Blood spurted out.
"Hiss!"
Upon realizing Herbert could really kill him, he yelled in a furious panic, "Damn it! Stop! We are the Shadow Daggers of the Moore Clan!"
He didn’t ask for Herbert’s identity, but directly played his biggest card.
This was Malagas City, the realm of the Moore Clan, which had ruled here for a thousand years.
Strong outsiders could not overrule the local powers.
Even if the opponent was a powerful foreigner, he should show so respect to the local powers.
"Moore Clan?"
In a flash, the assassin heard Herbert’s mocking low laugh.
"Yes, it’s the Moore Clan I’m looking for."
A flash of white light swept away the surrounding shadows.
Causing the assassin, who attempted to blend into the shadows, to clumsily stumble out mid-way.
Damn!
"No! You don’t... Cough!"
Swish!
The blade rcilessly cut in from the side, quickly slicing through flesh and organs, pushing horizontally until it stopped at the spine, wedging into the bone gap.
Faced with this sudden situation, Herbert blinked: "Oh?"
"Haha! Cough cough..."
The assassin, his face distorted by pain, had blood dripping from the corners of his mouth, laughing grimly while coughing up blood.
He was about to die.
As death approached, it only stirred up his ferocity!
The assassin threw the poisoned dagger in his hand at Herbert, eyes wide, attempting to witness the mont the poison blade cut his skin.
Their distance was too close for the other to react.
This was the last chance.
Kill him!
Perish together!!!
"Die!"
Then, the dagger was casually flicked away by the white-haired boy halfway.
Clang.
Eh?
He stared incredulously, eyes wide, at the boy’s fingers.
Pure white as jade, untouched by any filth, without a single scratch.
"Did you ever think... I did it on purpose?"
Herbert smiled mysteriously at the confused assassin, exerted force with his hand, and twisted the blade directly.
Click.
The blade wedged in the spine gap pried it open like a lever, sweeping across once more.
Thud.
Now the upper body fell to the ground, not showing pain, but rather, confusion.
He saw beside him the other five people, none of them spared.
The six Shadow Daggers, the pride of the Moore Clan, were now six shriveled corpses, with a crystal-clear blood ball floating beside them.
A pale girl with crimson eyes standing by the blood ball pinched her nose and waved her hand, disdainfully comnting, "Ugh, it’s really foul, loaded with so many toxins, it spoils the appetite."
On the other side, an adult who looked sowhat familiar sprinkled a potion on the Snake Demon, silently responding with his gaze once noticed.
And that glance was even more rciless than the young boy’s!
That feeling was just like looking at a piece of worthless rotten at.
He mumbled, unable to comprehend what had happened.
"Why? Who exactly are you... Cough!"
Who?
Who exactly are you!!?
Why attack us?
Herbert, hearing this murmur, looked at him with so surprise and curiously said, "Eh, when did the Evil Domain start caring about that? Does slaughter need any explanation?"
Reason?
Absolutely unnecessary.
Fight if encountered, kill if desired, what reason is needed?
"..."
Hearing this response, the assassin was taken aback, then resignedly closed his eyes slowly.
He died without even a harsh word left behind, his soul blending into Herbert’s shadow.
The entire slaughter, from start to finish, took less than a minute.
A jump cleaved in, a sweep finished off.
Herbert earned the title of Best Support with a score of two kills and six assists.
And until everything settled, Teresa remained in a stupor.
"...Eh?"
What happened?
She initially kept waving her arms and long tail, trying to attack any enemy in front of her.
But after a casual glance from the reinforcents, the Dark Elf woman, she was suddenly jolted awake.
Fear snapped her back to consciousness.
After being sprinkled with so unknown liquid, Teresa felt a surge of strength, her wounds healing at an astonishing speed.
She wiped her eyes, and her chaotic mories finally settled into calmness.
I rember...
In Teresa’s hazy mory, she had been running, fighting those terrifying figures.
Their blades cut painfully into her, leaving wounds that constantly itched.
She could only flee awkwardly, constantly being forced to counterattack, constantly running...
She lost her direction, darting back and forth in the city, but was always caught up again.
Teresa thought she would surely die here, her heart long surrendered to despair.
Until that figure, shining with golden light, descended from the sky like a deity, tearing apart the darkness before her eyes.
In an instant, those terrifying assassins turned into a pile of blood and dried corpses.
That towering, dazzling figure was just like the knight she had dread of countless tis.
Stepping forward in her ti of peril, saving her from danger.
And this ti, it was not a dream!
It was real, true reality!
"Miss, are you alright? Can you hear my voice?"
The gentle voice brought Teresa back to her senses, her eyes focusing on the figure walking towards her.
"Ah..."
The mont Teresa saw clearly, she gasped in shock, eyes wide in disbelief.
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