I, Wang Ha, the Assassin of Three Red Warriors

Tranquility weighed it up and said her choice, while Baimao, who folded her arms, agreed and said:

"I support Tranquil's opinion. Edmund and Moriarty are in the Imperial Palace. Sooner or later, this place will become their playground. It's meaningless to stay here."

"Indeed, the recent commissions have become less and less." The curse wrist talking to himself tapped his fingers on the table, "Professor Moriarty joined the Imperial Research Institute with a clean identity, and there will be no more in a short time." Big move."

Hearing what the curse wrist said, Shadow Lantern suddenly realized something, and asked, "How much money do we have left for our activities?"

Jing Mi was stunned when she heard the words, took out the money bag and poured it on the table, dozens of copper coins rolled out, and there were two or three silver coins among them.

Calculated based on the expensive prices in the imperial capital, this amount of money seems to be enough for them to eat and drink for two or three days, and after that they will be completely out of food.

The atmosphere of silence spread in the room, and the distracted fanatic felt the awkward atmosphere, and looked up at the partners around him, with a little puzzled expression on his little face.

"Ahem, I think it's better for Master Kong Ming to accept the commission, shall we?"

The curse wrist coughed twice to break the silence, and the others also reacted, nodding their heads in agreement.

"Yeah, Heroic Spirits also need to have dinner, right? Let's take it." Baimao said.

"Yes, that's the decision, shall we pack up and leave?" Jing Mi said as she put the coins away again.

Fanxinzi looked at his companions who had reached a consensus, but still didn't understand how they negotiated it all at once, and they were still hesitant to discuss and discuss a few seconds ago.

"No, since Master Kong Ming invited me to wait for Hassan to create a great cause together, it is because of the ability of our Assassin sect, so we must not leave empty-handed, and we still need to submit a certificate."

Shadow Lantern showed the majesty that the second-generation Hassan should have, and such an act of saving face for the king of the mountain, other Hassans will naturally not refuse, and the fanatic is even more like, "Let's talk, let's talk today." Cut who' excited posture.

"Should you vote for a certificate? According to your opinion, who is suitable?" Curse Wrist asked.

Since Shadow Lantern proposed this idea, he naturally had a plan in mind and asked:

"I heard that the empire also has its own assassination force? It is rumored that the strength is not bad?"

"There is such a thing, don't you think so?" Kuangxinzi squinted his eyes and smiled, "Besides, it seems that the imperial assassination forces have been recruiting orphans from all over the country recently, and it seems that they want to train a new generation of killers. gone."

The eye sockets of the curse-wrist skull mask lit up red, and he muttered: "That's just right, didn't the old man also tell us before leaving that we want to select the No. 20 generation of old men in the mountains? This batch of good seedlings is just right."

Shadow Lantern nodded, the flickering lights reflected his blurred face, and his hoarse and deep voice echoed in the room.

"In the name of Assassin, the Assassin's Order, we gallop from the dark death, walk in the darkness, and convey the gospel of heaven to the world on behalf of the angel of death."

Chapter 335 Imperial Assassination Troop

legend.

Thousands of years ago, when the empire was founded.

The talented and generous founding emperor stands on the top of the world and overlooks all living beings. Power, money, beauty, etc. are all revealed in his eyes, and the only thing he worries about is the country he has spent his whole life building.

The emperor who ruled the empire knew that there was no hope of immortality, but also worried that his descendants would not be able to protect the huge foundation of the country after his death, so he was always depressed and unhappy.

The general trend of the world will be divided for a long time, and will be combined for a long time.

The ancient emperors who were able to emerge from the chaotic grasslands and sweep the world, attacking aliens in the north, conquering barbarians in the south, and expelling the western kingdoms naturally understood this unavoidable law and reason.

Although he knew it in his heart, the emperor was unwilling.

Those who can develop such a great foundation must also have a firm mind. Before finding a solution, the emperor was thinking hard every day, trying to figure out how to keep the empire long-lasting.

One day, the emperor finally figured it out.

Since I can't live forever, then forge weapons that can be passed down through the ages to protect the country.

Then he ordered to summon the top skilled craftsmen in the country to gather in the imperial capital, using the legendary super dangerous species as materials, adding rare metals such as Olihara steel, and a large number of top forging secrets, developed 48 peerless magic weapons, and won the crown With the name of 'Teigu'.

48 Teigu, each Teigu is a unique existence, and each Teigu has a powerful power similar to magic, and this terrifying power comes from the super dangerous species used as material.

48 pieces of Teigu are equivalent to 48 super-dangerous weapon types, and among them there is no lack of Teigu that can stop a thousand with one, with combat power like a nuclear bomb!

In this world of only blood and blades, the appearance of Teigu is no less than a heavy weight that destroys the tendency of the balance, giving the imperial official the absolute power to suppress the secular world by himself.

Thousands of years have made the empire gradually decayed, and 48 Teigu were either damaged or lost and buried in history, which has become a distant legend in people's mouth.

Today, there are a total of 39 pieces of Teigu left in the world.

In addition to the scattered Teigu, the only people in the empire who can get a piece of Teigu, apart from military generals and noble lords, are the imperial assassination troops who have been active in the dark from beginning to end.

It's another winter, and it's time for the Imperial Assassin Troops to regularly recruit newcomers.

In order to ensure the loyalty of the assassination troops, the assassination personnel of the empire will never be transferred from other departments of the army, but will only adopt orphans with excellent qualities from all over the country, and start education and training from an early age.

In the evening, somewhere in a mountain depression.

Rows of compact camps were set up on the snowy ground, surrounded by improvised fences, and elite soldiers stood guard.

Inside the tent, a group of children in tattered clothes sat crowded together, both men and women were ashen-faced, sallow and emaciated, with uneasiness and fear in their eyes, as well as confusion and fear of the future.

A slender man with a gloomy face stood at the entrance of the tent, looking at the little ghosts squatting with his sharp eyes inside, quickly counting the number of people.

The man's name is Gozzi, and he is the current leader of the empire's assassination force. He was born in the Raksha Four Ghosts of Huangquan Temple. With a Teigu, he is the most powerful assassin in the empire.

"Two tents, a total of one hundred brats. It seems that a new batch of killers is about to be born from them."

After counting the number, Gozqi put down the curtain of the tent, raised his hand to adjust the white windbreaker, and walked slowly back to his own tent.

Not long after Gozzi sat down, a short, crooked figure walked into his tent with a hideous scar on his face. The person who came was Bill, the vice-captain of the Imperial Assassination Force.

"Yo, Gozzi. Is it convenient for me to talk to you about spring training?"

Seeing this, Gozzi frowned, and asked in a deep voice:

"I'm in charge of training the elite group, and you are in charge of training the intensive group. It's been like this every year in the past. What else is there to discuss?"

Bill found a chair and sat down, as if he didn't feel Godzzi's impatience, his old wrinkled face smiled like a chrysanthemum.

"So, besides the elite seven, I will teach the rest of the little ones?"

Seeing Bill's malicious look, Gozzi was silent, recalling all the training of newcomers in previous years.

The enhanced group, that is, the group whose quality is not good enough and needs to use potions to stimulate the potential to be squeezed.

Naturally, this medicine has strong side effects.

Therefore, none of the dozens of children in the intensive group last year survived, and all of them were reduced to corpses.

Of course, there is a reason for the medicine, but the bigger reason is that Bill, the person in charge, abused the strengthening medicine, and did not take into account the children's frail body's ability to withstand the side effects.

Unlike Gozzi, who tried his best to ensure that every elite grows smoothly, Bill, who manages the reinforcement group, regards the new recruits who have not grown up as garbage, and insists on the attitude of 'use it and throw it away'.

Although he can't understand Bill's behavior, Gozzi is unable to take care of so much, even if he responds to the empire, he will not get a response.

Because the selection and training of killers is an absolute survival of the fittest, the period is full of blood and death, otherwise, how can a group of ignorant children be turned into sharp blades for the empire to wipe out the enemies.

"That's it, but I hope you can at least educate a few qualified little guys. We are short of people now."

Gozzi mentioned Bill, hoping that the other party would not go too far, but Bill didn't care about it, and said with a smile:

"If you want to survive, you have to fully demonstrate your own value. This empire has never been short of smoldering fire."

Seeing Bill's leaving back, Gozzi fell silent again, sighed faintly in his heart, erased the trace of mercy that the killer shouldn't have, and restored his usual hard heart.

"I hope there will be a few more geniuses in this group of people. It's up to you whether you can survive."

At midnight, outside the camp of the imperial assassination forces, a group of uninvited guests ushered in.

A dark sentry hiding in a tree was looking around boredly, but he didn't notice that the shadow obliquely behind him was rippling like the surface of water, and the fanatic in a cloak jumped out of the shadow, wiping cleanly. Anshao's neck.

The bright and cold moonlight illuminated the skull mask on the girl's face, her black eyes were filled with indifference and murderous intent, and traces of blood trickled down the tip of the dagger.

At the same time, the dark sentries scattered in other places were also attacked and killed by Quiet and Shadow Lanterns.

The next moment, hundreds of figures hidden in the surrounding darkness fumbled and appeared, and before the imperial army and assassination troops could react, they launched a frontal assault.

The screams piercing the night sky sounded over the camp, full of vigorous fighting spirit.

"Attention! Enemy attack——"

But in an instant, the roaring and roaring of the night watchman stopped abruptly, and his throat was gripped and crushed by a crimson demon arm.

Chapter 336 Baimao: My old lady is finally unparalleled!

Cursed Arm Hassan was tall, [-] meters tall, held up by him with one arm. The night watch soldiers of the empire were as powerless as a child facing an adult. There was an absolute power gap between the two sides.

Due to the broken neck, the night watch soldier's head drooped obliquely under the action of gravity, his eyes widened and stared straight at the pale white skull mask in front of him, fear and doubt mixed in his dull eyes .

As an elite soldier in the imperial army, he didn't notice Hassan's arrival at all before he died, nor did he notice how the other party attacked.

Cursed Arm Hassan casually threw the corpse aside, as if he had crushed an overwhelmed ant casually, the corpse splashed a thin layer of dust on the ground.

The swift black shadows swarmed from all directions, and the bright moonlight made the killers' actions invisible, but they had no intention of hiding their whereabouts from the beginning.

In the eyes of ordinary people, the camp set up by the imperial assassination forces is like a dragon's pond and a tiger's den.

The ubiquitous traps, the iron pear flowers sprinkled on the ground, the hidden poisonous thorns and other vicious methods are all life-threatening abyss mouths. Even if a large army is sent to attack, there will be heavy casualties.

But in the eyes of the avatar Hassans, the traps set up by the imperial assassination troops are full of loopholes, and they do not pose any threat to themselves at all.

The current battle is not even as tight as Tohsaka House, at least there is no need to perform gymnastics to break the barrier of defense.

Facing this group of incompetent opponents, Bai Mao felt that he would be sorry for himself if he didn't open up Bo Wushuang, so he didn't say a word of nonsense and just fucked his mother.

Hundreds of Hassan's avatars with various appearances deftly climbed over the defensive fence of the imperial camp, and even showed off their skills, performing graceful movements like floor exercises at their fingertips.

Seeing that the surprise attack went well, the figure of Hassan the Cursed Arm sneaked into the darkness again and disappeared out of thin air like a ghost.

Although the number of soldiers and killers in the entire camp was several times that of Hassan's, this did not affect the intended outcome.

Zaid the Hundred-faced was the first to charge at the forefront, and when he met the imperial soldiers who ran out, he threw out the hidden weapons of the flying knives like lightning. Often, the imperial soldiers were poisoned by the flying knives before the two sides came into contact with each other. hit the throat or between the eyebrows.

The burly and burly monster with a variety of appearances charged like a mad cow, knocking down countless imperial soldiers who were caught off guard along the way, and the casserole-sized fist swung like a heavy hammer, and every blow would surely break bones and tendons.

The killers who acted as secret sentinels have been wiped out, and the soldiers on the periphery have been killed. The overturned brazier ignited the camp, causing a small fire to spread and rise, and bursts of shouts and howls came from the riotous camp. out.

The hundred-faced Hassan with purple hair tied into a ponytail stood on the top of the fence, standing on tiptoe steadily in a square inch, looking at the entire noisy camp with a mocking look in his eyes.

"The number of skills, the number of tricks, no matter how hard you struggle..."

The Hassans acted quickly, and the empire's response was not slow.

The general who drew his sword roared and organized a counterattack, his eyes were burning with anger. Since he became the general of the empire, he has never encountered such an arrogant thief who dared to attack the camp in the middle of the night in the empire.

"Quick, quick! Get the fuck out of your way, follow me and kill these gangsters looking for death!!"

The elite soldiers who have experienced many battles did not panic. They have been stationed in the frontier for many years and are used to the harassment and raids of foreign nationalities. Therefore, even when they sleep, they never leave their armor and soldiers.

Under the leadership of the general of the empire, the soldiers held weapons and formed a temporary battle formation in groups of three or four, tacitly resisting the attack of the Hundred Killers Legion.

But even so, the situation of the battle has not been reversed.

After all, when it comes to fighting together, it is impossible for the soldiers of the Empire to be more skilled than the Hundred Killers Legion.

This is not only because the Hundred Killers are clones of Hassan Baimao, but also because they have mastered the magic of telepathy, and they have truly achieved the level of 'one person is one hundred, and a hundred people are one'.

There was no connection between the clones of Hassan Baimao.

Although it can play a terrifying role in espionage, it cannot share information between clones, but this small problem is not a problem at all in the eyes of the old man of the mountain.

No telepathic magic?

It’s enough to teach, and then it’s okay.

If you are so stupid that you can't learn it, then you are not qualified to continue to be the old man in the mountains. It depends on whether you can learn it.

The imperial generals in the formation dispatched troops to try their best to keep the battle from collapsing. Of course, he understood the current situation. He was sweating profusely on his forehead, shocked by the terrifying strength of the bandits in front of him.

At first, I thought it was bandits and bandits who were at most overwhelmed, but now it seems that the origin of the other party is not simple, but hasn't the main area of ​​activity of the rebel army always been in the south?

Wait, could it be that this is the new wave of rebels in the north! ?

Just as the general of the empire thought about the origin of his opponent, the next moment he felt a piercing pain burst from his abdomen, blood flowed out from the corner of his mouth, and then all his strength was pulled away.

Baimaozhijie, who was as tall and short as a child, stabbed the short spear in the general's body at some point.

With his petite and exquisite figure, he took advantage of the gaps in the army formation, coupled with the effect of blocking breath, so that no one in the empire noticed his infiltration.

"Quack quack..."

Baimaozhi quickly pulled out his short spear with a strange smile, and the imperial general fell to his knees powerlessly, causing the imperial soldiers to fall into a leaderless dilemma.

Baimao Hassan concentrated on cleaning up the imperial army on the periphery, while the imperial assassination force in the center of the camp was dealt with by someone else.

Kuangxinzi jumped down from the tree, launched the shadow escape and sneaked into the shadow, and appeared in the chaotic camp in an instant, rolling towards the imperial killers with his smooth and black hair, slashing his teeth and claws, strangling them one by one.

As a fanatic who combines the great achievements of the old men in the mountains, the fanatic is undoubtedly the most capable Hassan besides the old man of the mountain.