Chapter 216 This kind of assassination looks familiar
Ainz did not rely on the passive ability of the undead setting of "forcing not to be angry". He suppressed the urge to curse, and asked seemingly calmly: "Flan, do you hate the title of Saint so much?
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He already knew that Francesca was a time traveler, but after comparing the knowledge, he found that her original world seemed different from both his and Mordred's, but it was closer to Mordred's side. To be honest, it felt different.
The appearance of a world traveler can no longer be a surprise.
Francesca did not hide her basic identity. She claimed to be a contemporary of Joan of Arc - although she hated Joan of Arc, it can be said that other contemporary celebrities may not be understandable to game nerds, but Joan of Arc is mostly
will know.
"Don't you think it's unreasonable for this kind of existence to lead the times by relying solely on symbolism? Shouldn't it be a very, very fulfilling and pleasurable thing to ravage this kind of guy and let the truth show out?" Francesca said.
He held up his face and made a cheerful sound.
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The two people Ainz sent to the principality to assassinate the Saint were Jack, an immortal, and Saprikent, a demon. They were rational combat units created by his skills and summoned by magic respectively.
Jack is actually the so-called "Jack the Ripper". It's not surprising that something appears in the game. Although it seems to be the same identity as a certain Lolita whom he collaborated with last time, "Jack" is not a rare name and is completely applicable; Sa
Plicant is a racial name, which means praying devil. In short, Ainz is too lazy to give them a name.
They did not originally look exactly like humans. Although this country was not without aliens, in order to minimize the suspicion of the main local residents sneaking in, Jack and Saplikant were modified. The mask on Jack's face and the fingers were
The finger cots, the unnatural scars on Saplikant's face and hands are all things that roughly conceal his external features.
That night, under the guidance of the spies responsible for tracking the Saint, they found the city where the Saint was.
Then start to find out where they live.
Eh? Is this secret agent so incompetent?
But there is nothing we can do about it. Anyone who gets too close or sees the Saint has already switched sides.
That is the most luxurious hotel in the area.
In order to avoid confronting the Saint, when it was quiet at night and according to the Saint's resting time, when it was believed that she should have gone to bed, the spies took Jack and Saplicant to the vicinity of the hotel.
"I'll go take a look first," the spy said.
"If you become like those people, wouldn't we be exposed?"
"I just went to the lobby to ask about the availability of rooms and watch the people move around. People in our industry can judge a lot of things from this. Leave it to me. But as a precaution, if it comes out later, you will be right
The saint cursed loudly, if I was controlled, I would probably be unbearable."
The spy walked into the hotel openly and openly, and after a while, he came out.
"Drink, what is a saint to you?"
"It's an enemy. What about the swearing you promised?"
"Idiot, you already know it yourself, so what's the point of asking?"
Saplikant clapped his hands together, blew into his mouth, and activated the special skill [Sigh]. Although it was only a by-product of the effect, it was enough to shock the prisoner's soul and make mortals subconsciously dare not tell lies.
"Let me ask you again, what is a saint to you?"
"Yes, enemy! That's right!"
"Very good. Tell us your findings."
"Understood." The secret agent took out a piece of paper and began to explain while drawing a simple map.
The hotel was the same as it looked from the outside, with four floors. The fourth floor was occupied by the saint and at least twenty people's guards.
There are traces of warning magic on the second and third floors. As long as someone passes by, the caster will know it. A barrier has been opened on the fourth floor. Although people passing by will not be affected, it should have some effect. It is impossible to detect with the ability of a spy.
bright.
However, the secret agent judged through experience that he should react to things related to poisons and magic. Because if you want to misbehave with the saint, it is almost impossible to pass through the guarded room carrying noisy equipment, and it is impossible to have other guests on the top floor, so
The best way is to pretend to be a hotel staff or pass through invisibly. In this way, the only way to attack the saint is poison and magic. Judging from the location of the room and the layout of the surrounding buildings, long-distance sniping is impossible.
The secret agent was very curious as to what kind of methods these two "talents" sent by him, who he found a little creepy, would use to assassinate the saint.
Jack took out a magic scroll, activated the burning, and then——
"Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh!" the spy yelled.
It's impossible for ordinary people to stay calm when seeing something like that, even if they are well-trained.
It was more than two meters tall, and its whole body was covered in huge jet-black armor. There were no eye holes in the mask, and thorns protruded everywhere in the armor. You couldn't feel the matching bulging muscles under the armor. Rather than saying that the armor was protecting the warrior, it was more than two meters tall.
Rather than the body, the armor itself is the embodiment of violence.
The left hand holds the inverted triangular shield - the Kite Shield, and points the sharp corners forward to attack. The spy does not think that it is as powerful as an assault vehicle; the right hand holds a hybrid sword wrapped with cyan flames. Just by looking at its appearance, one can feel that he is a hero.
Only then are you qualified to equip powerful weapons.
After Jack gave the order, the three Graems broke through the night with a "clang, clang, clang", effortlessly breaking through the hotel's outer wall, and crashing in as if the hotel itself was just a cardboard box.
One kept ramming from the middle and cut off all the columns and load-bearing walls. The two pushed down the outer walls from both sides. People on the first floor and outside screamed and fled. In less than half a minute, the entire building was destroyed.
The hotel building just fell down and turned into ruins.
"...Um, that's it?" The secret agent could do nothing but open his mouth stiffly and widen his eyes.
If he were a warrior in the realm of human heroes, he would not be killed if he was pinned down by a collapsed building. However, according to the intelligence, the saint should be a magic caster with dual cultivation of magic and faith. If she is a master of both magics, she would not have time to practice.
The body is the right thing. In fact, according to the information obtained from the interrogation of the people who defected and were captured, the saint looks quite delicate. Even if the guard is very strong, the martial arts that can only be used for oneself are not suitable for protecting companions in this situation.
There was no human-shaped free fall outside the building at the moment it collapsed.
At this time, there were noises and the sound of a large number of footsteps, horse hooves, and even the sound of tracks crushing the ground from the nearby streets.