Yu Xingyue Hunts the Evil Me

The humanoid roared, because it was the second Assassin spirit base that came, and it was not complete.

However, after the Holy Grail instilled modern knowledge and ritual rules into him as usual, he did connect to the source that provided him with magic and summoned him.

The stable supply of magic power allowed his body to gradually improve.

Assassin Job Agency, Hassan, named 'Curse Wrist', comes to the world

"still not enough...There is no way, after all, let the witch seize the opportunity"

"Anyway, let’s forage for food first to replenish ourselves a little bit....."

He heard the hoarse old voice of his master

"As you command, my lord...."

Servants have many ways to replenish magic power from the outside world, and they can achieve their goals through eating and sleeping. Of course, the most direct, simplest and most efficient method is to absorb people's energy and vitality.

The place where he descended was a spiritual land in the mountains. The only people nearby are the Liudong family who live in the temple.

However, Curse Wan still gave up the idea of using local materials.

After depriving Sasaki Kojiro summoned by Medea of his spiritual energy, the witch should be able to react quickly.

What we need to do now is to evacuate this place quickly.

But when Cursor was about to leave, he felt pain on his face.

The bone mask that seemed to be embedded in the flesh and blood instantly shattered.

The moment he felt the pain, he pulled away his cursed wrist and lifted it up, thus escaping the consequences of his head being crushed.

However, even so, his face was still torn off. His face was dripping with blood, and even bones could be seen.

"What's this..."

Curse Wan felt terrified. He didn't dare to stop at all, and his figure kept moving in the open space behind the mountain gate like catkins.

The clan of old men in the mountains are the source of Assassin.

It is even said that in the Holy Grail War, under normal circumstances, the job of Assassin will definitely summon a certain generation of Hassan.

As for the so-called assassination, the highest level is to sneak in quietly like the god of death. The person being assassinated does not even realize that he is dead, and his life has been taken away.

However, this miraculous skill can only be achieved by their 'god'.

Since the original Hassan, the Hassan of Hassan, the old men of the mountains have only reached the peak of a certain killing skill.

What they can do is just take away the target's life, not harvest the head without the other party being aware of it.

However, the curse wrist barely reacted after the attack just took effect. How to do it, and on what principle, even though he was injured, Cursed Wan could not figure it out.

All he felt was panic.

However, he soon noticed the aura coming from the steps at the bottom of the mountain, heading towards the mountain gate here.

An undetectable attack, but the man who wielded this terrible skill arrived.

The young man who looked unremarkable and looked like an ordinary human stood in front of the mountain gate, about thirty meters apart.

The cursed wrist was still moving, and the black robe was fluttering in the air, covering his figure like thick dark clouds in the sky.

While moving, he threw five daggers, quickly, silently, but fiercely, blocking the space for the young man to dodge and move, pointing directly at his throat, eye sockets, heart and other vital parts.

But the five daggers instantly lost all kinetic energy before they reached the young man, stopped suddenly, and then fell to the ground.

Something grabbed the dagger. Curse Wrist probably understood the method of that power, but he still couldn't observe it.

There is no obvious enemy, but there is no doubt that it is an extremely dangerous enemy.

Curse Wan didn't think too much. After throwing the dagger, he ran towards the wall on the side of Liudong Temple.

As he galloped, this time he noticed movement.

The orderly evening breeze became chaotic and turned into a noisy wind. Looking at the impact alone, it seemed like some kind of magic that manipulated the airflow.

But if that were the case, Cursed Wrist wouldn't care at all.

The few blessings he possesses were tempered in the long desert with huge dust rolls. Able to ignore the influence of atmospheric air currents.

However, Curse Wan did not dare to do nothing with this change in airflow.

Because the noise of the wind is caused by purely physical means of squeezing the atmosphere. No, it should be said that some kind of terrible object directly smashed into the atmosphere, thus bringing a sense of oppression like suffocation.

The robe was opened, and the hand holding the dagger stabbed behind him.

The sharp tip of the dagger soon felt real, but the real feeling was as if it was stabbed on a hard granite stone.

What followed was an unstoppable force that seemed to crush the entire body into a meat pie.

Cursed Wrist's body flew out at a faster speed, but fell straight to the ground.

His body rolled on the ground until he hit the wall of Liudong Temple.

Fine cracks instantly appeared on the contact surface between his body and the wall, and the cursed wrist slowly slipped from the wall, and then collapsed to the ground.

Curse Wan was coughing up blood.

The bones in front of the chest were shattered, and unfortunately, the bone fragments penetrated into the lungs.

Such an injury is extremely serious even for a servant. Although it will not lead to immediate death, it is equivalent to losing most of the combat effectiveness.

While coughing up blood, Curse Wan saw his legs and looked at the human in front of him with an unrecognizable face.

The human had raised his hand.

The invisible force has surrounded him, strangled his neck, held down his shoulders, like an executioner pressing him on the execution platform. When the blade falls, the cursed wrist will inevitably die and return to the heroic spirit. seat

"you really are...Human?"

Blood foam gushes out as soon as you open your mouth, and breathing is like a sharp pain like tearing flesh and blood. The force contained in the throat is like a rope knot that is constantly tightening. But even so, Curse Wan still reluctantly spoke.

The other party Without paying any attention to it, even when the opponent was already in a position to win, and he was in a miserable state, seriously injured and dying,

Shi Wan was quite calm. Enduring pain was the most important lesson for the old man in the mountain.

In fact, when the opponent caught up, Cursed Wrist is already preparing a killing move.

It pays attention to the killing move. As long as the conditions for the killing move can be met, any concession will be worth it in the face of the enemy's attack, including being on the verge of death. Among them.

The broken black robe was lifted up, and he was completely unable to move. He was completely thrown into the invisible power. The entire spiritual body was shattered into pieces. The bandage wrapped with dense mantras on the right hand of the curse wrist had been removed. Open.

A scarlet, alien-shaped arm is revealed, holding a hazy, yet real, beating heart in the inhuman palm.