Hardy said calmly that handing over the Command Seal was completely out of his mind. Even if the final result was a tragic failure, he would continue to fight.
"Then it's really a pity."
Sangrede Fan curled his lips and said in a regretful tone,
"We have a great time cooperating."
He turned to look in the direction of the Crow Feather Assassin and waved his hand casually,
"Then just kill him."
Before he finished speaking, the Crowfeather Assassins rushed forward violently. Sangrede Fane watched Hardy being overwhelmed by the figures with his hands behind his back. The smile on his face did not diminish, and the sarcastic smile became more and more obvious.
boom--
There was a fierce explosion of air, and along with the fierce impact, Hardy rushed out of the crowd and rushed towards Sangrade Fane at a high speed that could not be caught by the naked eye.
Sangrade Fane sneered, as if laughing at his overestimation, the black key slipped from his cuff and fell into his hand, and with the infusion of magic power, the bright silver blade was woven out.
The sharp blade cut through the air easily and shot directly at the weak points around Hardy's body. However, Hardy did not choose to dodge when facing the speeding Black Key, but instead hit it in one go.
The lines of [Turtle] emerged on his body, forming an invisible barrier that blocked all Black Key's blades. Finally, with Sangrade Fane stunned, Hardy stepped forward.
.
The thick, gnarled arm pressed Father Fawn's face, then pressed it down like a plow and slid forward, leaving a striking blood mark on the ground.
"It seems I'm not the one who should say goodbye." Lan
Hardy took a deep breath and adjusted his breathing. Thick steam burst out from the body surface as his chest rose and fell, and the knotted muscles covered the body surface like a solid armor and stomach.
Suddenly a Crow Feather Assassin appeared behind him with a blade in hand, trying to give him a fatal blow from behind. Unfortunately, the sharp blade could not even break through the surface of the muscle, and only burst out a series of sparks and a heart-wrenching scream.
Harsh noise.
Hardy suddenly turned around, waved his arms flatly, and struck the Crowfeather Assassin with a powerful attack like a battering ram, directly breaking his spine and smashing his internal organs and body.
After ending his life, only a card was left lying on the ground.
"Cough cough cough......"
Sangrede Fan coughed violently and tried to struggle to get up, but his brain was spinning at this time, and he completely lost consciousness in the back of his head. There was a bit of pain in the numbness, and half of his body was out of control.
He watched Hardy quickly shuttle among the Crowfeather Assassins. In addition to the buzzing sound in his ears, there were continuous air explosions. He saw that one Crowfeather Assassin was deprived of life after another and returned to cards.
The appearance was scattered all over the place.
Although only a few minutes had passed, it felt like such a long time to Sangrade Fane.
Looking at Hadi who was like a ghost, he couldn't help but swallow his saliva, opened his mouth, made a horrified sound of unknown meaning, and tried hard to move his body as far away from him as possible.
"Where do you want to go?"
Hardy moved his arms and strode forward. The injured parts of his body recovered quickly, and he was back to normal in no time.
He stepped hard on Sangrede Fane's calf, and with a crisp sound, Sangrede Fane's calf showed a strange angle, and the pale bones directly penetrated the flesh.
exposed outside.
"ah--!
"
Sangrade Fan couldn't help but let out a sharp scream, and at the same time, the other calf was easily broken by Hardy. His eyes were bloodshot and almost bulged out, and his ferocious face was as terrifying as a hungry ghost.
, there was still drool falling uncontrollably from the corners of his mouth.
He waved his arms randomly, as if this could relieve his pain, but he didn't have the previous grace at all.
Hardy casually broke Sangrade Fane's arms again, and watched the other person squirming miserably on the ground. The corners of his mouth subconsciously raised slightly, revealing a cruel smile.
The previous unhappiness in his heart also vented out, and more violence surged into his heart, seeming to drown his consciousness.
Suddenly he calmed down, as if a basin of cold water had been poured on him, forcing his high-pitched spirit to cool down. That was Shakespeare's spiritual magic at work.
"Thank you very much, caster."
Hardy took a deep breath. This is the side effect of using high-intensity animalistic magic. It is easy for human nature to be usurped by animalistic magic.
Without Shakespeare's magic, it would have taken a whole night to suppress the beastly nature by relying solely on oneself.
"No need to say thank you, this is what we should do." Lan
Shakespeare waved the quill in his hand and spoke with excitement.
Even on the fierce battlefield, he never forgot to record the inspiration that burst out. For him, writing is also a battle that cannot be underestimated and a battle that cannot be lost.
"By the way, the battle is not over yet, Master, please don't be too careless."
Hardy frowned slightly and turned to look at the messy battlefield behind him. He saw the Crowfeather Assassins he had defeated, their cards suspended in mid-air and burning strangely at the same time. Finally, in the light of the burning fire,
A tall figure appeared in his field of vision.
It was a man dressed as a medieval doctor, wearing an airtight black robe, a traditional British-style black bowler hat on his head, and a slender beak mask on his face, covering almost most of his face.
, holding an ornament similar to a cane in his hand.
He walked towards Hardy calmly, and finally stopped in front of the struggling Sangrade Fawn, his head tilted slightly, and his heavy breathing echoed in the air through the mask.
"Save me, save me..." Lan
Sangrede Fan groaned in pain, moved his body towards Doctor Beak's feet, and looked at Hardy with undisguised resentment in his eyes.
Doctor Bird's Beak didn't say anything, he just leaned down and his breathing became heavier and faster.
He reached out his hand and stroked Father Fawn's face gently, just like the wings of a bird flying across the sky. When he took his hand away again, he saw a dark crow feather nailed between the father's eyebrows, penetrating through it.
A hard skull.
Threads of blood seeped out, Father Fine's eyes were blurred, his face was in disbelief, his body was twitching slightly, and soon there was no breath of life.
After confirming that he was completely dead, Dr. Birdbill waved his cane casually, with a crescent-shaped blade protruding from the tip, cutting off Father Fawn's head, and then stepped on it to pieces.
"The target Sangrede Fane has been eliminated, and the second mission will begin."
His voice was low and hoarse, like the crow of a crow.