Assassination career from full level

Ingram took a step forward.

He didn't attack that thing. In fact, the moment that thing threw out the black dagger, Ingram's eyes were not on him, he just looked at the dagger, walked to the Before the pitch-black dagger, then crouch down.

The blood on the dagger was still red, and it looked fresh, that is to say, 10 minutes ago, or 10 minutes ago, Jill was still alive, in this church that was only a kilometer away from him, so short In that time, Ingram lost his Jill.

"why……"

Ingram picked up the black dagger, stood up, and held the blade of the black dagger with his other hand. I don't know if it was an illusion, but the blood on the blade seemed to still have Jill's temperature.

why?

Obviously Jill is mine.

Obviously, I should be the only one who can kill Jill.

This kind of thing, this kind of thing that doesn't even have a name, can't even be considered a person, how can it kill Jill? !

"Hahahaha, magician, you actually picked up that dagger," the thing laughed mockingly, "Don't you know? It's a dagger made by the Dideks. This kind of pitch-black metal is said to come from the world of the shadow plane. No matter what kind of magic power it is, it will disappear in front of him. If you force it to activate it, it will only cause several times and dozens of times of backlash. Are you holding that dagger? How about using magic? Or, are you going to fight me with that dagger? As a magician, are you going to fight the magician killer with a sword?"

"No problem, let's do it."

Ingram lowered his head and said softly: "Anyway, killing the other party is the only tacit understanding between us, right?"

The thing chuckled, and the next second the blade flew out of the scabbard with a "clang". The thing ran up without any fancy moves, and the sword directly slashed towards Ingram's face in a straight line. Door.

Ingram still stood with his head bowed. He neither waved the dagger in his hand nor showed any signs of mobilizing magic.

He obviously didn't do anything, but the sword of that thing was deflected. This sword didn't directly cut Ingram's head in half, but chopped on his shoulder. It was a sword with deep bones , blood splashed out, Ingram couldn't help but took half a step back, but he still didn't make any reaction, still lowered his head, and then held the pitch-black dagger in his hand like holding some treasure.

The thing clicked his tongue and flashed behind Ingram.

The tip of his bandaged right finger began to ooze blood.

The deflected sword just now was of course not the result of that thing being merciful, but because of the hand. This body is very insensitive to pain, but a wound is a wound. The feel of the sword is affected, and besides, the injury Rils received from Katerina at the time has not healed completely. Just holding the sword will feel dull pain. If it is an ordinary person, let alone holding the sword , I am afraid it will be difficult to even move.

"Hey, hey, are you really planning to stand like this and not fight back? That's too boring."

Of course, Ingram, as expected, did not answer.

That thing casually threw the sword from his right hand to his left. Although he thought that the right hand in his hand would be slightly deviated, he didn't expect the deviation to be so serious. If he had known this, he would have used his left hand. Although he is not good at using the left hand, he has never Judging from the current situation, the left hand is more convenient and more stable, and it will not further aggravate the injury of the right hand.

"Then I will cut your neck with the sword."

If only it didn't take the damn time to suppress the barrier just now.

Obviously, the deep bone wound on the shoulder was bleeding, and his brain was groggy due to the overdraft of magic power and blood loss. It felt like a severe hangover, but Ingram's mind was still hopelessly thinking about these things It doesn't matter, because apart from these, Ingram doesn't know what else to think about in his mind. As for the physical pain, that thing doesn't matter at all. Any pain can be eliminated by another greater pain. For Ingram, there is no need for the pain of the wound to divert his consciousness from that vast, but at the same time, overwhelmingly empty grief.

Even death standing behind it is the same.

That thing abandoned everything he was as Riels, in a way, he took off his armor, but he also took off his restraints, and at this time his speed and strength really returned to his true level , is comparable to Jill, who is known as the top magician killer, no, he has even surpassed him by far. If it weren't for the previous hand injury, Ingram at this time would have been a dead soul.

But at this time, Ingram was just a living shell, and he was still stubbornly holding the dagger that could absorb and suppress all magic power, unable to mobilize the magic power, and he was too lazy to raise his hand to defend.

But even so, Ingram was unwilling to throw away the dagger stained with Jill's blood in his hand. Although he knew that as long as he threw away the dagger, he might survive from that thing, but Ingram didn't want to do that. Do it, he felt like he had left Jill again.

And carrying this dagger is undoubtedly a dead end.

Knowing that he is going to die, Ingram is still inexplicably happy, because as long as he dies, he can be with Jill again, right?What happens after death?Will we really meet the Creator?Or, will it just disappear and cease to exist?But, no matter what, Ingram can see Jill again, even if it disappears, that's not bad.

After all, why would I want to be with Jill so much?

Although Jill is much smarter than those incompetents, if it is only at this level, he is similar to his brothers and sisters, and he can barely get rid of the title of incompetent. He is not a nobleman, has no family background, and has no money. Although the body/fluid is very sweet, it is still a little short of the real sweetness. Ingram has tasted sweeter than this.

why?Why was I so surprised and delighted when he first accosted me at the Academy of Magic?Why do I rely on him so much after sharing the same bed for three days?Why do I wake up so angry and want to be with Jill?Why do I think about it now, as long as I'm with Jill I'm happy?

Obviously for Ingram, this is just someone he has known for less than half a year.

Ah, that's right, because in Jill's eyes, Ingram is a child, a human child who doesn't understand anything, an innocent child, and he loves Ingram as a child , come to teach me a lesson, not the son of the pope, nor the future pope, not the soul loved by the root, nor a dangerous monster, nor a tool for magic experiments or the energy of the astrolabe, just an ordinary child, he hopes that he Like an ordinary child, I will not die in the backlash of magic spells. I hope that I can live without killing people like an ordinary child. I hope that I can grow up well, like an ordinary child. , and live your life.

Ingram has always hoped that someone could treat him like an ordinary kid like this.

Everything in the past was as beautiful as a dream, but now everything is as dirty and desolate as stagnant water.

The last word said by that thing had landed, and his sword stabbed at Ingram again like a stream of light.

Ingram clenched his teeth sharply. The magic power that had solidified in his body poured into the dagger in his hand like a river pouring into the sea.

Void bite, that's why this dagger can absorb and suppress the production of magic power. Most substances at the level of shadow have this characteristic, which is nothing to the demons, but for the magic power at the level of reason, Void bite is able to transform all the magic power of the level of reason into the magic power that exists in the level of shadow and relies on the magic power of demons to cast magic. In contrast, this magic power that exists in the level of shadow will return to the caster , It became the so-called backlash.

Of course, it is right to say that this kind of thing is the nemesis of the magician, but it is also correct to say that it is the savior of the magician, because if the magician can use alchemy to decompose the substance with the property of phagocytosis, and understand the characteristics of it, And according to this characteristic to transform the body of oneself or the experimental subject, it is equivalent to the magician having a medium that can directly touch the shadow level, and also has a container that can cast shadow level magic. There is such a precedent, but the decomposition of alchemy is an extremely difficult threshold, and the phantom of the shadow level is unheard of. Even if one can master the medium of the shadow level, it is only necessary to learn and find the magic of the shadow level. , it will take at least a few decades.

But this is not a problem for Ingram. The arrangement of the children of the root is higher than the level of reason and shadow. As long as the container allows it, no matter what kind of magic can be used.

However, in this way, Ingram's soul is considered to be a soul defiled by the demons, not accepted by the Creator, and the soul cannot return to the original blank. Hovering in Sayakael's stomach as a filth, he couldn't even die and meet Jill.

But even so, knowing exactly what kind of end he would be reduced to, Ingram wanted to kill that thing, who was so arrogant that he dared to take away Jill's things without authorization!The thing that took away my supposedly happy future!The thing that killed Jill!A mere incompetent, a mere scum that can't even be considered a human being!

Almost at the moment Ingram decomposed the characteristics of the dagger, the blade of that thing also cut Ingram's neck.

He was sure that he was going to strike. Although he was still not used to using his left hand, the aim shouldn't be too bad. He did feel that something had been cut off, and he did see the blood spurting from the neck of the silver-haired magician. .

But, why, that thing turned back in a daze, looked at Ingram who was standing there, looking at him with indifferent eyes, Ingram leisurely stretched out one hand, and the other hand was still holding the whole body black gun. His outstretched hand maintained a strange posture, as if holding a key in his hand, and then he turned the key counterclockwise half a turn.

As if an invisible knife slashed on the neck of that thing, half of that thing's neck was cut open suddenly, and the blood exploded in the air like fireworks, spreading all over the walls and floors. With incredible eyes, and the half of the neck still connected to the body, he fell straight down.

In the silent church, there was a dull sound of objects falling to the ground, and then everything was silent again.

"Cause and effect are reversed, and the latter is the first to be broken."

Hearing the voice, Ingram turned around and saw Xiao Yao wearing a black cloak, applauding as he walked down the stairs: "Even the Son of Root can analyze the matter of the Shadow Realm in such a short period of time, and in the Completed the transformation of my own body in an instant, and used this advanced shadow magic, how beautiful, Ingram Friedrich Engel."

"You are the incarnation of the so-called miracle."

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At night, the words of the code are blurred, and when I wake up in the morning, the whole article is full of bugs(?_?)

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