I, Wang Ha, the Assassin of Three Red Warriors

After all, this is just an internal challenge and does not involve life and death, so it is naturally not easy to kill.

Otherwise, the Noble Phantasm of Direct Cause and Effect "The Spear of Piercing the Dead Thorn" started at the beginning, even among the heroic spirits, there were not many people who could carry it head-on.

The thin gray fog gradually dissipated, revealing the scene in the Colosseum.

I saw that Lu Bu, whose battle robe and armor were slightly tattered, stood proudly upright in the field, his face was still neither sad nor happy, and the Fang Tian painted halberd in his hand disappeared, replaced by a very defensive arm armor .

"Five Soldiers of the Military God? Why did I forget this?"

Cu Chulainn stared at the armor with a gloomy expression, and complained.

"Tsk, if I knew it earlier, I wouldn't hold back."

As soon as Cu Chulainn's words fell, the arm armor on Lu Bu's arm released a burst of golden light, and it was grandly restored to the appearance of Fang Tian's painted halberd and other weapons and equipment.

Slashing, stabbing, hitting, mowing, and sweeping, the so-called Five Soldiers of the Military God are the exclusive weapons created by the military strategist Chen Gong for Lu Bu. It is a universal weapon that utilizes the characteristics of all large two-handed weapons.

"Hahaha, not bad! This is a battle. A certain family really got their way just now." Lu Bu laughed loudly.

Lu Bu, who had been tricked, was not angry, on the contrary, he was completely aroused to fight, his hair rose like a hedgehog's head, terrifying magic power brewed and rose in his body, and purple lightning flashed and entangled. On Fang Tian's painted halberd.

Cú Chulainn, who failed to succeed with one blow, was not discouraged at all. He pulled away from the spot and left quickly, and began to fight and run under the pursuit of Lu Bu. The combination of spear and magic was smooth and delicate, and complemented each other.

Lu Bu's fighting style is as usual, wide open and close, relying on the advantages of height and arm length to press Cu Chulainn, every move is powerful and heavy, but at the same time, he does not forget to defend against the incoming talismans Wen or magic gun.

Compared with Lu Bu, who has devoted his whole life to the study of martial arts, Cu Chulainn, who has two blossoms, is indeed inferior to the other party in this respect.

In the eyes of the heroic spirits such as the old man of the mountain, the battle between the two seemed to be just that, and the battle without even releasing the Noble Phantasm could be described as extremely boring.

But as time went by, more and more people were attracted to the Colosseum to enjoy and watch the rare visual feast.

Cu Chulainn, who was moving at high speed, swiped his right hand in the air, and runes of various shapes appeared out of thin air, turning into fireballs, ice picks, wind blades and other attacks, pouring towards Lu Bu who was chasing after him. go.

Faced with all kinds of spells coming towards him, Lu Bu's face did not waver in the slightest, and he slammed into it head-on at an undiminished speed. Fang Tian's painting halberd in his hand swept left and right, breaking up many spells with arrogance.

After some high-speed movement, Cu Chulainn, who was turning back nimbly, stopped suddenly, turned around and saw that Lu Bu's pounced figure was a carbine, and the sharp point of the spear was straight to his chest.

Unexpectedly, Lu Bu was prepared after being counted once, and after noticing Cu Chulainn's movements, he subconsciously raised Fang Tian's painted halberd, and fanned the red magic spear aside.

Before Cu Chulainn could escape again, Lu Bu strode up to grab him and lifted him up, with an extremely cruel smile on his dull face.

Just as Cu Chulainn, who was captured carelessly, wanted to break free, he suddenly felt a wave of malice attacking him, and felt that his eyes were blurred, and his whole body was thrown out in a super-high-speed rotation.

After completing the same movements as Hercules, Lu Bu, who was standing in the field, clapped his hands, looked at the blue shooting star across the sky, and said to himself:

"Cú Chulainn, this is to pay you back, I wish you good luck!"

3Chapter 16 Rafe Lenore Florence

Imperial Capital, Central District.

Ernest, who is wide and fat, sits alone in the study of the mansion. His eyes that used to be sinister and stinging are now dull, and the whole person seems to be trapped in an inexplicable memory.

In the study room, not even a single lamp was lit.

The faint moonlight slipped in through the doors and windows, illuminating the debris-strewn ground. The study room, which used to be neat and tidy, is now a mess.

It wasn't that he recruited a thief, but that Ernest smashed and smashed it with his own hands in order to vent the depression and anger in his heart.

Antique cultural relics from thousands of years ago, priceless gold and silver utensils, pleasing calligraphy and paintings, etc., the collections that Ernest loved in the past, have now become worthless waste paper.

Nearly [-] years old, Ernest's city mansion is deep and deep, and he is a thousand times more vicious and sinister than the so-called thick and black people. What is it that is worth his fighting so much, and even breaking the pot?

In fact, it is not difficult to guess.

That is, the power struggle surrounding the succession of the new emperor has come to an end during the daytime today, and the winner who laughs at the end is not Ernest.

In order to reach the pinnacle of power in the world, and become a power minister who is clearly "under one man and above ten thousand people", but actually "holds the emperor to order the world", Ornest has been planning since he was 20 years old.

After more than [-] years, he has worked diligently to maintain the overall stability of the plan, but something went wrong in the final stage, causing his entire plan to fail, and he lost completely.

Of course, this can be regarded as Ornest's bad luck.

Because, his original plan was to use killers to secretly kill all the princes, leaving only the prince whom he secretly taught and supported, a six-year-old kid.

To be on the safe side, Ornest did not entrust the task to an unknown assassin, nor did he spend a lot of money to find the assassination association Oberg, but directly bought the imperial assassination force.

The Imperial Assassination Force, in addition to the duties of assassination espionage, is also responsible for secretly protecting members of the royal family.

Therefore, it is absolutely most appropriate to let the Imperial Assassin Troops do the work, and they can definitely make the case invisible.

Then, Ornest spread rumors in secret, manipulated public opinion, and made the factions supporting other princes attack each other, so great things could be accomplished.

Ernest's calculations were crackling, but to his surprise, the leader of the imperial assassination force lost contact in the end for no apparent reason.

This is like a murderer grinning and preparing to give the victim the most vicious blow, but at the end he finds that only the handle of the sharp knife in his hand is left, but the most bluffing blade is gone, which is ridiculous to the extreme.

The struggle around the throne was a matter of opening a bow and never turning back. After all, Hornest's unsightly actions were noticed by others.

None of the officials who were able to get to such a position and participated in the battle for the throne were fools, all of them were qualified old bastards who had gone through the test of blood and fire, not to mention that the old emperor was still holding his last breath Woolen cloth.

The cautious and cautious Ornest hid deep enough, and he has not been dug out as the mastermind for the time being.

But there is no impenetrable wall in the world. Once the empire conducts a serious investigation, it will definitely find him in the end. There is no luck.

After reminiscing his career as an official for decades, Ernest's eyes were filled with anger again, his fleshy face was distorted and ferocious due to rage, he slapped the table and cursed:

"The Imperial Assassin's Troops actually let me off the hook at this juncture! Where did these two bastards, Gozzi and Bill, go? I really can't wait, I can't wait to find you out!!"

After cursing, Ernest calmed down again, and his reason returned to his brain, making him understand that the most important thing now is to deal with the aftermath, not unnecessary emotional disputes.

Clapping his palms lightly, the spy guard who was hiding in the dark appeared in the study, half kneeling respectfully on the ground without saying a word, his dark attire made him look like a vague shadow in the dark room.

"Who did the empire hand over the case to investigate? How is the progress?"

"The person in charge of investigating this case is Ronnie Ubiquitas from the Police Department. After taking over the case, he started to visit and investigate non-stop. Now he has touched several unimportant peripheral families."

"The action is quite fast. This Ronnie Ubiquitas is a talent, but he performed in the wrong place."

Ernest's hand was unconsciously rubbing the armrest of the chair, his face remained unchanged, and the undeniable deep voice echoed in the room.

"Continue to pay attention to the latest developments in the case, and this Ronnie... let's just kill it and make it clean."

The spy guards led away, and Ernest had forgotten the character of Ronnie in a blink of an eye.

For him, it is not worth remembering a small person whose life and death can be decided by a single word, let alone this guy who is looking for death at the muzzle of a gun.

"The death of the police captain should delay the investigation for a period of time, and during this period it is time for me to arrange a way out."

Ernest pondered over his plan to run away. With the family wealth he had accumulated for most of his life, even if he found a place to hide his name and become a rich man, it would be enough to live comfortably, and even allow future generations to live comfortably.

But this kind of comfortable life in the fields was not what Ornest wanted.

The pale-haired Ornest clenched his fists, and his usually calm face showed signs of struggle, but in the end he sighed heavily, and his whole body became decadent.

But at this moment, an inexplicable force enveloped and eroded the entire study room, isolating the interior space alone.

"Aren't you reconciled?"

A deep and charming voice suddenly sounded in the room, which startled Ernest, and subconsciously looked around.

"Who?"

Seeing that the spy guards guarding the surroundings did not show up, Ernest felt that something was wrong, his body was tense, his obese body was like a cannonball ready to be fired, and his eyes swept every corner of the study like lightning.

But Ernest didn't notice anything, and there was indeed no one else in the room except him, but the voice still echoed in his ears.

"I can feel the unwillingness in your heart, and I can even empathize with you."

"Because I have also put in all my efforts and painstaking efforts for a great plan, which was a great cause spanning thousands of years, but it ended in failure in the end, which makes people feel regretful and unwilling .”

Perhaps realizing that the other party was not malicious, Ernest sat back on the chair again.

"Who is your Excellency? There should be a purpose for coming here, right? Then please show up and have a frank and honest talk with this old man."

Perhaps satisfied with Ernest's attitude, a tall and straight figure slowly appeared in the study, and quickly outlined the appearance of the visitor.

"I met for the first time, under Rafe Lenore Florence, a demon god."

3Chapter 17 Demon Gods Watching the World

Looking at the stranger in front of him who bowed slightly to greet him, Ernest was not intimidated by the way of the other party's almost elusive appearance, on the contrary, he seemed a little accustomed to it.

With the help of the dim moonlight, Ernest could clearly see the appearance of the person coming.

This is a tall and straight man, handsome and polite, with a rigid demeanor, and at the same time has a bookish atmosphere.

He has brown-red hair, the thick hair looks shaggy, there is no warmth in his narrow eyes, and there is a formulaic smile without any emotion on his face.

He was wearing a dark green coat with a white shirt and a beautiful tie exposed at the neckline, black trousers, a pair of long riding boots on his feet, and a hat of the same color as the coat on his head top hat.

As funny as it is, he does wear a green hat, although it's not just a solid green.

Rafe Lenore Florence.

The uninvited man had introduced himself just now, but Ernest didn't know what kind of existence he was facing at this moment.

"It's a name I've never heard of. A person with such abilities shouldn't be unknown, and he may have just arrived in the imperial capital recently. But what is the demon god? Is it the name of the mysterious organization?"

Countless thoughts flashed through Ernest's mind in an instant, but his face remained silent, and he raised his hand to signal the vacant seat opposite the tea table.

"Old man Ernest, since your Excellency came late at night without invitation, you should already know something about this old man, but I don't know why?"

Facing Ernest's temptation, Rafe did not try to hide or act, or in other words, he didn't even bother to do so.

"Understood? No, no, I didn't know who you are before, and I'm not interested in knowing what status you have in this country. As I said just now, I was simply attracted by the strong resentment you exude Just come here."

Ernest was taken aback when he heard the words, and his expression became uneasy, and he said in a deep voice:

"Then your Excellency is simply here to see the old man joke?"

"I don't have such a bad taste, on the contrary, I can provide you with help to overcome the current predicament, and even realize your ambition." Rafe said lightly.

Ernest fell silent. Having seen the strangeness of the other party, he did not speak sarcasm, nor did he directly ask for help, but carefully weighed Rafe's words.

As a politician capable of manipulating the ruling and opposition parties, Ornest is skilled in scheming and often moves only after planning.

"Why did you choose me?"

"Because only the losers need the power to come back, and the icing on the cake is not as good as giving charcoal in the snow."

"Then why not get involved at the beginning of the game? It's not worthwhile to enter the game at this time."

"Because I didn't catch up earlier, are you satisfied with this answer?"

Lefe, who had just arrived not long ago, told the truth with a smile, while Ernest was taken aback by this sentence, and thought it was a bit funny.

It is related to the ownership of the imperial throne, no matter which part of the empire is more or less involved in it, but you said that the early competition did not catch up to intervene?

Although he didn't quite believe Rafe's answer, Ornest didn't ask any more questions, but directly cut to the core question.

"So, what's the price?"

"Sacrifice, we only set foot in the empire after waiting for the demon god, and we need a lot of sacrifices."

Ernest was prepared to spend a lot of money, but Rafe's answer was beyond his expectations.

Although the empire offered offerings to the gods every year, it was just a traditional ceremony that continued to this day, and it never received a response from the gods.

Could it be that the so-called 'demon god' really exists in this world?

Ornest didn't believe it in his heart. He felt that the guy in front of him should come from a hidden religious force, and the object of this group's belief was the 'demon god'.

Thinking of this, Ornest, who thought he had seen Rafe's details clearly, relaxed a lot, and at the same time made a decision.

"The old man can agree to cooperate, but please show enough strength first, otherwise I won't take risks indiscriminately."

Rafe nodded, as if all of Ernest's reactions were within his expectations.

"Okay, what do we need to do?"

"Assassinate the eldest prince, he is the current winner, the prince-elect."

Ernest unceremoniously posed a difficult problem. In his opinion, the difficulty of assassinating the eldest prince is undoubtedly hell, especially when the other party has already been elected as the prince.

"Understood, tomorrow morning, you will receive satisfactory news."

Rafe stood up as he said that, without any intention of haggling, he took a step and disappeared into the house without making a sound.

Staring at the place where Rafe disappeared, Ornest meditated quietly for half an hour, thought through all the things just now, and after confirming that there were no omissions or mistakes, he left the study and went to sleep.

Although he was not born as a killer, but with Leif's strength, it is not too easy to kill the eldest prince. He just left Ernest's mansion with his front foot, and he did it after finding out where the target was.

The unsuspecting first prince was pierced through the heart by a spell bullet, and because Leif was standing behind him and cast the magic, the unlucky first prince didn't know who killed him until his death.