Assassination career from full level

To be honest, it was a bit funny for Crick to say these words from his mouth.

Because he is just a child, a small child who can't even read the words, wearing a long cloak that doesn't fit well and dragging to the ground, looking at the five people in front of him with crisp and clear pupils, if what he just said is "Please Give me a piece of chocolate", presumably the most unkind Thad would have offered him one, but that's not what he wanted.

What he wanted was the lives of the five people present.

Katerina didn't realize it until now. She remembered that not only the red-haired young man sitting on the balcony of the building was a killer from the Zion Order, but this child was also a member of Marklia, the one who was pregnant with sickness and A hotbed of madness, the children born and raised there know what killing is from the time they are still breastfeeding. When they pick up the weapons at hand, they already regard killing their own kind as commonplace. Will not regard life as more important than a piece of chocolate, even if it is your own life.

——Children like Crick only look like children on the outside, and they are full of chaotic monsters inside. This chaotic monster may be infected by some foreign things one day in the future And to be tamed may never be tamed.

"Well," En'anke thought, his eyes drifting away from Crick and the other five people, and finally said: "Letting five people fight the undead is like letting a person with only one dollar fight with the undead." It’s like gambling with rich people with unlimited assets, no matter what, you will lose, let us give you a little hope of winning.”

As he said that, En Anke pointed to himself: "I'm sitting here, if any of you can hit me, of course, I will count you as the winner. Not only will I let you enter the Baroque underground palace, but I will also tell you something. It is not very pleasant for you, if you fail to win, you will all leave here or die here-of course, you have no room for bargaining or giving up-finally, this is my personal warning to you, do not Entering that underground palace, the lunatic you want to attack is not such a gentle person like me, you will only die worse."

"You mean Ingram?" Isis asked.

"If you want to call him that..." En'anke shrugged, "Then, let's start."

The last sentence is a declarative sentence. At the same time, Hebrew and Crick moved first. Hebrew swung the silver sword in his hand and aimed directly at En'anke, and Crick also bullied Hebrew at the same time. Before, to be precise, Crick's reaction was slightly slower, but his speed was astonishingly fast, and his next move was also astonishingly fast. Hebrew only paused for less than half a second, even Before he could react, he was thrown out by Crick.

——Yes, it was thrown out, just like two people wrestling in wrestling, and then one person threw the other person out.

The child probably expected that weapons like knives or daggers would not cause any harm to a dead person at all, so he chose a more direct and simple mechanical method. Crick, like his mother, had no idea how to defeat and kill Losing a person has inexplicable intuition and talent, but unlike his mother, he has no aversion to killing people.

Hebrew spat out the snow that he accidentally ate because he fell into the snow just now, and put on his helmet again after fumbling. Although it doesn't matter whether the armor's protective effect is good or not, at least he can eat less snow: "Ah, the physical skills of those killers in Zion, their swords are so famous that they never had the chance to see this. I really don't know how your ancestor Karsoth would feel when he saw this scene. "

"Want to help?" Katerina asked, pressing down on the phalanges of her fingers.

Hebrew was stunned for a moment, and looked back at Katerina and the others. When he took off his helmet, he realized something. After all, relatively orthodox magicians are very resistant to necromancy, let alone a dead man. The creation of spirit magic, and En'anke's purpose and habits Hebera also understands, that guy is just a cat who likes to torture his prey, saying that he is giving them a chance, but in fact he is hanging his prey, giving They hoped a little, and then continued to struggle until his strength was exhausted. He didn't want to see such a thing happen, so he planned to sacrifice himself from the beginning—he should have died a long time ago—to make a direct breakthrough En Anke this obstacle.

However, his companions don't seem to think so.

"I just said why aren't you dead yet?" Sade looked at Hebrew with a disgusted look on his face, and said, "However, in this way, you are the oldest member of our team! Not me!"

Isis shrugged: "Aren't you looking at me in surprise now? I'm an illusionist, I've known it for a long time."

As for Drizzt, he just nodded indifferently to Hebrew. After all, apart from the furry things, nothing seemed to attract his attention—even necromancer magic.

Hebrew smiled, although his smile was hidden under the mask, and he quickly made a gesture to signal Isis to help him, and at the same time said to Katerina: "His purpose is to reduce For our strength, you are Hansel's trump card, only you must enter the Baroque underground palace intact, you only need to protect yourself."

Katerina looked at Hebrew: "This is not a smart decision, it's in En'anke's hands."

"No, you hit the enemy and me to death with a thunderbolt, so you really hit En'anke's arms."

Hebrew said seriously, Katerina clenched her fist tightly, but finally couldn't hold back, and punched Hebrew's armor.

"If you can't win," Katerina said viciously, "I'll become the president of the Bounty Hunter Association, and then ask the Kievan Rus and Nimitz people in each team not to sleep in the same room at night!"

En'anke looked at the battle below with his feet up. His position is really good, it is almost a special seat. He is not very worried that Crick will lose. After all, if death is defined as the only criterion for losing, then the Defiler He is an invincible person. The reason why he proposed this battle is just to let Crick get used to the pain. This child's tolerance to pain is really too low.

After all, he was a child who was pampered and grown up since he was a child, and that woman Olivia used the privilege of a great mentor to save his child from almost all possible injuries in order to let his child avoid Maklia's inhuman education. Chance.

Thinking of this, En'anke couldn't help but lost his mind, recalling his previous life in Marklia, although most of them were unpleasant and bloody memories, but it also made those happy and warm memories of staying with Crick Even more shining, but soon, a silver sword flying towards him interrupted his memory.

has it ended?

No.

Although En'anke didn't care about the outcome of the battle, he knew that Crick was actually a very stubborn child, and children who were favored had such a common problem. As expected, when the sword was about to reach En'anke , the sword stopped suddenly, and almost touched the tip of En'anke's nose.

Blood flowed down the sword towards En Anke, and Crick directly blocked En Anke, which is why the sword did not touch En Anke. Crick did not touch En Anke this time. Instead of crying or howling, he looked at his opponent suspiciously, and then casually pulled out the silver sword stuck in the rib near his right chest, because this silver sword made for adults was not suitable for his child's short It was too long for an arm, so he injured himself again in the process of drawing the sword.

His originally overlong cloak seemed to have been cut in half because it interfered with the battle. Now it looks like a dress, and blood runs down his pale child-shaped calf in lines, reminding En'anke that he has seen him before. A girl's menarche.

En'anke couldn't remember who the girl was, but he knew that the girl was much older than Crick, and there was no similarity between her and Crick except for the same fair complexion, and the gender was different, but They can also arouse En Anke's desire, a kind of sex mixed with tyranny, he longs to have sex with Crick, but also desires to cut him, torture him, he wants to see his tears and blood Flowing down together, but at the same time with sinking eyes and flushed cheeks.

"Brother, I can't hit."

Creek held a dagger in one hand and a long sword in the other, and said in a puzzled tone.

"Can't hit?"

En'anke asked in a casual tone while following the trajectory of the blood flowing down Creek's leg with his eyes.

"I just couldn't hit it. I clearly saw him there and attacked there, but I just couldn't hit it."

"Then don't look with your eyes."

"See without eyes?"

"Well, hit with your eyes closed," En'anke watched as the blood left along Crick's leg, then passed through his ankle, and finally fell on the snow, soaking a blood-red pattern on the snow, his eyes His pupils dilated slightly, but he still didn't move: "For things like illusion, as long as you don't use your eyes to see it, you won't be confused..."

As he said that, En'anke slowly closed his eyes, then turned his right hand into a knife, and stabbed forward suddenly. He felt that his hand had penetrated into a warm and soft place, and then he felt There was a jumping bird in the distance, En Anke smiled, he reached out and grabbed the jumping bird that was struggling desperately in his hand, and then slowly, with an almost cruel movement Wrestled the terrified bird from his tender and soft nest.

"...Illusionist can be considered a kind of magician. As long as you are a magician, it's better not to show off your magic in front of Zion Society members."

En Anke opened his eyes.

In front of him was Isis holding a silver sword in her hand. She was standing on the railing of the balcony, staring at En Anke as if she had seen something unbelievable. At this time, En Anke was holding a Only throbbing birds—blood red, without wings or feathers, birds that don't sing, just blood and throbbing.

The bird known as the heart.

Isis staggered, as if he wanted to take a step back, but fell straight off the balcony.

"It is indeed a good dream."

As En'anke said, he threw the bird off the balcony and let him follow his master.

"That is indeed a very beautiful scene... But that girl is dead, that is not her menarche. To be precise, the scene I saw was a girl with blood on her lower body."

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