User, who was still in the state of surprise, didn't even notice that the Death Scythe was so close.
"Of course it's true. The premise is that you can break through the knight mentor, so that we can be considered a match."
The Marquis of Medea was wearing a black robe and stood on the tallest bell tower outside the city defense army camp. He was obviously standing on top of the bell tower, but with the naked eye, there was nothing there.
She looked at Ector who had slowly drawn out his sword, and the corners of her mouth raised slightly.
Yose was so excited that he almost jumped up. His long-cherished wish for many years was finally fulfilled.
"Medea, don't worry, I will definitely be able to do it this year..." User's ribs suddenly hurt, and a bright knight's sword pierced the wall and pointed directly at the spleen inside the ribs.
User spurted out a mouthful of blood. He recognized the owner of this knight's sword. He had always valued Ector extremely, and he personally gave him this knight's sword.
"Ector!" Yose roared angrily, and another long sword stabbed him. This time, Yose could only watch helplessly as the sword pierced into his body.
This time it is not a knight's sword, but a one-handed cross sword that swordsmen are accustomed to using. There is also an engraving of the Inquisition on the tail of the sword.
User's eyes widened, and in pain, he used his mind to ask for help from Marquis Medea.
"Medea save me!"
"Haha, why should I save you and let you ride on my head?" Marquis Medea's voice was colder than ever before. No matter who heard it, they would shudder subconsciously.
User's eyes widened and he looked at the Medea Magic Tower, the tallest building in Billy City, in astonishment. He wanted to roar.
"Why do you do this to me? All these years..."
"Because you are so disgusting." Marquis Medea's cold voice sounded again.
"So go to hell!"
User began to recall his first encounter with Marquis Medea in his mind. When they met for the last time, he showed a bitter smile.
"I just treat you as a friend from the beginning to the end, and I have warned you many times not to have too many illusions."
This was the last time they met, what Marquis Medea said to User. Only now did he understand that from beginning to end, Marquis Medea was not in his heart.
Even if User died, all he could recall in his mind was Marquis Medea, and even his daughter Arturia would only briefly pass through his mind.
Eckert was a little confused. He originally planned to have a hard fight, but it was over like this?
He was only at a loss for a few seconds before decisively leaving the city defense. It was not until he completely disappeared into the night that the murderous voice of Marquis Medea sounded.
"The people who killed me in Billy City still want to escape."
A pair of purple pupils suddenly opened on the tallest building in Pele City, the Medea Magic Tower. The pupils dilated and purple light began to shine on the entire Pele City.
The magic legions and night guards who had been lurking for a long time began to move along the purple light.
The Night Guard is a special force directly under the Marquis of Medea, and they often serve as assassins. The minimum strength requirement is also a great swordsman, but the number is relatively small, only about a hundred people.
In a small house about ten meters away from the Tianping Chamber of Commerce, Lancelot kept receiving news of failed protection, which made him realize that something was wrong.
If the ambush in advance could fail, there is only one possibility, and that is that someone ambushed them.
When he thought of this, Lancelot's heart froze.
Everyone else has been discovered, how can he sit firmly on the Diaoyutai?
Lancelot decisively threw all the documents on the table into the brazier. Just as he lit the documents on fire, he heard a strange noise. This was a mechanism he had set up. As long as someone approached secretly, it would make a sound.
Lancelot reacted very quickly. After hearing the sound again, he quickly sat back to his original position and looked at the documents on the table quietly. His other hand had already reached into the drawer, where Aslan had prepared for him.
Life-saving magic tools.
Squeak!
The door was opened, and the assassin walked in with his face covered.
"He's really just a high-ranking knight." The assassin's tone was frivolous, not taking Lancelot seriously at all.
"People from the Inquisition?" Lancelot put down the documents in his hands and asked calmly.
"Then you should know that you are dead!"
After the assassin finished speaking, he stopped talking nonsense, drew out his dagger and rushed towards Lancelot.
When the assassin was less than one meter in front of Lancelot, Lancelot decisively turned on the switch.
Boom!
The desk in front of Lancelot suddenly exploded, and a ray of yellow light shot the assassin away at lightning speed. He hit the wall and stopped. The man lay on the ground and vomited a mouthful of blood.
Then his pupils began to blur.
He didn't understand why he died until his death?
Lancelot looked at the huge hole in the assassin's chest, swallowed subconsciously, and took out the things from the old desk.
That magic prop was similar to a shotgun. The muzzle of the gun was originally equipped with a fist-sized armor-piercing gun tip. The gun body contained the lowest-power electromagnetic gun magic crystal sealed by Aslan, which was equivalent to primary magic.
The terrifying electromagnetic thrust and the specially-made armor-piercing spear head complement each other, and even the great swordsman dare not resist it with his body.
Unfortunately, this kind of weapon is too expensive. Even if Aslan has the talent to produce magical objects, it would still be very painful. Moreover, after every use, he needs to replace the magic crystal with the electromagnetic gun sealed.
That thing cannot be made using innate magic. It relies entirely on Aslan's own control of magic. Even with his strength, it would take more than half a day to engrave such a magic crystal.
With his current tight time, it took him more than half a day to make this thing, which was simply not worth the gain. If he hadn't prepared something to save Lancelot's life, he would never have studied something that was defined as a failed product in his previous life.
Lancelot did not rush out from the door, but jumped out of the window and escaped. Sure enough, when he jumped out of the window, two assassins in black heard the explosion and rushed in, just in time to see Lancelot escape.
figure.
Their assassination plan was an unprecedented success, except for a few accidents, but it had no impact on the overall situation.
But Lancelot was one of their key targets for this assassination. If Aslan and him hadn't killed all the people outside the tribunal at the beginning, they wouldn't be in such a predicament.
The assassination was indeed successful, but without the agents who had been lurking throughout the city of Pele to protect them, half of the assassins in this assassination operation were able to escape from the city alive. Vlada would have knelt down to thank the Lord.
Lancelot jumped out of a carriage filled with straw and had just run a few steps when he heard a rustling sound.
It was someone who planted hidden arrows in the back. Given the vicious nature of those people in the court, these arrows must be highly poisonous and will kill you if they touch them.