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Shuoyue was too lazy to say anything more. He just looked at the red-haired magician meaningfully, then left after saying a few words.

"The action begins."

The order was issued. No matter what the people in the team were thinking, their high quality still made them take action, casting body strengthening magic. Fifty magicians rushed into the dense forest ahead at a sprinting speed far exceeding the world record like a gust of wind.

In response to the team that was advancing like a sharp arrow, Qianjieshu also responded - accompanied by the surging of the soil, strange-shaped objects suddenly emerged from the muddy ground in front of the "cleaning team".

The shapes of these things are different, some can barely be recognized as human, while others are completely alien. The only thing they have in common is that they all carry weapons and exude magic power that is no less than that of a second-rate magician.

The obstruction from the Thousand Worlds Tree did not change the expressions of the magicians. These things might scare ordinary ignorant people, but they did not take them seriously because they were very common guards in the magic world - puppets. According to intelligence, the Thousand Worlds Tree clan that they needed to defeat had an excellent puppeteer.

After Shuoyue left, the captain who had become the team leader again took the lead and took action first. With the roar of an invisible spirit, the puppets in the fan-shaped area in front of him were crushed and destroyed as if they were run over by a steamroller.

The magicians standing behind him also took action. In an instant, colorful mysterious lights illuminated the forest at night and destroyed the puppets blocking the way.

"Hmph, so weak." The red-haired magician snorted coldly. The fire snakes around him easily burned the enemies who dared to approach him. "The puppets and the defensive barriers are not that great. Do you think you can rebel with just these rabble?"

For him, who is loyal to the Magic Association, what he cannot understand the most is not the stupidity of Qianjieshu, but the distrust from the higher-ups.

"Why do you have to send a mysterious guy to pressure us? Can't we deal with these bastards?"

As soon as these words were spoken, the whole audience fell into an inexplicable silence.

The red-haired magician thought that everyone agreed with his words and was about to continue speaking when a strong force came from behind and pulled him to the side.

"team leader……"

"Shut up!"

The thin man didn't even look at him, but stared straight ahead, breathing rapidly. The other magicians were also on high alert, with cold sweat dripping down their cheeks.

At some point, a man came into their sight.

The man was dressed in aristocratic clothing that was so dark that it seemed to melt into the night. His face was eerily pale, and his silky white hair hung down in a mess.

The moment he appeared, the atmosphere in the forest suddenly became tense. Just standing there made one feel like being crushed, and if someone looked at him, one's whole body would tremble uncontrollably.

This is not because this man is rude and violent. In fact, he is very elegant and noble in both appearance and temperament. It's just that his eyes are too cold. People who look at him will inevitably realize that they are extremely fragile and powerless.

"You are a bunch of rude people. Who do you think gave you permission to stand here?"

The man's voice was low and contained an unmatched pressure. However, this pressure did not make the 'cleaning team' lose their will.

The black-robed man who called himself Shuoyue had told them about this long before.

[When you see someone like a medieval noble appear, run, run away immediately, otherwise no one can save you.]

So without hesitation, the magicians threw away the escape magic they had prepared long ago and rushed out of the forest.

Stupid." The man who looked like a king of the night sneered coldly. Even though he was on the battlefield, his clothes were still neat and tidy.

"What do you think this land you are standing on is?"

The man looked down at the fleeing magicians, and slowly raised his naturally hanging left hand, pointing from left to right.

"here."

"here."

"And here."

"And there—"

"Everything as far as the eye can see is my territory!"

When the man finally clenched his fist, magical power greater than that of fifty magicians combined surged out from him.

The next second, the place where the magic swept was covered with dense black rafters.

The rafters were so densely packed together that the magicians had no place to stand.

These rafters were so sharp that even magicians, who were known for their physical toughness and could withstand gunshots, could not withstand them.

The growth rate of these rafters is so rapid that the magicians' high-speed movement is nothing compared to the speed of the rafters.

"Ahhhhhh!" The screams pierced the sky. The red-haired magician who fell behind the team felt a chill all over his body and a punctured sensation in his lower body. Then, his screams quickly became hoarse like an aging record player.

Because the rafters from Romania grabbed his limbs and went all the way up, like a bloody plant growing from hell, breaking through the red-haired magician's large intestine, small intestine, stomach, and throat, and rushing out of his mouth along with surging and splashing flesh and blood!

Not only the red-haired magician who lagged behind, but also the magicians at the end of the cleaning team cried out one after another. No matter whether they were men or women, strong or weak, they were all like lambs to be slaughtered, being pierced from bottom to top, and turned into nutrients to recreate the epic.

The bright red blood dripped down the black rafters to the ground, as if it was the reappearance of an ancient legend on this land.

Legend has it that in the Middle Ages, the once powerful Ottoman Empire sent a large army to attack Transylvania, which was then the Principality of Wallachia. The then Grand Duke led his army to resist. During the resistance, the Grand Duke pierced all captured or killed Turkish soldiers with wooden stakes and nailed them to the ground of the Principality of Wallachia. The total number of people pierced exceeded 20,000.

"Give me your blood, your life."

Seeing the tragic scene before him as a breeze, the man who was called "The Impaler" by the terrified enemies stretched out his palm and slowly clenched it.

"I was pierced with the stake of despair... I am the one who drinks the lamentation!!"

He is the most famous hero in Transylvania and even in the whole of Romania - Vlad III!

Chapter 382: The assassin is fierce and the Grand Duke loses his arm

Chapter 383: The assassin is fierce and the Grand Duke loses his arm

Screams filled the darkness of the night. In the border forest of the Thousand World Tree territory, invaders from the Magic Association were being brutally slaughtered.

A cleaning team of more than 50 people was surrounded by a lone man, and their lives were being taken away one by one by the rafters.

This horrific hell should not be seen by anyone, but two eyes are watching the movement here.

One of them is Shuoyue, who uses A-level 'Breath Blocking' and a treasure to conceal his figure.

At this moment, he ignored the magicians who were accompanying him being pierced, and turned his head to look at the small puppet on his shoulder.

"Well, after seeing what is happening before your eyes, do you still have doubts about the Thousand Worlds Tree summoning servants in advance?"

"I have completely understood that it is such a dangerous familiar. It seems that the battle between the Thousand World Tree and us is inevitable."

Belphebon's old voice came from the puppet. Even though the wooden puppet had no face, one could still hear the anxiety in his tone.

"How is it, Lord Shuoyue, can you take action?"

Even a large and powerful magic association had spent enormous resources to train a cleaning team, and the loss of one would hurt for a long time, not to mention that half of them had already been wiped out.

"Don't worry. If the Holy Grail System fails to activate, your Magic Association will lose more than just one team."

If it was the real body that came, Shuoyue would definitely protect these temporary teammates quietly, but what Belphebon asked for was the blessing of the beast.

"These are necessary sacrifices if you want to win, Head of the Summoning Department."

Finally completing the last operation, the young man severed the connection with the Holy Grail before the Thousand Worlds Tree discovered him and slowly stood up.

"Just pray that a few of your chess pieces, which you have cultivated at great expense, can survive before I take action."

Although he spoke words that seemed caring, Shuoyue's eyes were icy cold and devoid of any warmth.

"After all, if these helpers are useless, even I won't be able to kill the top-level Servant."

Kill?

Kill the Servant?!

After the Holy Grail ritual was successful, did he dare to set his sights on such a powerful Servant? !

In the Magic Association's room, the three leaders stared at each other in astonishment, speechless. At the other end, Shuoyue had already dropped the communication puppet, crouched down, and approached Vlad III with a fist gun in hand.

He, Shuoyue, is a Servant who descended as a class.

He is an assassin who is best at delivering a fatal blow and taking the head of the commander of an army!

His eyes were an iridescent icy blue, his world was shattered, and there was a lone wolf walking in the darkness.

Target: Black, Vlad III.

The hunt begins!

Tulifas is a small city in the northern part of Transylvania, Romania. The city walls built in the Middle Ages to prevent Turkish invasions are still well preserved today, surrounding part of the fortress and the city. Most of the city's buildings were repaired and rebuilt on the basis of the Middle Ages, and have extremely precious historical value.

For Tulifas, the symbol of the city is the huge castle standing on the hill - Milenia.

The castle has had the same owner since the Middle Ages, and despite Ottoman invasions, the Black Death, and bombings in modern wars, the fortress and its owners are still standing today.

The name of that clan is Qianjieshu. They are a group of magicians who migrated from Northern Europe to Romania. At present, the city is unprecedentedly prosperous.

Not only the Thousand World Tree Clan, but also a group of handsome servants from nowhere were working meticulously, patrolling the city with battle axes that were far behind the times. There were also walking stone beds and stone statues with glowing eyes...

From the perspective of onlookers, they would be surprised to find something had happened. However, among the simple residents of Tulifas, there was no reckless person who would step into this strange castle. As long as the lights in the city were on, even going out late at night was a warning.

So when the castle lights, which had been extinguished for a long time a few months ago, began to shine again, the residents looked at each other with gloomy expressions on their faces - the bloody tyrants were back!

"Yes, everything is for today!"

Even though it was a bright sunny day outside, the King's Room in the fortress was still dark. Only the flames burning on the seven-lamp candlesticks reflected the bloody massacre in the forest.

The king on the throne is not here, but the seven-lamp candlestick is reflecting his majestic figure killing foreign enemies. Next to the throne, there is a handsome man with his arms outstretched, speaking in a majestic and confident tone.

"Watch out, all of you, the Thousand World Tree Clan, the Masters who possess the Command Seals. From now on, you will risk your lives as Masters in the fierce battles to come. Before that, let me show you the Servants that will be summoned in the future, and a glimpse of their power!"

The man's name was Danic Preston Thousand Worlds Tree. He was the patriarch of the Thousand Worlds Tree Clan and one of the participants in the Third Holy Grail War. That war had happened more than sixty years ago, but there was not a single wrinkle on the man's face. From his appearance, one would think he was between twenty-six and thirty years old, as if time had stopped for him since the Third Holy Grail War.

The magicians chosen as masters by the Qianjieshu family half-knelt on the ground, looking up, watching the battle, or rather the ravage, of the king of the black camp.

The rafters symbolizing the bloody legend rose from the ground, and wherever the magic power reached, it spread like locusts, and like the apocalypse, slaughtering their own kind like killing chickens and sheep, even the magicians themselves did not dare to say that they could defeat them.

Even though they were in the same camp as the Grand Duke, when Vlad III started his killing spree, the masters of the Thousand Worlds Tree still felt a chill in their hearts and could not help themselves.

Who can defeat such a powerful being?

Just as everyone was feeling awed and uneasy, the one-sided victory that Danik had shown to everyone took an uncontrollable turn.

The atmosphere in the forest suddenly changed.

"Hmm." Vlad III frowned at the sudden uneasiness. He restrained his distracted mood caused by chasing prey and gripped his spear tightly.

Even though he did not have the intuition of a warrior, the countless assassination attempts he had encountered as a king still made the Grand Duke of Wallachia wary.

But looking around, apart from a few magicians who fled in panic, the only things that remained in the servant's field of vision were the trembling trees and the wind in the forest.

Is it an illusion? "

At the moment when the Grand Duke was confused, a man in black robe appeared like a ghost. Unbeknownst to him, the lurking assassin had already approached behind him!

As the fist gun was raised, Shuoyue's gunshot roared along with his words:

"I saw...your death!"

“What—!” Vlad III looked back in astonishment. Even though the time was very short, he still recited the true name of the Noble Phantasm:

"The King of Capital Punishment!"

The pitch-black rafters unfolded layer by layer like red spider lilies, and the carefully polished spell bullets sank into them, constantly breaking through the barriers, but finally being trapped in the infinite magic piles.

At the same time, the rafters formed by the King of Death Penalty swarmed forward like the most loyal soldiers, madly squeezing the assassin's movement space, trying to pierce and kill him in order to appease the king's thundering wrath!

Bang bang bang!

Fire burst out from the muzzle of the gun. Before the Wallachian Grand Duke could react, the young man in black robes destroyed the rafters and took a step forward. His ice-blue eyes reflected a deadly rainbow light:

"The world is over, goodbye!"

Under the dark pistol, the black blade flashed.

puff!

"Ughhhhhh!"

Along with the cry of pain, a right arm tightly grasping the spear flew into the sky involuntarily!

Lan Zhi, Shuo Yue, the assassination was successful.

Black, Romania's top servant, Flanders III, with a broken arm!

Chapter 383 Assassination, Vlad III's Desperate Situation

Chapter 384 Assassination, Vlad III's Desperate Situation

In the inky forest, the Grand Duke of Wallachia covered his broken arm and roared, his sharp and cruel eyes fixed forward.

The young man in a black robe and holding two guns moved around like a ghost, but his rainbow eyes contained a heart-wrenching silence.

There was complete silence among the kings of Mirenia Fortress, and the masters of the Thousand World Trees bowed their heads in fear, not daring to look, as if the wrath of the king would spread from the other end of the forest and burn the disrespectful magicians to death.