, like a crazy afterimage, like sound, like light, darting towards the man who had fallen into darkness in the blink of an eye.The stitched wound is the best opening.

The assassin closed his long eyes, and the shattered light like frost and snow was hidden on the blade, like a falling star, attacking the controlled puppet.

He is the brightest ray of starlight.

"Dark Judgment——" The God King knocked on the scepter and cast magic almost violently, trying to seize the opportunity of the assassin's appearance and kill him.

Jiang Ye didn't give him a chance.

He is like a living ghost, like mist and lightning, an imaginary image that cannot be grasped by magic.

His saber light is the only entity, but it is like a bright aurora, coming from all directions.

Enough to penetrate everything.

"Goodbye," he said softly.

Then he cut open the puppet line connected to his back with a sharp attack, cutting off the puppet-like undead from the root.

And the elegy that he was holding on to in his left hand was shining brightly, and with just one stab, he lifted the god king from bottom to top on the tip of the dagger.The body of the undead decays at an incredible speed, and the bright breath of the keel is the nemesis of the undead and darkness.

And his noble face, the originally smooth skin, also began to quickly decay, decay, and weathered into ashes.

Annihilation is actually such a close thing.

The assassin's elegy didn't have the feeling of melting into flesh and blood, even like piercing into an empty skin.Under the body, apart from the flesh and blood produced, there is nothing else.

"There is no eternity in this world." Jiang Ye said to the king whose body began to collapse: "Mountains will collapse, seas will dry up, worlds will be destroyed, and the universe will end...Life will end, gods will disappear, and even death will not be possible." It is eternal."

"The torrent of the times will only move forward, it will not freeze, nor will it go backward."

"Every choice is infinitely possible. God, tens of thousands of years ago, was eliminated by the times—maybe, the era of human rule will come to a complete end one day, and naturally other creatures will take their place .”

"Your Majesty, rest in peace."

The last time he called him His Majesty, it didn't mean any respect, but just stated something indifferently.Then, he spread his wings and hovered in the air, looking at the last god king whose throat and heart were pierced at the same time.

Jiang Ye has had an indissoluble bond with vagabonds since he was young and frivolous. During the thousands of years of ups and downs, he has seen countless births, old ages, sicknesses and deaths, love and hate, and separation from suffering. Confused and shaken by order, he finally polished himself in the search, looking for an answer.

And this answer, after all, he found it in so many years of struggle and running-in with Xiu.

That turned into the assassin's will.

He always fights for freedom.

The vanished king raised his head slightly, half of his body was almost reduced to ashes in the wind, but he still smiled lightly.

"Sure enough, I didn't misread you, Jiang Ye, you are...the sharpest knife."

Jiang Ye tapped his throat with a white silk, and there was blood in that withered body, but it was already black.He grabbed the white silk flying in the wind, watched the ancient king disappear with almost cold eyes.

Annihilated.

"The abyss will not succeed." He said: "Even the will of the world cannot go against such a torrent."

At the moment the God King was beheaded, he heard the mechanical sound of the system.

"Behead the agent of the abyss, the fallen god king: 1/1, SSS-level task: prevent the return of Ragnarok, complete the progress of 90% - 100% - to settle..."

Looking down at the vast land at night, after all the leaders were beheaded, the monster's actions obviously froze.They became dull and slow, scurrying like headless chickens, and were all wiped out by the mage's magic.

"Congratulations to the host, your personal points have reached [-] million, the ultimate reward of the world line, the resurrection [God level], is fully open to you—"

Jiang Ye didn't listen to the system's broadcast anymore, but spread his wings and flew towards the fortress.

As if running towards his future.

When the blood-soaked assassin hugged his archmage from behind, he really felt the reality.The war was drawing to a close, and the mage was exhausted.The remaining monsters are not to be feared, the humans behind have already stepped up to clean up the mess, and they can finally rest.

They stopped on the ancient city of Orr supported by trees, which was the closest to the sky.

Xiu is too tired. He is like a war machine, constantly clearing up the endless stream of abyssal creatures. Even with the talent of being able to use natural elements for his own use, he has overdrawn himself too much.

The forbidden technique he forced to leave in the world also has a limit.

When Jiang Ye embraced him with great joy, his expression froze slightly.

I am afraid that I will return to the world line and start the next reincarnation.

He looked into the assassin's silver eyes, but couldn't say a word.

The Goddess of Life came over. She was carrying a bow and arrow, and she looked heroic and unbelievably beautiful.The blond goddess flicked her hair tied into a long ponytail, looked at Xiu's almost transparent soul, frowned worriedly, and said, "Your Highness Xiu, are you okay?"

"I..." Xiu looked at Jiang Yejun's awe-inspiring face, couldn't bear to lie to him, but sighed, held his face in his hands, and said softly: "If I...disappear later, don't be surprised, don't Panic, I just entered reincarnation."

Jiang Ye smiled, held his hand, and said resolutely: "I will not let you go again, even if it is to snatch people from the world line."

Xiu was taken aback.

System: "Is the communication of the Time Management Bureau connected?"

Jiang Ye held Xiu's hand tightly, knowing that it was finally here, so he replied, "Connect."

A virtual image of a man in black clothes appeared in the air.He propped his chin lazily, and said with a half-smile: "Congratulations, the long-cherished wish has been fulfilled, it will last forever."

"Old ghost Yin, how is the discussion with the world line going?"

"Although the world line is very reluctant to let you go, but I will show off your achievements over the years-it won't do if you don't let people go." Yin Wuji said: "All the senior officials of the Time Management Bureau have been dispatched for you. It was only after talking about it that it was touched. You know, your family has also made a lot of contributions to him, and he has already repaid the kindness of protecting his soul over the years, and if the exploitation continues, who will work for him?"

Jiang Ye said: "Let's get to the point."

Yin Wuji coughed dryly, his eyes fell on the mage, then he bowed and said with a smile: "It's the first time we meet, Xiu Saphiris, I'm Jiang Ye's boss."

Xiu had never heard Jiang Ye mentioned him, so his eyes fell on the assassin.

Jiang Ye touched his nose, turned his eyes to one side, and said, "There is a confidentiality agreement."

"Now it can be revoked—" Yin Wuji shrugged and said, "After all, you will be ours soon."

Xiu: "..." When did he become a member of the Time Management Bureau?

But after listening to Yin Wuji's words, he could guess seven or eight points.

If he can break free from reincarnation, it must be the price Jiang Ye paid.

Jiang Ye was silent for a while, and asked softly: "Are you willing? Xiu. Although you can be resurrected, you still have to continue to work for the Time Management Bureau - if you reject it, I can continue to accompany you into reincarnation, no problem... "

He spent tens of thousands of years doing this.

With all his heart, he wanted him to escape from this endless cycle of reincarnation and return to his side.For this reason, he did not hesitate to keep his mouth shut for many years, wandering silently and forbearingly, chasing after his back.

But before his long-cherished wish was fulfilled, he was still nervously asking for his opinion.

And Xiu, how could he not be happy?

So he smiled and said: "Of course I am willing." Then his eyes softened, and he smiled slightly, "Jiang Ye, I will always be with you."

The assassin's spine stiffened, and then he gently took his hand and kissed his joints.

Yin Wuji said with a smile: "That's good, welcome to join us, Your Excellency Hugh Sapphire, the director of the Space-Time Management Bureau, has been waiting for a thousand years."

"..." I feel cheated.

But he was startled, but still smiled and said: "Okay."

The ace of the Time Management Bureau seemed extremely happy.He seldom had such a pure smile, even Yin Wuji stopped being jealous, pulled his sleeves, stared at him as before, as if staring at the light of a lifetime.

"In the future, we can go to various worlds together."

"it is good."

"Wherever you want to go, I will accompany you."

"En." Xiu smiled, extremely gentle, and he said: "Yes, we still have a long time."

And he will spend the rest of his life with his Mr. Assassin, traveling all over the world.

The journey of two people is not called wandering.

Instead go home.

Decades later, the Rhineland has completely entered the modern civilization.

History is rolling forward, and magic and technology will also merge. The not-too-distant World War I has already been recorded in the annals of history.

In the Olgu School of Magic, the professor is giving a lecture.

"Today we are studying the battle of the abyss. Before you open the textbooks, I will tell you a story." The history instructor of the School of Magic pushed the round-rimmed glasses, coughed lightly, and said.

"Teacher, what kind of story is it?"

"That is a long, long mythical story. The story starts from the mountain of God... According to legend, there is a great mage who has a close friend..."

The Battle of the Abyss lasted seven days, and was called the Battle of Dawn in the annals of the Rhineland.There are also rumors among the people, which are called "miracles" or "the rebirth of the Rhineland".

And the one who dominates the human side, the master assassin and the legendary archmage who came to this world 300 years ago, was compiled into a ballad, and it will be famous forever in the sound of the bard's harp.Their stories are the most widely circulated, and have been written into novels, poems, operas, remakes into movies, and painted into epic paintings. They have been eulogized from generation to generation in this peaceful continent.

That day the song of Dragon War resounded through the sky.

Towering trees rose from the ground, lifting up the fallen magic city and protecting people's homes.

The Archmage opened up a bridge of life and saved many lives.

The legendary assassin Jiang Ye stabbed in the sky, causing the god king to fall, and the victory was established.

Since then, mankind has defeated the myth and deciphered the prophecy.

A more glorious era has ushered in.

The distant epic is already a story, but those who participated in the battle that day indeed witnessed the miracle with their eyes.They set foot on all walks of life, talking about this unrivaled legend.

In today's perfect combination of magic civilization and secular civilization, adventures still exist and peace lasts forever.

"Magic apprentices, write down two names in the textbook. I need you to always remember their names, their achievements and great achievements, and take this as your goal, and strive unremittingly for the rest of your life to become a proud mage."

Under the podium, the faces of the students were like the sun, looking at him eagerly.

So the aged archmage brushed his chest with his hand, gave a respectful salute, and then said solemnly and solemnly: "Legendary Archmage, Hugh Saphiris, Legendary Assassin, Jiang Ye Sheerlun—they are Rhine Continent, eternal star."

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It's over.

Although I was stuck for many days when filling in the ending, and even forgot what I was writing, it was finally over.

The ending is that the two continue to embark on the journey, and they are still well-paid careers (laughs).In fact, this is not the end but the beginning. It is very open and happy. After the repair work, the head of the management bureau when it was airborne, continued to travel with Mr. Ace, and went wherever the honeymoon wanted. World, squeeze the system and subordinates below.

After the end of the War of the Century, their love history was widely circulated. In the original world of the Rhineland, there existed as a myth (it was originally) the story of the legendary assassin and the legendary archmage, and it will continue for a long, long time.

After finishing writing, I can’t say anything, so let’s make up my thoughts on Weibo in the future.

[About extra episodes]

I plan to write when the author has something to say. Don’t be surprised if you see the Jinjiang coin is 1 in the next episode, just don’t block the author if you have something to say.Then write a few chapters to mark the end, and supplement the stories related to the main line.

The remaining part of Weibo was written, and then simultaneously in Jinjiang, a free extra episode was opened. (However, I may write for a long time like squeezing toothpaste) You can follow my Weibo or column, just take a look to see if it is open or not.

I am a very Buddhist amateur author, so I often update this book, Cavin, very irregularly.It turned out that the next one was the same. It was really hard for my readers (wipe away tears). I originally wanted to finish writing in August, but I ran out to practice in August, and it was dragged on for a long time.

But my pigeon essence is very difficult to cure. This article has been serialized until today, and it will be a year in 2 months, which is a long time.I can be considered finished, I have written a relatively complete love, and it is still my ideal appearance.

I really like my youngest son, Jiang Ye (loud).

As for the story of the eldest son Yin Wuji, it is still being serialized. You can click into the column to read "Crossing the Devil and Become a Saint" to watch the unrequited love between master and apprentice.Jiang Ye will continue to play in the studio next door, which will involve the past of Jiang Ye and Xiu, the story of the second world after the age of mythology.

Well, how long will I be writing?

I don't know, maybe crossing the devil and becoming a saint is my last pitfall, maybe the fate next door has been written for several years, and I can't tell.But I am still very grateful to you who read this. Your comments, collections, nutrient solution and Overlord tickets are all the motivation for me to write down. It makes me feel that there are still people who like my story, thank you very much!Comparing!

Hope Xiu and Jiang Ye can be happy.

I also hope that their love can bring you happiness and motivation.

by Mu Chenge

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