Assassination career from full level

"How about it?"

A blond young man with a staff tilted his head and looked at the middle-aged man who was squatting on the ground studying the blurred marks left on the ground. The man was carrying an epee, rubbed the soil with his fingers, and looked around with cat-like eyes .

"The soil is new," the middle-aged man finally said, and then he stood up, his eyes fixed on the dilapidated church with a closed door not far ahead: "It's too new, it should be moved from nearby." Come here, dig up the blood-soaked soil to cover up that there was a battle here."

"It doesn't sound like something that Ingram can do. Let's not say that he is just a six-year-old kid. I can't think of so much. With his personality, it is more likely to kill him and leave it alone. Even the corpse Maybe it won’t be dealt with outside the church.” said the dark-haired woman in a hard dress.

"Granny sounds like he knows him well?" the blond youth said with a smile.

"Everyone knows the eccentric character of His Majesty's son. For him, there is only magic in this world, and humanity and etiquette are outside things. I also heard that his appointment as the next Pope is already a certainty, although Our country decides the next pope based on the level of magical talent, but to be honest, it’s just a formality, not to mention, even if there is a real comparison, who can really compare to that monster.” The black-haired woman Granny replied.

The blond youth frowned: "Then how do we bring him back?"

"Compared to this, Carle, we must give priority to the person who killed the bishop and the two mages who came yesterday." Granny waved her hand and looked at the middle-aged man: "Grant, what are you doing?" look?"

"It's a killer."

"The killer? Could it be the Blood Raider?" Jia Er said nervously.

Grant chuckled: "Although the Blood Raiders are a top assassination organization, the Blood Raiders specialize in killing monsters and will not attack humans. However, they were able to kill three mages quietly without even giving them a chance to ask for help. There are not many killers who have reached this level..." Grant pondered for a moment: "The only ones who can kill magicians and go to the territory of the Papal Kingdom to perform missions are the Zion Society, which is famous for [Magician Killers] .”

Carl cried and said, "Then I'm not very dangerous."

Grannie rubbed Carl's face with a smile: "What do you think Grant and I are doing? Grant and I won't let that killer get close to you. You just need to cast your magic in peace."

"Let's go." Grant also patted Carl's head and said in a deep voice.

Naturally, Grant was the first of the three, Carle was behind Grant, and Granny was at the end—this was to protect Carle from sneak attacks from behind—Grant nodded to the two behind him, and then pushed away the church door. Door.

boom--!

The dilapidated door couldn't withstand the blow and fell directly to the ground. Grant rushed in and pulled out the epee behind him. Unexpectedly, there was no one in the church.

"No one?" Carl asked suspiciously.

"No," Grant stared at the pulpit not far away, bathed in the moonlight. There was dust everywhere, but the pulpit was exceptionally clean, as if it had been wiped off on purpose. Grant walked over, stretched out After stroking it with one hand, he frowned and found that it was still warm.

"Be careful, he's nearby!"

Grant yelled and turned around, but what he saw made his eyes widen.

A boy, a black-haired boy, pulled out a bamboo sword from Jiaer's throat carelessly, even gracefully. Jiaer stared at the boy with lifeless eyes, blood spattered, Jiaer Er's body fell down weakly, and the bright red liquid sprayed onto the boy's black clothes, just like water droplets falling into the sea, without leaving even a trace.

Ge Lanni collapsed next to her, her life and death unknown, but the black-haired boy would not be left alive.

Grant was terrified. Compared with the pain and anger of his companion being killed, surprise and fear prevailed in his psychology, and even distorted his usual calm face. The three of them had not entered this church for more than ten seconds, and he It took me only three seconds to turn around and look at the pulpit, and when I looked back, I was the only one left.

Grant was still in a daze, but the black-haired boy's eyes changed, and he rushed towards him silently holding a bamboo sword. It is said that not only the tip of the sword is sharp, but the body of the sword also has a blade, but this bamboo sword is different. Although he only glanced at the black-haired boy's sword in the moonlight, Grant can be sure that only the tip of the bamboo sword is sharp. , that is to say, this sword cannot use slashing moves, so if you want to kill, you can only use stabs.

Grant's eyes turned cold. As long as he can block his thorn, the black-haired boy will not be able to take the next attack because of the bamboo sword, which means that he will never have a second chance to make a move.

He will die by his own sword.

However, just as Grant swung his sword and the black-haired boy almost rushed in front of him, the boy's figure suddenly disappeared. Grant reacted instantly, but he only had time to look up, and saw the boy's body Jumping high, the bamboo sword in his hand stabbed straight down from the sky, as if waiting for Grant to look up, the boy smiled.

In fact, if Grant hadn't looked up, even if he was just stunned because the boy's figure suddenly disappeared, he would never have died.

Because once he looked up, he showed his neck.

The blade of the bamboo sword pierced Grant's throat.

It only takes three swords to kill three people.

The black-haired boy - Jill stepped over Grant's body and threw the bamboo sword onto the pulpit. The blood immediately stained the white cloth on the pulpit. He nimbly jumped onto the pulpit and sat there, looking up at the sky.

The moon butterfly flapped its wings lightly on the pink flower.

Except for three more corpses on the ground, there seems to be no special change from a minute ago.

"Are you a friend of Ingram's?"

A voice came suddenly.

This time it was Jill's turn to be surprised. At some point, there was a person standing at the door of the church, but he didn't notice it at all.

The person who came was a man, about 30 years old, with silver-gray hair like Ingram, wearing a white robe decorated with red and gold patterned cloth strips, with his hands folded, leaning on a head inlaid The red jade scepter, although the appearance and figure of the visitor are impeccable, the skin on both the face and the hands reveals a bloodless and unpleasant paleness.

The Moon Butterfly flapped its wings a few more times and flew away.

"The Pope...Your Majesty?" Jill asked cautiously.

The visitor nodded, and continued, "If you are Ingram's friend, you can call me Weiss."

"Wes..."

The Pope showed a smile: "Since you admit that you are Ingram's friend..." His face changed suddenly, and he hit the ground with the scepter in his hand: "Why don't you stop him!"

"Block? Why?"

"Are you from Kievan Rus? That's right, people from which country have nothing to do with magic at all," the Pope said in a deep voice, "You have to understand that the more powerful the magic, the more damage it will do to yourself. Although Ingram has a high He has a great magical talent, but he is too small, his body cannot withstand the backlash brought by such a large-scale magic, and now he is using this large-scale technique, which is undoubtedly killing himself."

Jill slowly came down from the pulpit. He looked at the pope in white and asked in a daze, "Will Ingram...will die?"

Before the Pope could answer, Jill almost fell to the ground due to the violent tremor. For a moment, Jill thought that there was an earthquake, but he quickly realized that no, he looked up through the broken ceiling and saw something that he will never forget. scene.

If the sky is calm and stagnant water at a time of calm, then at this moment, this pool of stagnant water begins to flow, the dots become lines, and countless stars draw white star trails, falling towards the earth, and on top of your head In the part of the starry sky, the white star trail presents a spiral formed by countless rings, and the center of the spiral is the moon, and the moon is facing the church where Jill is at this time.

This feeling is as if he is the center of the world, and even fate has to revolve around him at this time.

Jill began to tremble, but it was not because of the shock of the scenery in front of him. He took a step and ran down the church basement. Before Jill could run down the stairs completely, the blinding white light almost blinded his eyes. The basement was as bright as day, The black magic formula drawn by Ingram turned into an incandescent light at this time, and no shadows were allowed to exist in this light.

Except for the dirty robe of the young child in the center of the circle.

"Ingram!" Jill called.

"Ah, Jill," Ingram looked back at Jill, showing an innocent smile: "how is it? Did you see the stars outside? Are they beautiful? Why did you come down? There are obviously more beautiful ones behind. "

"Ingram, stop the spell!" Jill gradually got used to the dazzling white light in the basement.

Ingram froze, even a smile froze on his face: "Why?"

"Why? If this spell continues, won't you die?!"

Ingram looked at Jill, first surprised, then deeply disappointed: "Why does Jill even say that? Doesn't Jill believe that Ingram can use great magic?"

"I think this is already great magic," Jill walked towards Ingram: "And I want you to live more than watching these great magic."

"No! No! This spell has not been completed yet! What great magic is an unfinished spell!" Ingram stood up, stepped back, he stretched out his hand, a transparent barrier blocked Jill's footsteps, Ingram's Looking at Jill with fixed eyes: "Ingram didn't live a very long time, but Ingram felt that the three days with Jill were the happiest three days in Ingram's life. A man who studies these magics for himself, but now, Ingram wants Jill to see my magic too! Jill..."

Ingram couldn't say the next words, because blood gushed out of his throat, and the blood dripped down his chin on the white robe and the incandescent magic circle, and Ingram immediately felt a burst of pain in his brain. With throbbing pain, the scene in front of him became dizzy, he knelt down on the ground, and blood began to flow from his ears and eyes.

Ingram really felt that he was going to die. This was the first time he had faced death. Other than that, he had only indirectly smelled the breath of death from Jill's sword. , obviously in such a bright and warm place, but Ingram seems to have fallen into an ice cave in the cold winter, shivering from the cold. He looked up to find Jill, but because of the blood, there was nothing in his field of vision. It was so bright red that I couldn't see anything clearly.

"Jill...Jill...that's horrible..." Ingram cried.

"Death is terrible, right?" Jill's voice came from his ear, and then Ingram felt himself falling into a familiar embrace. He trembled, but hugged Jill with all his strength.

Ingram was lying in Jill's arms, he didn't know what to think, he shook his head slightly, and said, "No..."

Jill didn't hear what Ingram was saying, but felt that Ingram's arms tightly holding him were loosened, as if he had lost consciousness, the light in the entire room disappeared instantly, and everything returned to darkness.

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