"Heloise, what do you think is the most important thing for a successful assassination?"
Because I was too bored and waited for a long time, I took the initiative to chat with Heloise.
"Assassination? I have never been an assassin...but I have received anti-assassin training before. The main thing is to be careful of strangers and not to go to dangerous, remote places with no exits. If you ask me, assassination is the most important thing.
It probably means appearing in a key position at a critical moment, before the other party is prepared."
"Yes, the most important thing for an assassin is patience, patience..."
This is not the palace of Hypnos, but the bug place in Hades that I am familiar with. If I prepare the assassination work here, it will not attract the attention of others.
I'm not a professional assassin... No, I'm not even qualified. Considering my poor stealth skills and disguise ability, I can deceive ordinary undead.
Jun, don’t even think about it, so I took a stupid approach.
"Squat, keep squatting, I don't believe he won't go out."
Rather than entering the hinterland of the devil's camp and approaching the target under layers of checks, I would rather wait for him to come out on his own.
The bitter battle with the hypocrites probably exposed a lot of my abilities, but my bug world has always been kept top secret. I entered the bug world at the main entrance of Hypnos' palace. So, what will happen when I come out?
, will naturally be in this position.
Someone must have guessed it, yes, this time I plan to use the ability of this bug world to squat until the tyrant lord goes out, and then suddenly appear and chop him hard. The only problem...
"Patience, patience...Patience is a fool! It's been a day and a half! That guy is still there and won't get out! I am a big-headed fool!"
Finally, my patience almost collapsed, and it's no wonder I couldn't bear it anymore. I had been waiting here for thirty-seven hours, and in order to succeed in the assassination, I maintained the same posture for nearly eight hours.
"Have a rest, another batch of living prisoners have been sent over as food rations. It seems that Sal Weinstein still doesn't plan to go out today."
I put down the magic sword with sweating profusely, the countless rays of light dispersed again, and everything returned to calm.
"Legend has it that in the far east, there is a group of magical people. In order to assassinate or collect intelligence, they can squat under the toilet pit for several days, waiting for the target of the assassination to go to the toilet. What kind of professionalism is this..."
"Stop talking nonsense. I've been to the East too. There are such disgusting people there. It's not just looking at others above your head...it's evil. It's really disgusting."
"Don't tell me, although this is just hearsay, I really am not talking nonsense. There are indeed such cases. So they call the benevolent (big mistake)... No, bear with it (continue the big mistake), well, this time it should be right.
.Bear it, it’s really tolerable.”
It seems that my memory is a little unclear, but in short, I am a very tolerant person. That's probably what I mean. It's a wrong word. It's inevitable after such a long time.
"So. This time we have to carry forward the spirit of 'endurance' and stay in the hole until the end. If the enemy doesn't come, I won't leave! Even if there are people on top... Then I'd better leave. It's really not a person's business to endure."
"Stop talking, it's too disgusting. You must have remembered it wrong. How could such a profession exist?"
I shook my head helplessly. These days, no one believes the truth. I may have remembered some details wrong, but generally speaking, there should be nothing wrong. This seems to be true historical fact.
As the order for a temporary rest was issued, the pillar of light in the distance also stopped sending holy light to me, and everything returned to calm.
Taking a look at the Holy Sword of Dawn that was losing its brilliance in my hand, I nodded with satisfaction. Since the material was really good, the capabilities of this Holy Sword in all aspects far exceeded expectations.
"Is that sword of yours really effective?"
"Of course, as long as I hit it, it will end with the charge."
Although I said I was very confident, I still felt a little unsure in my heart. At this time, I really regretted my fight with the hypocrite.
If I hadn't shown the threat to the Lord God of the Abyss in that battle and made my opponent wary of me, I would have many tricks to play now instead of just standing there stupidly, waiting for the opponent to come out.
The Holy Sword of Dawn has two major attack modes. The second mode is the "Dawn Sun" mode that has been demonstrated on the battlefield before. In that mode, it will emit light to weaken and purify the opponent in a large area.
The second type is the concentration mode of light. It will gather the holy light crazily and turn it into an indestructible light blade. As for the upper limit of the attack ability, it depends on me and the carrying limit of this sword. I don't know.
"At that time, Sophokli was stabbed, and the charge was less than half of the limit. Although it only injured the surface, it did hurt the main god of the abyss. This time, the upper limit of charge is eight hours, and the lethality is at least doubled.
Several times."
This is not only a calculation, but also to gain some confidence in myself. After all, no matter how excellent the weapon is in theory, it will always make people uneasy if it has not passed the actual combat test.
Because the material of this holy sword is so excellent... the artifact gem of the ancient Sun God, the origin spear of the Lord of Holy Light, and the guardian warhammer inherited by the Paladin are three of the world's top artifacts in one. Although
It cannot reach three times the power of an artifact, but it will definitely not be inferior to its material artifact.
I haven't touched its limit yet. On the contrary, the limit of those eight hours is my personal limit. At that point, the holy light I can control has reached the limit. I can persist for ten minutes at most. If I don't swing my sword or
If I stop exerting my strength, I'm afraid I won't be able to bear it.
"Stop complaining. At least you don't have to save the Holy Light yourself. Otherwise, it won't be enough even if I drain you dry."
Heloise said the same thing. If it weren't for this bug world, it would not only allow me to continuously accumulate holy light through the Tower of Light in Hades, but also allow me to pour holy light for several hours with peace of mind, just to swing that sword.
"...Indeed, I won't give you even three minutes on the battlefield, let alone eight hours."
Injecting Holy Light into the Holy Sword of Dawn is not a simple calculation of time, but the closer it is to the limit, the more Holy Light and time are spent. When it is only poured in for half an hour, the dark world of Hades becomes
It became a dawn paradise, and three hours later, not to mention Heloise's instinctive flinch, that lightsaber made my scalp numb just looking at it.
Under the premise of unlimited energy, all that is needed is probably time to accumulate.
In a sense, this is also a forbidden spell, which requires the source of holy light to continuously supply energy like a mage tower, and then allows me to accumulate energy for several hours to turn all the energy into a fatal blow.
"Good boy. If this thing goes wrong or explodes, we... well, put down that innocent eggplant, I won't talk nonsense. What happened to you recently, could it be..."
Seeing the dead cat eagerly holding the eggplant, I wisely kept my mouth shut.
"Okay, the break is over, let's come again."
I feel more and more the advantages I have after breaking through to demigods. At least now, as long as I take a short rest, drink some water and eat two bites of bread, my physical strength can be restored quickly... This seems a bit familiar, and those online game characters seem to also drink water.
Eat bread to restore health. What kind of strange physique and settings are these.
"Ahem, concentrate."
I held the Holy Sword of Dawn and began to summon the Holy Light again, and the Tower of Holy Light in the distance also began to shine brightly. The endless Holy Light shone on me and began to power me and the Holy Sword.
This kind of trick can only be played once, and I will definitely not be able to pull it off next time, so this time, I really plan to seize the opportunity and achieve real results.
"Squat. Keep squatting, develop the spirit of endurance, and squat until the end of the world. I don't believe he won't come out to use the toilet... No. I don't believe he won't go out!" ——
For Hypnos, perhaps coming to the main plane itself was a mistake.
He felt that he was just a large coffee table with tragedy (cups) clearly placed on it.
He came to this plane with great ambition, thinking that he could finally build a world of the dead, but before he could do anything, he was hit several times in a row.
At first, his teammates were playing tricks and being lazy, and he could only hold on alone. He took out the coffin book and won the war. However, when he turned around, he found that all his allies had fled, and the one he trusted the most was also involved in the crime.
After taking away most of the loot, I worked hard and worked hard. In the end, not only was it all in vain, but I also had a lot of hatred towards humans, and now I am waiting to be punished.
If you look at it from Hypnos' point of view, every step of the way is filled with blood and tears.
"Obviously we are all allies, and we have agreed to conquer the country of the undead together. Killing humans is a kind of happiness, and sharing happiness with undead allies is also a kind of happiness. Why, why... why are you so skilled in betrayal! You guys
How many times have you betrayed me?"
The above is Roland's imagining of his lines, and has nothing to do with me... Jia Bai should be dragged out and beaten to death first.
At this point, if there was no resentment, I would probably be a saint.
Is Hypnos, the Great Undead Emperor, a saint? It is obviously impossible. He is famous all over the world for his bad temper. Now he is not only full of resentment, but also has trouble finding a place to show off his anger. He is so full that he is about to explode.
But as a tyrant, Sal Weinstein didn't care what he thought.
Hypnos asked the devils to fulfill the contract and immediately set out to attack the human coalition. However, they were told that they forgot to write the fulfillment date on their contract, so it was certain to hit the humans, but it would depend on the mood of the devil bosses on that day.
.
Only those in a strong situation have the right to speak. Hypnos didn't dwell on anything. He just turned around and left with a depressed expression. It could be seen that his anger had been accumulated to the limit.
In a sense, Hypnos is really an antique from the last century. Even the devil can easily deceive him. If he meets Roland... Of course, there is a special reason for this. Hypnos probably
I have never encountered anyone who dared to play tricks on him before. There is no need for the Devil Lord to give face to the Undead Emperor. He can play as he wants without fear of him falling out.
Now, Sal Weinstein has no intention of fulfilling the contract. He is very patient and does nothing.
Everyone knows that as long as the door to the lower plane is opened, his legion will become stronger every day, while the power of the undead will naturally become weaker and weaker, and it will naturally lose its dominance.
Instead, he felt a little regretful that Hypnos was so easy to get rid of, and that he could get it done without even using his contract traps and pattern supplement contracts.
But it can be seen that Hypnos's patience has reached its limit. So, let's go out of the city with him tomorrow to inspect the army. It's time to let those undead bones see the greatness of the Devil Lord.
Sal Weinstein thought so and finally made a decision.
And early the next morning, when he and Hypnos completed their negotiations and just approached the gate of the palace, suddenly, a mortal appeared in front of him.
"So familiar..."
In an instant, Sal Weinstein's expression changed drastically. Of course, this face was familiar. Both brothers had the same face, but no matter who it was, they were the mortal enemies of the devils.
"Hi. It's the first time we meet. Take my sword."
Then, Sal Weinstein watched the blond paladin greet him cheerfully, said hello, and then...
"Sword? What sword?"
Only then did he notice that the paladin was holding a sword, and there was no holy light on the hilt, just a vague darkness.
There is no blade on the hilt, just a dark night made of little stardust.
Light, to its extreme, turned into nothingness like a black hole.
And Salwinstein had no time to lament his discovery. He didn't notice that the moment he saw his opponent, Shoupnos had already hidden behind him. In a sense, Shoupnos
North should not be too resentful of the other Undead Emperors. Selling teammates is really the tradition of the Undead Emperors.
"Holy Light, this enemy is worth fighting!"
The next moment, the torrent of light drowned everything. (To be continued.)
