Assassination career from full level

"Sorry, can I ask a question?" Benjamin said suddenly.

The red-haired young man seemed unimpressed by Benjamin's polite and gentlemanly behavior, frowned slightly, and said, "Please."

"What's your name?"

The red-haired young man paused for a moment, as if he was thinking about Benjamin's intentions, but he finally gave his name.

"... En Anke."

"It's a very interesting name. I was lucky enough to hear the name of En'anke, the streamer - needless to say, although there are quite a few people named En'anke, there are really not many people who can be connected with a child named Crick. ——You are the great mentor of the Zion Society, and you turned the tide in a Zion Society disaster, and even repelled the army of Arathor..." Benjamin saw that En'anke's face became a little impatient, and then He stopped the compliment just in time, and got straight to the point: "This is just my personal curiosity, but... why did you, who should have died in the last battle with the Arathors, appear here as an Abyssal One? Why... …Crick also fell into the Filth, and is still with you?"

"I don't think I'm obligated to satisfy your curiosity," En'anke said coldly, "I just gave you two choices, get out of here, or die here."

"You are so cruel," Benjamin shrugged, "Then I will temporarily put aside my personal curiosity and talk to you about Ingram... I think we have nothing to hide, right? We We all know that Ingram will not die, he will just disappear from this world - as far as I know, he has already touched the magic of the shadow level, and the only thing he faces is the fate of being swallowed by Sayakar, in other words, He is already the Unfiltered."

Gretel opened his eyes wide in surprise, while Hansel remained expressionless. He even reached into his breast pocket and took out a cigarette to smoke—it seemed that they would chat for a while anyway, and the lack of With Benjamin's help, it was impossible for the two of them to get out from here, so they had no choice but to listen to their speech quietly.

"Really?" En'anke didn't seem to be very interested: "That's just a question of your understanding. For me, after my physical death, I was swallowed by Sayakar and went to a ghostly place like the death realm. It makes no difference."

When Crick heard the word death, he suddenly looked sideways at En'anke: "Death? The place we stayed in before? I really don't want to go back... that's terrible."

En'anke patted Crick's head as a consolation. In fact, he couldn't say anything like "I won't go back to that ghost place again"-for an undead creature, any Promises are terrible incantations, because they make promises and promises without death as the end - and then go on: "When I say death, I mean Ingram's physical death - poisonous blood Syndrome, have you heard? Ingram won't heal magic, he didn't heal himself with other methods until three days later, but by that time his wound was already infected and he had been suffering from toxaemia for almost a month Now, even Crick can see that he has a high fever. According to my experience, today, tomorrow, or the day after tomorrow, he may die of shock, suffocation... or something like that. I have seen many people die from this disease before my mentor, in fact, this disease is very difficult to appear, but once it appears, it is a dead end."

Hansel snorted softly. In fact, people like Kievan Rus who like to use knives and guns are indeed very difficult to suffer from diseases such as toxemia. Most Kievan Rus people are immune to it, but for Not so for the Nimitz people. They are more likely to suffer from wound infection and toxemia after injury, not to mention that Ingram has spent ten years in sterile fluid and has not accepted the challenge. His immune system was extremely fragile, but Hansel was surprised if Ingram was fine.

Ingram's death seemed to be a certainty, but Benjamin shook his head: "No, that's the point, even if you remove the fact that Ingram became a filthy man, he won't die—I mean Physical death."

En'anke finally showed an expression of interest and surprise: "It's impossible, no one is immortal, even if the soul cannot return to the original sea, the body will decay."

"No, Ingram won't," Benjamin looked at Enanke: "This is why I want to talk to you-Ingram has died once, so he will never die again. "

En'anke narrowed his eyes: "...what do you mean?"

"I will explain to you, Ingram will not become a filth, he will become something more terrifying than a filth," said Benjamin, who often smiled at that time, and even looked around with blue eyes. There is no one around the cube, as if there are other listeners besides the few people here: "Even if your Kievan Rus brains are not interested in magic and roots, what I am going to say next is better than five It is even more terrifying that 500 million people die, you must keep in mind one thing - never let Ingram touch the root cause!"

"Ur, they won't really die, will they?" Sadefu lay on the boulder of the fallen dome, looking at Ur with some anxiety.

"Wow." Ur stared at Thad with a pair of dark round eyes.

"I said you two, get out of the way."

"What did you say?!" Sade frowned.

The person who spoke was a demon clan. You only need to look at the hair that glows with metallic luster, as if braided with extremely fine steel wires, to know that it is a sword demon. At this time, she frowned, looking in a very bad mood. De's provocative words, said coldly: "Open the barrier of defense, no, I advise you to leave quickly, or you will bear the consequences later."

Sade was stunned for a moment, but before he could react, he saw a beam of light with the outline of a sword appearing in the sword demon's hand, and then a black and purple tongue of flame engulfed out, covering the entire body of the sword. The light faded, and what appeared in the hands of the sword demon was a real sword. It was a sword made of red gold, half its height, and the blade was burning with black and purple flames. Sade just looked at the sword with evil the color of the flames, they were terrified.

Shocking salamander, this is the name of the sword projected in the hands of the sword demon. It is a sword made by the dragon clan in legend. The flames surrounding the sword are the breath of the dragon. The most ferocious salamander in the sea dives as deep as the sea, hence the name of the sword—this is the ability of the sword demon. The sword demon can be said to be a collection of all weapons in the world, and it is not limited to swords, and even It is not limited to swords, guns, axes and axes, but anything that can be included in the definition of [weapon] is an object that the sword demon can control. The sword demon not only has the memory, casting and use methods of all weapons, but can even act like a weapon. In this way, one can project exactly the same anytime, anywhere. As for why he calls himself a sword demon instead of using other names to refer to himself, it is said that the sword demon prefers swords as weapons.

It was too late to say it, but when Sade was still amazed by the peerless sword that appeared out of nowhere, the sword demon held the sword and waved it casually, and the black and purple flames swept out like a whirlwind along with the blade, black and white. The purple flame burned the boulder under the sword demon's feet, and the boulder began to melt under the burning of this terrible flame. Sade quickly understood what would happen here—magma, this terrible flame was trying to burn and Heating these incombustible stones, the grand hall of the underground palace of the Baroque school will soon become a miniature crater. Even if you open the defensive barrier, you will probably be suffocated to death by the poisonous gas and smoke from it .

"Wait! There are still people down here! They may still be alive!"

Sade panicked. Although he knew he should leave here quickly, he still couldn't help reminding the sword demon.

The sword demon maintained the movement of inserting the sword on the huge rock, squinted at the elf larva lying on the huge rock, and was protected by a huge bear-like orc beside him, and sneered: "Human? You It's an elf, and I'm a monster race, I don't think we need to care whether there will be human beings alive under this pile of boulders, or whether my actions will kill those human beings."

"I……"

Sade's words stuck in her throat, yes, she is an elf, she knew this since she was a child, her pointed ears and phantom pupils remind her of her special identity all the time, she is always admired by others , Surviving in amazed eyes, she is not a human being, and there is no one of her kind on this continent ruled by humans. She despises these humans with low understanding of magic. She hates these humans who always grow up quickly, get married, The human beings who gave birth to children and finally died, these human beings were always pleasing her, and when they made her happy, they passed away quickly, just like flowers that can only bloom for one night.

It seems that in this world, she is the only one who has not changed, and only she will not change.

However, she was also raised by humans, raised by those humans she despises to be able to walk, teach her to read, teach her magic... She loves humans, she even wants to be human, so that she won't look at those The person who made her happy was defeated by the feet of time, and she could do nothing—at least, she would never be like those native elves, watching the human beings who were her companions die in front of her and remain indifferent.

"There's no one down here."

Sade who heard the voice of the sword demon suddenly raised his head and looked at the sword demon in surprise, but the sword demon still just looked down at her coldly: "The human beings you said should have broken into a deeper layer of the secret room, so if If you stay here without changing your mind, there will only be one more roasted elf hatchling."

Sade's phantom eyes lit up again. She patted Ur on one side, used the floating wind magic, and quickly left the hall that was about to become a crater. She knew that she was the only one alone. No, she had to go and call up her companions who were still in Lucania—hopefully before it was too late.

Just after Sade left the collapsed hall, the ghostly figure of Xiaoyao came out from the shadow of the ruins. Although it came from this hellish hot place, Xiaoyao's movements seemed very leisurely, after all, it felt No heat, no pain.

"What you say is always very unlike Yaozu." Xiao Yao said coldly.

"What does the Yaozu say?" asked the sword demon.

"Although all the monsters don't necessarily like to tease others like me, at least other monsters don't give as much advice to humans as you do, let alone save other people's lives." Xiao Yao shrugged: "Why? Is this the sword's dependence and love for its master? Did you inherit the memories of those weapons and their feelings for their master?"

"Compared to this, I think you should care about other things." The sword demon avoided the topic: "You were tricked by the Pope. It seems that your prediction is not so accurate, isn't it?"

"I don't always see everything." Although Xiaoyao tried her best to relax her tone, it seemed to say that it was not the case with her teeth: "But I have to say, he is really beautiful—— —Weisslas Friedrich Engel."

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By the way, does anyone still remember the Pope's name?

anyway i don't remember orz