Spellcasting Heavens

Hahahaha! Tyrant! Go to hell! For the sake of the innocent people who died tragically in your hands!

Feeling the reality coming from the dagger in his hand, the assassin knew that his extremely dangerous assassination plan was successful. He laughed happily, without even the slightest intention of escaping, and planned to accept death happily.

To be precise, he knew that it was impossible for him to escape, so he was already prepared to sacrifice his life.

Perhaps in his opinion, being able to exchange his own life for that of an ambitious tyrant was simply what a legendary hero would do.

But in fact, he is just a poor man who was deceived by heroic stories, an idiot who was used by the nobles and the royal family without knowing it.

No! I won't die! I am the chosen one! I am the emperor who is destined to create great achievements and build a huge empire. And you are just a clown, a clown who overestimates his abilities!!!

Kerwin was obviously irritated. He endured the severe pain in his chest and his whole body trembled slightly involuntarily.

He could feel that as the bottle of potion was taken down, an unprecedented surge of vitality was rapidly flowing through his body along with the blood.

strength!

Endless power!

At the same time there is unbearable pain and suffering!

Although the broken heart was still spurting blood, he was not weak at all. On the contrary, he had endless strength. He grabbed one of the assassin's arms and tore it off with a little force.

boom!

Ah ah ah ah ah!!!!

The assassin screamed and flew more than ten meters away, slammed into a hard wall, opened his mouth and spurted out a mouthful of blood, and fell directly into a pool of blood.

In the horrific collision, he not only lost an arm, but also broke his spine, lost control of his legs at all, and suffered extremely serious injuries to his internal organs.

Inhuman strength!

All the bodyguards and soldiers who had recovered their eyesight and rushed in from the outside couldn't help showing dumbfounded expressions, and even forgot to deal with the dying prisoner.

Smile! Why the hell aren't you laughing? Smile for me!!!!

Kerwin clearly had no intention of letting the assassin go;

He stepped closer, picked it up with one hand, gave it a squeeze with the other hand, and tore the other person's mouth to the base of his ears, revealing a mouth of teeth stained red with blood.

At this moment, he was so excited and violent, savoring the wonderful taste of torturing his enemies with his own hands.

Although the pain caused by the physical changes has not disappeared, he has already understood how exciting it is to have power.

With power, you don’t have to be afraid of anyone!

Don’t worry about possible assassinations at any time!

And you can also enjoy the thrill of killing on the battlefield!

Sir! Please calm down! This assassin may know something. It's best for us to keep him alive. Trust me, my dear, in half an hour at most, the torture chamber will torture you to get the information you need. A vassal warned carefully.

It was easy to see from the frightened expression on his face that he was filled with fear of the sudden change in his allegiance to the lord.

Ah! Sorry! I was a little excited and couldn't control my strength. Now, take him away. Remember to inform me after the torture. I will kill him personally. Kerwin threw the dying prisoner to the ground and let him go. The guards took him away.

His movements were so relaxed and freehand that he even didn't forget to pick up a handkerchief and wipe the blood on his chest and hands, as if it was not him who had been pierced through the heart just now, but another person.

You...your wound?! The vassal pointed at the completely healed place, his mouth wide open and speechless.

But Kerwin replied indifferently: This is a gift from the great master! From now on, no one can kill me easily, even if my head is chopped off, as long as it is reinstalled, it can quickly return to the original state. That’s right, I have the legendary immortality.”

Immortality? My God! Then...then you don't need us anymore? Jie Jie, the head of the bodyguard responsible for daily security, asked in a confused tone.

No! Of course not! I still need you. Immortality does not mean that I will not be defeated. I am not yet confident enough to think that I can defeat all enemies by myself. Okay, now tell the servants to prepare bath water immediately. I need to take a bath. Wash off the strong smell of blood from your body. Also, no one is allowed to tell outsiders about what happened today, do you understand?

After saying these words full of warning, Kerwin waved his hand impatiently, signaling everyone to leave.

He needs some private space right now to test the level of his newly acquired power, especially the most important regeneration ability.

As you wish.

The bodyguards and guards who rushed in hurriedly exited the room, not forgetting to organize the servants who wanted to wipe the blood stains on the floor and walls.

After everyone had gone out, Kerwin quickly closed the curtains, locked the door, took out the sword he carried with him, and very carefully cut a gash several millimeters deep in his palm.

Normally, such a deep wound would 100% cause bleeding.

But this time, not only did he not shed even a drop of blood, but the wound healed automatically as soon as it appeared, so fast that there was no chance for blood to escape.

Shock!

Excited!

ecstasy!

Kerwin couldn't find enough words to describe his current mood.

He never dreamed that his mysterious master would be so generous.

In order to understand the limits of his body, in the next half hour, he repeatedly performed self-mutilation and strength and agility tests, and the results were surprising.

Not only does he have a monster-like recovery ability, but his front-on combat level is far superior to that of his most powerful knight.

As long as he is willing, he can make the opponent's weapon drop with one blow. If it is a heavy weapon such as a warhammer, axe, or chain hammer, he can also instantly shatter most wooden and iron-clad shields, smashing them into pieces with the person holding the shield. meat pie.

Haha! Apart from rights, this is the gift I most hope to receive. Thank you, generous master. One day I will return this gratitude to you with interest...

In the low murmur, Kerwin quickly hid the fleeting sinister smile, returned to his usual serious appearance, left the room full of blood and walked towards the bathroom.

Ambition is an addictive poison!

Tyrants without exception have a strong desire not to be subordinated to others!

Now, the two things merged into one, creating an increasingly expanded heart in him, so much so that he was no longer willing to be a puppet.

But what’s interesting is that Kerwin didn’t understand what he was about to face, otherwise he would never have had similar thoughts...