Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1881 (1853). The Black Knife Assassin
"The Fader!"

The magic professor named Servis carefully adjusted the brim of his hat and peered out from another window.

He muttered through gritted teeth.

"It was my mistake to come and chase after them at this time, Miss Lani, but we have to kill them first!"

What they were about to do tonight was earth-shattering and extremely dangerous. Although they had been planning for it for countless years, the closer the night got, the more unprepared they felt.

Whether Servis was foolish or careless, the fact remains that the Faded Ones have come knocking. The immediate issues need to be resolved before moving on to tonight's important matters.

Otherwise, if there were even the slightest possibility of a leak, an incredibly terrifying force would instantly engulf them!
No one could have survived back then!
Whether they survived or not was of little concern to these people. After all, they were determined to do something so significant tonight; if they couldn't disregard their own lives, it would be a joke.

Compared to their own lives, they were more concerned about whether their goal could be achieved.

Their goal, however, must not be compromised under any circumstances!

So, as soon as Servis finished speaking, a faint and ethereal female voice came from the dim darkness in the center of the hall.

"Should we take action?"

Only when they spoke did the hazy black shadow in the hall emit an unusual fluctuation.

A tall, slender woman stepped out and stood within the light-emitting range of the luminous stone.

Even so, the cold blue light of the pyroxene still couldn't clearly illuminate the person's figure.

Only by looking at it this way can one see that the hazy black shadow that was originally occupying a place in the center of the hall was not a dark area that could not be reached by light, nor was it some kind of magical effect.

The hazy darkness was created by many people who looked like the woman who came out to speak. They gathered together, their figures like hazy phantoms, thus forming this darkness.

The woman who came out had a small patch of her body illuminated by the glowing stone, with scattered reflections on it.

Experienced battlefield personnel could tell at a glance that this person was wearing scale armor.

But that's where the strange thing is.

Once the scale armor is on, even the slightest shake of the shoulders makes a constant rattling sound! Not to mention raising your hand, walking, or fighting.

But the scales on these women's bodies... made no sound at all.

The woman who stepped forward suggested that they kill the faded ones who had come looking for her, while slightly raising her right hand.

A knife was held in her slender right hand.

A short knife that looks very ominous.

The overall length of the blade is normal, about the length of a forearm. However, in addition to the main branch of the blade, several extra twisted blades meander and extend outwards.

Except for the cloth-wrapped, non-slip handle, the entire blade is a deep black.

But what was particularly ominous was... the power that seemed to reside within the blade!
It looked like a small patch of hazy flames, black and red.

The forces at the border are complex and powerful. After all, it was a divine dynasty established under the Golden Tree, where supernatural forces are as common and widespread as eating and drinking.

But for some reason, all that was before them was a peculiar, short blade, with only some dark-colored flames on it. Yet, this very thing seemed to pierce everyone's eyes.

Everyone present, even the red-haired demigod, subconsciously averted their gaze from the sword.

It's as if everyone is instinctively resisting and fearing it.

Servis nodded repeatedly. If he could get these people to resolve any incidental problems he had inadvertently caused on their way to do business, he would feel much more at ease and safer.

The Faded Ones were, after all, heroes of the War of the Titans. Anyone would feel a chill run down their spine if they were targeted by them.

"Do not."

But turning his head to look at the red-haired demigod outside the window, he coldly and softly rejected the woman's suggestion.

And downstairs in this spire, the fader and the perfumer who had come looking for them were almost at the door!
"The spatial transfer of this mage tower ahead of schedule was an accident, but there's no turning back now. We must act immediately! Right now!"

"And you are black-knife assassins, black-knife assassins who only have one target tonight."

The red-haired moon princess looked at the woman who resembled a hazy black mist.

“Alto, you must ensure that before tonight’s objective is achieved, your black blades do not take a single life! Not a single one! Not even a squirrel or a rabbit!”

"I only stole a portion of that power, a tiny fraction, and fused it into your black blades. We must ensure that this power is used entirely for tonight's objective! It cannot be wasted anywhere else."

The demigod sat by the window, his face as cold and serene as the distant moonlight.

This relatively unknown Lienian demigod is a perfect match for the title of "Princess of the Moon".

Even though she was speaking seriously and solemnly, her tone and expression remained unchanged, slightly hoarse and calm.

She rose from her window seat, her long, deep blue silk robe, a royal tradition of the Caria dynasty, as dark as the night sky, and her red sash cascading down like mercury. This gave her the air of a wise woman, exuding a detached dignity and resolute resolve.

When she stood up, her height of about three meters and her curvaceous figure became apparent.

Outside the window, Lann and Torisha were cautiously approaching the tower.

Lani, on the other hand, had stopped paying attention to the outside world.

She carefully and cautiously carried a small box out from the dark corner and opened it for the black-knife assassins.

“Come,” she said, “take these veils, Black Knives. These are the veils of concealment that have been passed down from our ancestors since the time of the Eternal City beneath the earth, and have been preserved to this day in Serlia.”

Even a demigod took a deep breath, as if she were announcing that something was about to happen unstoppably.

"Put it on and get to work! Now! Even if this unexpected turn of events happens, it's the last chance, there's no going back!"

The black-knife assassins made no extra sound; instead, one by one, dark figures floated forward like ghosts, each taking the veil of concealment from a small box held by the demigod himself.

Then, like a hood or headscarf, it was wrapped around the silent scales they wore.

The power of the veil began to activate from this moment on. This ancient and powerful technological product of the Eternal City is difficult to stop once activated, until its power is almost exhausted.

And putting on the veil meant... their mission had begun!

The Black Knife Assassins are a highly trained group of killers. Equipped with silent scale armor, their figures are as elusive as ghosts.

But as the shadowy figures swept past Lani and each donned a veil, even these indistinct figures vanished completely in an instant.

They seemed to have vanished from this world, leaving no trace.

The black-knife assassins appeared like a sudden wisp of black smoke, drifting past Lani. And once they passed Lani, even the black smoke vanished.

The entire hall was deathly silent, except for the disappearance of the dark shadow that had been looming in the middle of the hall, which seemed to brighten the hall a bit.

From quiet rest to the start of action, the unexpected early relocation of the Mage Tower allowed the Black Blade Assassins to act decisively and swiftly without any hesitation or carelessness, immediately commencing their mission.

Selvis dared not let his shrill voice escape his throat.

He surveyed the messy, empty hall, his gaze sweeping across the entire space. Even so, he knew perfectly well that he had no idea whether the Black Knife Assassin remained in the hall.

He had no way of seeing through or perceiving the relics that had been passed down from the time of the Eternal City underground.

The unseen threat, coupled with the skill of the black-knife assassins, and... the black knives in their hands.

Even though Servis knew he was on their side, albeit only for the time being, he still felt a chill run down his spine.

Facing the empty and chaotic hall, where it was uncertain whether any Black Blade assassins remained, the red-haired demigod uttered only one sentence in a cold, contemplative voice.

“The infighting among the kin of the rare people is a foregone conclusion, and we have no room to hold back…” Lani lowered her eyes and closed the now empty box.

After saying that, she looked up again and said, "Selvis, take care of the men below."

"Although Aleto has already begun its operations, we must take any action that can gain us an advantage tonight."

Professor Hui Shi nodded awkwardly at his wide-brimmed hat and hurried down the stairs.

At the only entrance to that tower, Lan En and Torisha were cautiously approaching, stepping on fluorescent blue flowers.

The Witcher's nostrils were filled with the fresh scent of the various plants and trees of the Bountiful Forest carried on the night breeze, and his eyes were fixed intently on the tower that had appeared from the phantom.

But at least he was focused and not nervous. Torishia, on the other hand, was doing something so exciting for the first time and acted like a complete novice.

He walked unsteadily behind Lan En, and was already panting heavily due to his nervousness.

Lan En was quite confident that he wouldn't let anything happen to the perfumer, so he didn't pay much attention to her at this time.

But just as the Witcher stepped onto the first stone step at the tower entrance...

"...?!"

Lan En's deep eyes suddenly trembled.

But his overall physique remained completely still.

'What was that...?'

Just a moment ago, Lan En's [Spiritual Vision] remained stable, watching the main entrance of the tower, guarding against any possible changes.

But in an instant, the field of vision brought by [Spirit Vision] was like a video suddenly filled with gibberish.

The garbled text poured out from the doorway and quickly dissipated, disappearing from Lan En's field of vision.

(End of this chapter)