The world doesn't need succubi to save it.

If Shirin were to rank the people she least wants to encounter right now, the King would be second, and no one would be first.

The ruler of a country.

Symbolizing the highest power in this land of stargazing, it is undoubtedly the key to breaking the deadlock, the eye of the storm.

legend!

Neither of these points should have occurred at this time.

Not to mention, Shirin is currently being held hostage by assassins and used as their guide.

Upon seeing the king, regardless of the assassin's fate, Shirin's original "value" vanished at that moment.

To the assassins, Shirin had lost her value and became something that could be discarded at will.

As far as the king was concerned, Shirin was a cowardly collaborator who had succumbed to the enemy and was afraid of death.

It was awkward; she wasn't attractive to either group of people.

Although she no longer had the means to survive, Shirin had not lost the experience she had accumulated over the past two hundred years.

Staying between the two who are about to fight is the most unwise choice; once the battle breaks out, neither of them will care about their own life or death...

run!

"Your Majesty, be careful!"

With an excited shout, Shirin unleashed her hidden power and ran towards the king's side.

All the waiting beforehand was for this sudden outburst. The speed at which she suddenly burst forth even exceeded the female assassin's expectations, preventing her from grabbing her.

"what."

The assassin wanted to raise his hand, but hesitated because of the king's gaze.

A feeling of extreme danger.

It feels like any movement would reveal a flaw...

"Is this the king? Or is it really not some wild beast?"

Remaining vigilant, the assassin and the king remained locked in a stalemate, neither making the first move.

Between the two, Shirin ran quickly, disregarding the atmosphere.

One step, two steps...

Shirin was getting closer and closer to the king; just two more steps and she would reach a safe position.

However, she strangely did not feel safe.

"Is there still danger? Where is it coming from?"

The unease in her heart had not subsided, but at this moment she had no time to think and could only stagger forward and continue running.

Three steps, two steps... one step!

Having made it through the final step with a tense mindset, Shirin couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief as she passed the king.

It's safe now...

"Humph."

A powerful voice rang out beside her, causing Xilin's expression to change drastically. Without thinking, she lunged forward.

!

?

Shirin caught a glimpse of what had happened out of the corner of her eye...

The being known as the king swung a massive sword, nearly as tall as a person, with one arm and swung it at Shirin's back without warning as she stumbled past!

It didn't look like he was using a sharp weapon; rather, he was swinging the greatsword as if it were a blunt weapon.

But don't think that such a thing is less dangerous. Once you are touched, you will definitely suffer broken bones and torn tendons!

Given Shirin's current fragile state, she could very well be smashed into a pulp.

not good!

My body instinctively lunged forward; I had no way to control it...

There's nowhere to hide.

"Is this the end of the road?"

There's not much fear here; it's not really death.

However, the feeling of having come all this way for nothing, unable to help Ning Feng anymore, was particularly strong.

"We can't tell him directly... that would be too embarrassing."

But just as Shirin's heart sank, regretting that she was about to leave the stage...

Clang.

Just as the greatsword was about to make contact, a figure suddenly rushed forward and quickly kicked the side of the greatsword, changing its angle slightly.

At the same time, the female assassin used the recoil to get within half a meter of the king!

The dagger twirled in her hand, her purple eyes gleaming with excitement, as she teased:

"Sir, please don't be so rough with a lady!"

"She's just a little maid, is it really necessary to throw such a tantrum? You've already given yourself away."

The dagger, glowing with an eerie light, pierced the king's throat with astonishing speed.

Whoosh!

A huge gust of wind rose overhead, forcibly blowing Shirin's body until she staggered and fell to the ground, rolling uncontrollably a few times.

Winter winter winter...

"hiss!"

She felt several strands of hair, severed by the giant sword, falling from the air as she struggled to her feet.

Shirin's body ached from the impact, and her face was pale, not only because of the wounds but also because of the king's attitude.

Shirin never expected that, with enemies all around, the king would be more concerned with getting rid of her, the "traitor," than capturing the assassin.

An arrogant madman.

The female assassin's choice was equally bold, opting for a frontal assault.

She glanced intently at the female assassin now fighting the king, then turned and continued running away.

Shirin didn't know if the other party intended to help her, a mere maid, or if they had simply seized an opportunity to attack the king when he was vulnerable, thus coincidentally saving her.

She didn't know the real reason.

But she knew exactly what she should do now.

run!

Get away from this place; only survival can keep going.

"Tsk!"

Staggering as she dug, Xilin smacked her lips, a rare occurrence for her, and bit her lip hard.

Damn it.

Why isn't it time yet?!

……

card!

Just as Shirin disappeared around the corner, the female assassin who had been fighting the king like a venomous snake suddenly retreated.

He dodged the king's swing and exclaimed in admiration:

"That's amazing! You're incredibly strong!"

Tick.

A drop of blood dripped from the dagger, and the female assassin became visibly excited, looking at the king, whose face remained unchanged, with a sickly expression.

A small wound now appeared on his cold, hard face, from which a drop of blood seeped.

"You were actually able to dodge that! That's really exciting!"

But the king paid no attention to this and remained silent, walking step by step toward the female assassin.

Like a silent mountain range!

Full of oppression.

The female assassin, however, became even more excited when facing such a powerful enemy.

"Ahhh! He's a strong one! A true strong one!"

Her body twitched unnaturally, and as if she couldn't control herself, she lowered herself and raised the dagger.

"Strong one, can you become even stronger?"

As if she had seen some fresh and delicious food, the female assassin could hardly hide her desire and exclaimed:

"If I kill you..."

"How strong will I become?"

Finally, the king, dragging the giant sword, spoke.

"If you want to kill me, then go ahead."

"If you can do it, then do it."

He coldly and disdainfully looked down at the crazed assassin, as if it were both contempt and a matter of course:

"Struggle, you ant, for standing before you is the hero-king Reinhardt."

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