Doctor will never die in a hellish situation.

The elite troops who arrived at Lungmen were divided into two groups. One group, led by Mephisto, went to besiege the Guard Bureau building, while the other group lay in ambush near the docking area, waiting for Rhodes Island's attention to be drawn before launching an attack.

Although it is unclear why the leader is so concerned about Rhodes Island, even going so far as to modify the initial battle plan and dilute the forces for occupying Lungmen, considering Rhodes Island's various misdeeds, it can be considered as a partial repayment of blood debts!

"Hmph, Rhodes Island, are you happy killing our compatriots outside? You won't be laughing for long!" The special forces squad leader cracked his neck, a cruel smile spreading across his face, and kicked open the tightly closed door, ready to unleash a massacre.

It seems the people inside have received the news and gone to seek refuge, but he is not worried that they will escape. The only exit is still under fierce fighting. These infected traitors are ultimately just caged birds, only delaying their death.

then……

"Team leader, we've encountered a Sarkaz girl, she..."

"Don't tell me you can't bring yourself to do it! Anyone who dares to resist the Unity Movement must be dealt with in the most cruel and ruthless way. This is the order the leader gave us!"

"...She can breathe fire! Several of our brothers have been burned to ashes, we can't beat her!"

Immediately afterwards, screams and a girl's maniacal laughter came through the walkie-talkie.

What the hell is this?

The special forces squad leader shook his head, looked at the thick smoke rising from the corner and the scorching heat that made it impossible to breathe, and decisively ordered his subordinates to designate the area ahead as a danger zone and change direction to continue the cleanup plan.

then……

"If you want to hurt Himer, you'll have to get past me first!" A silver-haired Vaiva woman in a white lab coat blocked their way, completely ignoring the group as she busied herself wrapping bandages around her hands.

"Hmph, arrogant. Just because you strapped something to your hands doesn't mean you're a King of Fighters!" The warlock leader sneered and ordered his subordinates to launch an attack.

Immediately afterwards, the fist-blade warrior, who was most skilled in close combat, was effortlessly punched through by her. Then, a special forces soldier took the opportunity to swing his knife at her neck. With a "crunch," the Ursus standard-issue military knife broke in two.

The special forces squad leader had no choice but to leave a few magic-wielding guards to fight her while he hurried off to the rest of the laboratories.

After rounding another corner, before he could even kick the door open, the door to the room opened from the inside, and an Adakris woman with green hair walked out. Judging from the medical kit she was carrying and the staff she was holding, she was probably a genuine medical operator.

"What are we waiting for? Kill her!" he shouted, overjoyed that he was finally about to make his fortune.

then……

The green-haired woman actually used her staff as a hammer, easily taking down several soldiers without him even seeing how she made her move.

"Are all the people of Rhodes Island monsters? Where is the Kingslayer? Why haven't she and her subordinates shown up yet?" The special forces squad leader only had time to say this before he saw something that looked like a staff coming down at his head.

Clap!

The temperature suddenly dropped last night, and I forgot to put on a blanket before going to bed. When I woke up, I found that I had a slight cold, so I will only be posting once tonight.

The Writer will be back online tomorrow night at 7 PM. See you there!

that's all.

Section 348, Chapter Sixty-Four: You Can Always Trust the Kingkiller (3)

An absolutely perfect pair of hands, neither sweaty nor trembling, crossed behind a smile, concealing a dangerous outline. When you are most relaxed, they will strike without any emotion, and never look back.

This is the Kingslayer, an assassin from the Reunion Movement.

Before the great battle of Chernobog began, she led the infiltrators into the city council, paralyzing the city's command system and turning the blood-stained blade into a nightmare for the resistance fighters.

But rather than being called a killer, she prefers to be called an assassin.

The former is at best a little more advanced than a mercenary; they are nothing more than bald-headed desperados who do things for money. The latter, however, has their own beliefs and independent will, and kills in order to achieve specific goals.

Her intentions are easy to discern from the somewhat childish codename "King Killer".

This strange obsession stemmed from a story told by an older brother who was a colleague of her father when she was a child. The story of the assassin named Ezio, Rupert, and his series of adventures in Syracuse captivated the young girl, who had only read books like "Justice and Justice" that were completely unsuitable for her age.

In contrast, another story about a killer called 47 didn't appeal to the little girl as much. She even naively thought that killers were all bald old men, and she still has a psychological aversion to the term "killer" to this day.

Later, when she actually arrived in Syracuse, she realized that all those stories were lies. There was no Brotherhood or Templar Knights in the mobile city of Florence, and training assassin skills did not require injecting strange drugs to become bald, nor did it involve tattooing barcodes on the back of one's head.

Unfortunately, she never had the chance to run up to that liar and use that as an excuse to ask for candy.

"It's alright, just bear with it a little longer, and I'll send that traitor down to face your judgment..." the Kingslayer murmured in a low voice, his red eyes filled with determination.

Unlike those teams that launched a direct assault on Rhodes Island and engaged in aimless fighting, her group of infiltrators had a clear target: the despicable traitor hiding deep within the landship.

Let's start with this besieged patrol squad. We can collect some interest and save them the trouble of sending the message back to the landship! The Kingslayer used the fog to cover the advance of the assault squad until they disappeared from sight. Then he ordered an attack on the team led by the Felin girl not far away.

“…Monster…There’s a monster!” A moment later, a subordinate stumbled up to her, still shaken, and said.

"What's going on? Don't be nervous, tell me slowly!" The King Killer grabbed the man's collar.

"Everyone, everyone is dead! The other side... the other side was two women, one of them was, ahhhhh, red! I saw them... I want to go back to Ursus, we shouldn't have come here..." The Lurker, who should have been silent and calm, screamed hysterically like a frightened little girl.

"What the hell are you doing? Those seekers of revenge, even if Talulah were to take action, she couldn't possibly eliminate them silently!" The Kingslayer slapped him across the face, temporarily calming him down.

Since Boris the Avenger went missing, the team he once led was transferred to the Kingkillers. These killing machines, whose will had been almost completely extinguished and who only knew how to vent their vengeful rage, became the Kingkillers' trump card in their attack on Rhodes Island.

"I don't know... I can't contact anyone... We've been attacked, and no one can stop that red thing..." The question seemed to trigger something terrifying, and the Lurker spoke intermittently. With strength from who knows where, he broke free from the Kingslayer and fled into the distance.

The man fled quickly, disappearing around the corner in the blink of an eye.

Not long after, a piercing scream shattered the sky.

The kingslayer knew that the attackers were nearby, and that their target was clearly him.

However, how would she know who the hunter and the prey were without trying? She took a deep breath and hurried toward the location where her subordinate had been attacked.

……

Click!

The crisp sound of high heels on the concrete floor rang out as the lynx, dressed in a green lab coat, stepped over the corpse and bumped into the approaching kingslayer.

"You...it's you...I've finally found you! Traitor!" Gazing at the face that was exactly the same as in his memory, the King Killer was so excited that his voice began to tremble, and his intense resentment almost materialized.

“You are Ilya’s daughter, Lyudmila? I didn’t expect you to return to Ursus from Syracuse. No wonder Sergei…” The lynx raised an eyebrow, seemingly surprised, and made a stop gesture by waving its right hand in the air.

"Shut up, how dare you mention my father's name?" The Kingslayer impatiently interrupted Kal'tsit, pointing his short sword at her throat. "Surprising, isn't it? Even though all the scientists in the research institute were wiped out by Ursus, I've returned to avenge them."

"Your hair is the same red as Ilya's." Kal'tsit didn't seem to care about being pointed at with a weapon; instead, her tone carried a hint of wistfulness.

"I told you to shut up!"

"What? Are you curious about my reaction? Do you think I should repent to you before I die, like Sergei did?"

"No, I don't believe for a second that you, this cold-blooded old woman, have any conscience left! Time hasn't left a mark on your face, so so-called feelings can't affect your heart! Otherwise, you wouldn't have betrayed everyone with Sergei!"

"Old woman..." Kal'tsit's temple throbbed, but she remained calm and indifferent: "A cruel and ruthless traitor who will stop at nothing to achieve his goals? Is this the me you imagined? I wonder if my appearance has disappointed you?"

"Hmph, all I know is that you'll die a horrible death! Everyone at the research institute has been waiting underground for a long time. Sergei alone isn't enough to satisfy them; it's time to send you on your way too!" The Kingslayer spewed out a large amount of mist, making the already low visibility even worse, to the point where you couldn't see your own hand in front of your face. "Traitor, your biggest mistake was daring to appear before me alone!"

This is a special power that the Kingslayer gains after becoming an Infected. As long as one remains hidden within it, they will not be detected by any Originium Arts. In this extremely unfavorable situation, weak sorcerers will become lambs to the slaughter.

At this moment, Dr. Rhodes Island was directing the battle on the front lines, and the special tactics team that had given the Kingslayer a hard time was also out on a mission. The area was not near cliffs or the edge of tall buildings, so she did not believe that anyone was left in the empty landship who could stop the killing.

"..." Kal'tsit seemed to have lost her senses and was in a state of panic.

"Where should I begin? The throat? A clean and quick death would be too easy for you. I'll sever your limbs first, and then slowly torture you. This blood debt that I've owed for so many years won't be repaid so easily..." The voice of the kingslayer came from all directions, with a sense of exhilaration that a great grudge was about to be avenged.

Normally, she would never toy with her prey. Just like in the story the older brother told, she considered herself an assassin, not a killer. Only a madman like Mephistopheles would do that.

But the vicious old woman in front of her was the object of her deep-seated hatred, the culprit who caused her family's destruction, so it was not unreasonable for her to take more drastic measures in her revenge.

"Red, don't kill her!" Just as she was about to slit her enemy's throat, Kal'tsit spoke up.

As if targeted by some natural enemy, the Kingslayer's body began to tremble violently, and she could barely hold onto her short sword. Then, a small, red figure pounced on her, carrying a powerful aura that left her with no thought of resistance.

The aura condensed into a huge wolf head phantom, and just looking at it made her feel dizzy. Then she was slammed to the ground.

Chapter 65, Section 349: A girl's fantasies always need to be shattered.

“Wolf! There’s the scent of a wolf, Red smelled it, but she’s not a wolf!” The girl, Lupo, who was holding down the Kingslayer, looked up and said to Kal’tsit with certainty.

"It seems you've had quite a history in Syracuse." The lynx frowned, but didn't delve into it. "Back to our previous topic, if I were truly a traitor, would killing me make you happy?"

"Of course I'm happy! I wish I could tear your throat apart, not only for the researchers you betrayed, but also for the infected compatriots you killed on Rhodes Island!" the Kingkiller said hatefully, twisting his joints to break free from the enemy's control.

Unexpectedly, her secret technique, passed down from the Syracuse assassin organization, seemed to have no effect on the red-clad Rupert. With just a slight twist and pull, she easily neutralized the force of his struggle, as if she had been specially trained for it.

“She’s trying to exert herself, using wolf techniques! She’s learned how wolves bite, which is why she’s picked up that scent! Red can make her lose her resistance; just aim for the spinal cord!” The Rupert girl who called herself Red said coldly, drawing a small knife from her waist and aiming it at the center of the Kingslayer’s back.

"Not for now." Kal'tsit shook her head, stopping Red's actions.

"Who needs your fake kindness? Just kill me! But remember this: even in death, I will curse you forever!" Although he was quite frightened by Hong's actions, the Kingslayer gritted his teeth and said defiantly.

“Good fighting spirit, just like Ilya, but you haven’t inherited his meticulousness and insight. Lyudmila, you believe I am also one of the traitors and have chosen violent means for revenge, but have you ever considered that you might encounter something with even greater power?” Kal’tsit said, gesturing for Red to release her hand.

"What...what is this..." The king killer, who had regained his freedom, did not take the opportunity to cause trouble.

A huge black monster emerged from behind Kal'tsit. Faced with that suffocating sense of oppression, Kingslayer was pressed to the ground a dozen times by Red.

“You didn’t give Sergei a chance to explain, so I’ll speak for him!” Kal’tsit smoothed her hair and leaned closer. “Sergei is an indecisive man, but he’s not as greedy and ruthless as you think. Okrina controlled his children and forced him to reveal our hidden secrets!”

"Bonebreaker and Misha..." A mocking glint flashed in the Kingslayer's eyes. That man had betrayed everyone at the research institute, yet ultimately failed to protect the person he most wanted to protect. "No, this doesn't absolve you of any responsibility..."

“Lyudmila, I only escaped by sheer luck!” Keshiel said calmly, as if stating something unrelated to himself. “Okrina acted swiftly, immediately launching an operation to arrest the institute’s staff on the very day Sergei surrendered.”

"But you clearly have such great power, why..." The Kingslayer wavered, but still couldn't help but question.

“Your father deliberately showed himself to draw Okrana’s attention in order to cover your safe departure. And I couldn’t persuade him to leave the research institute; he wanted to destroy as much data as possible.” Kal’tsit sighed, somewhat regretfully. “In a way, you’re just as stubborn as your father. Even though he sent you to Syracuse, you went back to that city on your own.”

"So everything I did was completely meaningless?"

"Your father and those researchers covered up the secret of the sarcophagus with their own deaths. If we really want to trace it back to the source, the target of your revenge should be the Ursus Empire. They are the real traitors. But you killed Sergei, a man who couldn't even protect his own children."

"I……"

“Think about what Ilya taught you, and think about what you did in Chernobog. Now that you’ve come to Lungmen, what will you do after you’ve conquered it? Slaughter them indiscriminately like in Chernobog? Enslave them? Or throw them into the wilderness to fend for themselves? Or forcibly transform them into Infected and spread suffering to them?”

With each word Kal'tsit spoke, the Kingslayer's expression turned increasingly grim.

She felt like the sky had fallen. The reason that had kept her alive all these years had turned out to be a misunderstanding from beginning to end? Ezio, the master assassin who thought he was burdened with blood feuds and lofty ideals, was actually 47, a bald assassin who had been manipulated before his awakening.

"Stop talking..." the Kingslayer murmured.

"The hatred of the Reunion Movement and your hatred have been manipulated. Your leader is using and guiding your anger and hatred; in other words, you have all become pawns in her ambitions."

"Please, stop talking..."

"Oh, right, that guy who told you stories and gave you candy back then, he's still alive." Kal'tsit suddenly leaned close to the Kingslayer and whispered.