It is impossible for the girl to find the evil god in the textbook

After a full minute, this terrifying ice and snow storm gradually subsided.After a few heavy crashes, the ice covering the doors and windows of the carriage was violently destroyed.

A hand that was as pale as a dead man and covered with black rotten spots on its surface pierced the frozen wooden door with its five fingers and pulled it out hard!

This time, the force almost tore off the entire carriage door, and then a sinister face with an equally pale face without hair or eyebrows poked in, looking around with a pair of eyes covered by white haze that made it difficult to judge whether there was any vision. One lap.

He flipped his flexible tongue and rolled out the copper whistle originally hidden under his tongue and blew it hard.

Gertu, known as the "Walking Corpse", is a notorious killer in the wizarding world. His dead body can perfectly hide his own aura.From the very beginning when the two set out, Gertu was hiding right under the carriage like a gecko.

To be on the safe side, he hardly used any magic during the operation. He just listened patiently to the conversation between the two people under the car, and used this to pinpoint their exact location and succeed with one strike.

He first killed the old man who might be in trouble, and then consumed a valuable Blizzard Scroll to completely eliminate the trouble.If even this could not completely destroy the other party, he could also hide in the darkness and escape as long as the blizzard lasted.

Gertu used the copper whistle to transmit the news to his companions lurking outside the carriage, and was about to reach out to pick off the target's head.

He thinks the old man is right, the most dangerous blade often comes from the unexpected behind.It was this teacher's persuasion day after day that allowed Gertu to match his identity with the voters who were rewarded by the alliance.

But the best courses should not stop at theory. Even if you understand this truth, it is meaningless if you don't pay more attention.

Thinking of this, he cut off the girl's head with his sharp nails and held it in his hand, then reached out to grab the black spear he used to assassinate the old man.

Chapter 14 The Tacit Understanding of the Evil Party

Gertu pulled the spear twice casually, but found that it was not pulled out as smoothly as he thought.

The power of the "blizzard" seemed to be much stronger than imagined, and the blood and minced meat were completely frozen.

Although if you want to use brute force to pull it out, it is not impossible to do it with Gertu's power, but it is very likely to completely destroy this corpse belonging to the "chosen people".

At that time, it is hard to say whether the wizard in charge of the alliance or the executor will admit it.

Looking at it this way, he could only find a way to soften or thaw the body before taking the spear.

Gertu clicked his tongue, this time the cost he paid was not small.

To ensure he kills his so-called Chosen Ones, he coats his preferred weapons with a special coating of paint that blocks light and magical aura.And the scroll that could only release the complete mid-range magic "Blizzard" also cost him one hundred and five pounds. Although it was only a mid-level spell, its power was not small in an extremely narrow space.

Taking into account the other people hired to act with him this time, at least [-] pounds of remuneration must be recovered from those official wizards to be considered sufficient.

Of course, what is more important is that the new executive officer promised that anyone who kills the "chosen people" or "apostle" will burn all the files related to him, no matter what he has done before.And give an option to become an external executor and live an official status.

Although he has little interest in living under the control of others, judging from what Gertu has done before, if he falls into the hands of an enforcer one day in the future.I'm afraid being burned to death by magic flames thirty or forty times won't be enough.

A person like an executive should be disdainful of lying. If he succeeds this time, it will be enough for Gertu to live a decent second half of his life.

"What on earth are voters? They don't seem to be powerful at all..."

This strange name made Gertu think a little. In religion, the term electorate has a special meaning.When the Day of Judgment comes, only those chosen by God can obtain salvation.

"Is there really some damn god and Judgment Day...then why do the wizard alliance and the executors fight against the god?"

According to Geertu's logic, if there are really some "judgment day" in the mouth of the magic stick, then it is absolutely impossible for a person like him to be chosen by God to go to heaven.That being the case, it might as well go to those guys who dare to deal with the "chosen people" and "apostles".

In his opinion, those big figures like pure-blood patriarchs and executive officers may not be weaker than the gods in the mouth of the magic sticks.

Thinking of this, Gertu impatiently blew another copper whistle.Nearly 3 minutes had passed, but the companions who had been arranged in advance to meet in the distance had not yet appeared.

The sense of crisis flashed by, and Geertu suddenly turned around and grabbed his back, a piece appeared in his palm that he hadn't firmly grasped, and pulled it out before the former clenched his palm.

As soon as the blow missed, the figure who drew the knife immediately took a step back and stood still, keeping half a meter away from the killer.

"Don't wait, Gertu the Walking Corpse.Hand over those two heads, and I can let you go. "

He was a short, fat, kind-faced guy.The short windbreaker was obviously a little narrow on him, and even the buttons on the chest could not be closed, but unlike his bloated appearance, the weapons he used were two daggers less than three inches long.

Gertu felt a slight itching in his palm. In that flash of lightning, the tip of the dagger had left two shallow buttons on his palm.

"Mark the Poisonous Spider, your poison doesn't work on me! "

Gertu lowered his throat and let out a low, beast-like roar.Under his severed palm, there was only blood loss and white flesh, and the wound was quickly covered with a layer of frost to bond the muscles and skin.

The venom used by the poisonous spider Mark is enough to choke a strong horse, and even has an effect on some less powerful dangerous creatures, but it is completely ineffective when facing him who is almost dead.

"That's why I plan to discuss it with you, isn't it?"

The fat man smiled kindly,

"You have used the scroll now, and you have no weapons in your hands. If you really fight hard in the end, even if my poison doesn't work, you will probably be the one who suffers."

"It's not as good as this. I don't want to go too far. I have already dealt with the trash you hired. We will take them and the head of the apostle to the executor to receive the reward. I don't think they will mind charging more. Get a few heads on the wanted list."

He twirled the two short knives, making them jump and spin flexibly between his fingers.

"You see, I am different from those losers. We are both truly powerful people, and it is easier to take things away safely when we work together - you and I are not the only ones eyeing this piece of fat."

Gertu frowned a little bit, what the other party said did make sense.But he also understood very well that the reason why Mark was willing to make peace was only because he confirmed that the two sides were equal in strength in the brief conflict just now.

Neither the other party nor himself can sincerely want to cooperate.

"How will the reward be divided?"

"I don't take advantage of you either."

Mark's small eyes narrowed with a smile,

"After all, you killed the target, so we'll split the rewards between the two voters in half. The money from those wanted criminals belongs to you, do you have any objection?"

This kind of quotation is quite conscientious, and Mark even kindly compensated him for the cost he consumed.There is no extra temptation, this should be the sincerity and reserve price given by the other party.

Gertu nodded, but he didn't hold the other's outstretched right hand. This detail made the smile on the fat man's face even stronger.

Just when the two were about to harvest and clean up all the loot on the scene, an old sigh came from inside the carriage.

Mark's face changed drastically, and he stepped back quickly, and the two short knives slipped from his cuffs into his palms immediately.

The "Walking Corpse" Gertu looked in the direction of the carriage in shock, his expression full of astonishment, horror and disbelief.

"What's going on? Haven't you already killed the target?"

Mark screamed. The terrifying magic power rising rapidly in the carriage made him sweat coldly. He could only use the corner of his eyes to glare at the killer who had just reached a partnership.

"I even strung its corpse with hair, how is that possible?"

Gertu couldn't imagine that someone could survive such an injury, and he was even delayed in that weird carriage for several minutes?

As if to confirm that this was not an illusion, the old sigh reappeared in the carriage.Then, a pair of blood-stained huge moth-like insect wings tore apart the carriage and stretched outwards, the moon-white light almost illuminated the dark plain.

Chapter 15 Titmouse

The wreckage of the carriage was stained with a layer of dead gray, and it collapsed in all directions under the airflow from the wings like rotten cobwebs and dead leaves.

The moon-white strange creature half-kneeled on the ground, its body showed two different characteristics of humans and insects at the same time.Its translucent abdominal cavity is pierced by a black iron anchor, and some bluish blood continuously flows outward along the wound. They flow through the circular folds of the worm's abdomen, and also flow through the ice slag and pointed vertebra embedded in the skin. .

The image of the monster is like an old man being hugged from behind by a giant moth, but the two are closely connected by blood vessels and vine-like substances.

Although it had been severely injured, the blow that completely penetrated the human body did not seem to be a fatal injury to this strange creature.

The old man held the corpse of a young girl in his arms. The latter had been almost completely destroyed by the wind and snow, leaving only broken pieces of ice.

The ice gradually melted in his arms, and the corpse could no longer maintain a human appearance. Her arms, sides, face and other exposed skin also began to shatter and fall off, exposing unformed wings and large strange crystals.

The expression on the old man's face ranged from pity to regret, but he didn't show any pain.The holy look is like the statue of the Virgin Mary embracing the Son of Man in the church.

He sighed again, and dark blue blood spilled from his mouth.

The old man didn't reach out for the iron spear embedded in his body, because this action would make the body lose its balance, and the girl in his arms who was barely spliced ​​together would also fall to the ground.

Gertu and Mark looked at each other. Although the monster in front of them was far more powerful than they expected, its current state was obviously wrong and it was seriously injured.

After witnessing the two moon-white broad insect wings, the two realized that the old man in front of them was not a voter, but an "apostle" with a higher value in the reward offered by the alliance!

If they can bring an apostle's head to the executor's contact point, let alone their past misdeeds or a simple peripheral status, they may even have the chance to get the protection of the alliance and enough wealth to squander a lifetime in the future!

The two killers looked at each other and immediately understood what the other was thinking.Mark tore off an object wrapped in black cloth that looked like an iron pot from behind. It was a weird, silver-encrusted mirror shield made of glass.

The thing made of this fragile material cannot be called a shield in itself, because even an ordinary person can smash it casually with a wooden shield, let alone facing terrifying wizards and dangerous creatures.

Its only function is that in the face of some kind of attack that uses light, the cloudy mirror can completely block the light and twist their parts to form a ring of protection.

The poisonous spider has already obtained the information that the executor intends to announce, and has some understanding of the strange creature called the apostle, so it has also prepared for it in advance.

In order to get the reward promised by the Trust Executive and the Wizards Alliance, the price he paid in advance was no less than Geertu.

Mark curled up his fat and bloated body behind the shield. The fat man's bones and muscles were partially displaced at this time, and he was completely hidden like a ball.If you observe carefully, you will find that the fat under his skin is full of toughness and can exert force on its own. It is not the bloated fat on a normal middle-aged human at all.

If someone thinks that Mark is slow because of his size, he is a traditional spellcaster or a powerful figure, they will probably suffer a big loss in just one encounter.In fact, there have been far too few idiots who have died from this in the past.

After completing the contraction in an instant, the meat ball hit the ground heavily with both feet, spun off the ground with movements that humans could not do, and suddenly bounced off the shield like a cannonball!

Gertu's body, on the other hand, tore off his coat abruptly, striding forward straight.

There were faintly maggots crawling in and out of his pale, rotting body, and Gertu's arms were covered in frost during just a few steps of running.

He used his arms to protect his head, and he rushed out like this. This dead man's body is quite strong and can be immune to some magic attacks.Even if an ordinary person cuts it with a knife, it will only leave a light white mark.

Both of them are no longer hiding, the killer's intuition tells them that they must immediately seize the opportunity to kill the weak target, otherwise they will be the ones who die!

But at this time, in the astonished eyes of the two people.

A moon-white ball of light condensed in front of the moth's net-like head. This huge magic power made the two killers fall into the ice cave. If they felt such a huge magic power from the old man at the beginning, Gertu Will definitely choose to give up the task on the spot.Instead of taking risks to seek benefits, after all, the apostle-level targets are simply not something they can deal with.

The ball of light was as bright and cold as the moon falling from the sky to the ground.It's not dazzling or hot, but just existing here takes away all eyes.

The rays of light exploded, covering an area of ​​hundreds of meters in an instant. Gertu kept charging forward, but the black spots on the surface of his body began to rapidly expand and rot.The maggots struggled and twisted to get out, but they quickly turned black and withered and stopped moving.

A rock-like gray spreads upward from the soles of Gertu's feet. The magic resistance and strong body that the walking zombies are proud of are completely useless under the moonlight!A frightening feeling of weakness was rapidly amplifying, and he might not be able to move again in a few seconds.

Gertu's eyeballs were almost protruding from their sockets. He poured out all his magic power to condense a huge ice gun in his palm, and then threw it out forcefully.

After completing this action, Gertu could no longer move, like a lifelike statue.From the so-called "walking corpse" to a dead body.

But the glass shield successfully absorbed and blocked most of the moonlight, and the area where Mark was located became a safe blind spot. The moonlight was refracted by the cloudy mirror into chaotic bands of light, forming a lake of light in front of the shield.

In just three seconds, Mark was already in front of the monster's attack!The mirror shield in front of him cracked slightly. Although it could resist the weird moonlight, the pure magic power in it was about to break through the limit that this magic shield could bear.

This change made Mark burst into cold sweat immediately, and Gertu's last blow also arrived at this moment.

The fat man had already known what had happened behind him. Apart from cursing Geertu secretly as useless, he was also looking forward to the blow of this "walking corpse" before his death.

If this powerful ice spear can kill the apostle, he will be able to enjoy the spoils to himself.Not only that, but the bounty offered by the wizard killer Gertu will not be a small sum.