Asuma looked at the letter in his hand and slowly closed his eyes. Something seemed to be flashing in the slits of his eyes, and he said faintly: "This letter... really touched me..."

Larson took a deep breath, stretched out his hand and said, "Come on, kid, come to me."

Asuma opened his eyes again and his expression became joking: "If you hadn't carried a dagger in your arms, I might have really believed it."

Larsen's eyes flashed, and he suddenly pulled out the dagger from his arms and attacked Asuma.

Larson was an out-and-out general back then, a first-class warrior on the battlefield. Just like Burton now, he could sit hundreds of miles away and strategize, and he could also put on armor and march into the enemy's formation himself.

Although he was stabbed by Asuma just now, and his liver was stabbed, but with his physique that has been fighting on the front line all year round, there is still strong power in his body. In this extreme state of being severely injured, he is further stimulated

His fighting instinct was suppressed, like an angry beast fighting back desperately.

However, as soon as Larson took a step, he suddenly felt as if his chest was blocked by a huge boulder. Waves of darkness filled his field of vision, and he spit out a mouthful of blood.

Larson originally thought that he was vomiting blood because his organs were damaged, but he soon discovered that the blood he vomited exuded a strange rotten smell, and instead of spitting out one or two mouthfuls, there was blood constantly overflowing from his mouth and nose, getting thicker and thicker.

So much that he almost started vomiting blood in spurts.

Asuma smiled mysteriously: "The wine I gave you before going to bed...does it taste good?"

"You bitch...poison me?!" Larson resisted the urge to vomit blood, swung his knife forward, and fought with Asuma.

Ashuma was just an affairs officer and rarely had contact with weapons, and his martial arts skills were not even comparable to those of half a soldier. Although Larsen was attacked by a sneak attack and poisoned, he was still not something he could deal with.

Asuma was forced into a corner by Larsen's knife blows. In the end, he could only parry left and right. He couldn't help shouting: "Hey! Help me!"

The envoy who had been kicked down by Larson found a weapon in the room and attacked from behind.

"Pfft!" Larson was stabbed solidly in the back, but fortunately his spine was not injured. The pain prompted an explosion of adrenaline, which temporarily suppressed the pain, causing him to roar like a raging bull and turn around to counterattack.

"Cang! Cang! Cang! -" The sound of gold and iron clashed continuously. This messenger was obviously a master, but Larson's martial arts skills displayed in the trapped fight were even more powerful, and he was forced back step by step during the mad attack.

When the envoy was cornered, Larson swung the curtains to obscure his sight. Taking advantage of his panic, he thrust out a knife, hitting his throat with surgical precision. The blade pierced the throat bone and came out from the back of his neck.

"Tsk--" When Larson pulled out the knife, the messenger's body was rolled up in the curtains and slid along the wall to the ground.

After Larson killed the messenger, his whole body was covered in scarlet, and his face stained with blood was like a ferocious evil ghost, approaching Asuma step by step.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Asuma opened the door and wanted to run, but he happened to bump into the guard who rushed in after hearing the sound.

When Asuma was unbalanced, Larsen slashed out with a knife and chopped off his left arm. The stump of his arm shot up into the sky with a bloody arrow.

After putting Asuma down, Larson's strength was already exhausted, and he staggered to the ground, clutching his wound in pain, his voice trembling unconsciously: "Hurry...catch him...catch him alive...

Yes! Put him in the dungeon, I have something to ask later!"

"Ha...hehehe..." Asuma dipped his hand into some blood from the broken arm, put it to his nose and smelled it like intoxication, slowly rubbed it on his fingertips, and looked at the sticky blood lines.

Said, "Do you think I wouldn't bribe your guards first before planning these things?"

Larson raised his head in shock, only to realize that the two guards who rushed in were staring at him with a cold and sinister look in their eyes.

The two guards attacked simultaneously, but Larson was at the end of his strength and could not resist. When he was forced to the window, he was about to break the window and call for help when a blade with a strange angle stabbed him through the chest.

Larson looked over in disbelief, and saw that the messenger's "corpse" had stood up at some point, and the curtain cloth rolled up around him slowly fell, revealing the sinister face.

There was a penetrating wound in the messenger's throat, which was undoubtedly caused by Larson just now. This kind of wound is 100% fatal to normal humans, and there is absolutely no chance of survival, but he seemed to ignore it. What's even more frightening is that this

It was not a dying struggle before death. His arms were still steady and strong, not affected by the fatal neck injury at all.

I saw some twisting blood threads appearing on the wound on the messenger's neck, which were constantly intertwined and reorganized. You could even see that the destroyed pale throat bone was slowly growing, and finally merged with the blood threads.

When the neck wound closed, the fatal injury had completely healed and the recovery was as good as before.

This scene made Larson completely sluggish. In the 28 years he has been guarding the Frozen Fortress, he has seen all kinds of enemies of the tribe outside the wall. He has seen all kinds of strange powers or poisons, but he has never seen this kind of "death".

As for the "Resurrection" technique, I have never seen any wound healed in such a short period of time without even a scar left.

At this time, Larson seemed to realize something and looked at Asuma blankly.

I saw Asuma standing there gloomily, his previously severed right arm still lying on the ground, but the broken arm on his body had stopped bleeding. The muscle tissue was twisting and growing as if alive, and finally

Even the bones have grown into the shape of an arm!

The new-born arm is still very small, like a newborn's arm, but it continues to grow at a speed visible to the naked eye. According to the trend, it will probably grow into its original arm in less than an hour.

Asuma stroked the new-born little arm, his expression full of enthusiasm for power: "Larson, don't say I didn't give you a chance. You could have thrown yourself into His arms with me and had the most attractive possession in the world.

With such power, he will no longer have a mortal body, he will not be afraid of being cut by a knife or an axe, and he will no longer suffer from birth, old age, illness or death."

"The result? You foolishly refused all this and fell limply to the ground, like an old dog with all its teeth pulled out... Don't blame me, Larson, I was really loyal to you, and even grateful.

"

"It's just that I want to continue climbing up, but you're blocking the way."

Seeing Asuma taking the knife from the messenger's hand, Larson showed a miserable and ferocious smile, and said quietly: "Garrot is right, you despicable Fagao bastards are all rats, and you should all be killed."

Kill them all."

Ashuma said with a smile: "Many people want to kill us all, but we still exist tenaciously in the world. I think this is what makes us great."

After Asuma finished speaking, he stabbed Larson's body with a knife.

"Pfft!"

The messenger and the guards also did the same thing, stabbing the broken body with knives again and again.

"Puff! Puff! Puff!..."
Chapter completed!