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Using the tall, thin figure to block the view of the surrounding guards and the eldest princess, Ye Xiao drew his sword in that instant.

Time seemed to stand still the moment the sword was drawn, until the long, gleaming blade sliced ​​past the tall, slender figure before Ye Xiao sheathed it at his waist.

The condensed blade light, when refined to its fullest extent, flashed by silently, like a silver thread in the night.

Ye Xiao lowered his eyes slightly, bent down, gripped his knife, and bypassed the tall, thin figure. He then accelerated diagonally towards the front of the carriage.

Ye Xiao seemed to have merely brushed past the other party. Due to the chaos at the scene, the royal guards were all staring at the figure flying in the air using the phantom of a demon.

Only the flying figure noticed that Ye Xiao had reached the carriage without being hindered much, which surprised him slightly.

"What's going on? Uncle Bai asked me to do some work, but he slacked off. Why did he let this guy go back?"

However, the arrow was already on the bowstring and had to be released; his figure was only inches away from Skadi's carriage.

Those useless royal guards were no match for him. The only troublesome guy was still a few steps away. He could just kidnap the eldest princess first and then deal with that guy.

The cloaked assassin had already analyzed the situation clearly. The phantom eagle attached to his body immediately trembled like ripples on water, transforming into a demonic wolf with dark eyes and a gray body.

His movements became as swift as a wolf's, and the instant he landed, he dodged the spears thrust at him by several guards while his body remained close to the ground.

Then he turned and slashed with his sword, while the phantom of the demonic wolf behind him also swung its claws, summoning sharp claw-shaped wind blades to tear apart the armor of the guards blocking his way.

Even the royal guards' armor, engraved with a defensive magic array of the court mages, was instantly reduced to fragments by this brutal wind blade.

Fortunately, his lower body was spared from being torn apart, but the splattered blood showed that serious injuries were still inevitable.

Upon witnessing this scene, Ye Xiao was certain that the sword capable of continuously transforming into multiple magical beasts was almost identical to the sword in his memory.

As the cloaked figure wielding a demonic sword approached Skadi's carriage, Ye Xiao kicked up the spearhead that had been broken off by the wind blades on the ground.

With a flick of the wrist, the toe of the shoe pressed against the gun barrel, and the gun tip flashed silver, striking the opponent's hand that was reaching towards the carriage door.

With a crisp "snap," wood chips flew everywhere.

The figure reacted quickly and withdrew his hand, but Ye Xiao had already rushed in front of him.

"Tsk, don't blame me if you're looking for death." The short figure in the cloak showed impatience as he brandished his long sword, ready to engage Ye Xiao in close combat.

At the same time, the wolf-shaped phantom behind him also struck down with a palm.

But at that moment, a hoarse shout pierced the night sky.

"Lu Yu, don't go near him!!!"

Huh? That guy survived being stabbed by him?

Ye Xiao recognized the source of the shout; it was the tall, thin player wearing a top hat whom he had just killed with a single strike.

The short figure called "Lu Yu," who was about to clash with Ye Xiao, was also stunned when he heard the voice, and then quickly sheathed his sword and retreated.

But it was too late. Once Ye Xiao got close, it was practically the same as death.

"Well, you can't be so sure of yourself," Ye Xiao said, pursing his lips. After all, that bamboo pole in the top hat hadn't died yet, and he didn't intend to kill this one either.

Then, Ye Xiao used the same trick again, drawing and sheathing his sword, unleashing a cold glint.

In the other party's eyes, Ye Xiao's knife seemed to always be tucked in his waist and never drawn.

But his chest felt like a dam had been opened, and bright red blood poured out like a flood.

Before the wolf-shaped phantom claws could even land, it collapsed into shattered ripples of light and shadow.

Of course, this was only the impression of power in Lu Yu's eyes.

In reality, Ye Xiao controlled the distance of the blade tip, only managing to inflict a severe injury on the guy.

The one in the top hat wasn't killed because he wasn't, but Ye Xiao is going to spare this one's life.

Leaving one alive to gather intelligence was one reason, but there was also a personal factor from my previous life.

"Lu Yu!!!" On the other side, the cloaked girl's incredulous exclamation also rang out.

They never imagined that such a monster was hidden in this seemingly ordinary royal guard convoy.

The player wielding the demon sword had lost the ability to move. After leaving him with the royal guards, Ye Xiao turned around and rushed towards the top hat from before without saying a word.

If the other party has already realized something is wrong, then he cannot give them another chance to react.

"I offer my blood in honor of Vermir, Crimson Blood Spirit Wedge!"

Just as Ye Xiao rushed toward the tall, thin figure, the other person used a scalpel to cut open his wrist while muttering incantations.

The next moment, the small wound on the jaw of the captain of the guards who was about to pass Ye Xiao suddenly swelled up.

Like a giant tumor filled with blood, his head swelled up like a blackish-red balloon.

A deafening "bang" echoed through the street, and the splattered blood transformed into countless blood arrows that pierced towards Ye Xiao.

Blood magic!?

Ye Xiao immediately stopped and rolled on the ground, barely avoiding the blood arrows that pierced the ground like rain.

This is magic that only vampires can master. How can this player use vampire abilities?

Ye Xiao narrowly avoided the fatal blood arrow. The power of this strange magic was not very great, but once injured, even if it was just a scratch, his blood would mix with the opponent's blood and become the medium for the opponent to cast the spell.

This was one of the most sinister and disgusting opponents Ye Xiao had ever faced in his previous life.

The bloodline system only appeared after version 2.0 of the World Tree system. How did this guy manage to do that?

Ye Xiao slowly got up and dusted off the dust on his body.

Because of the earlier delay, the player wearing the top hat and the cloaked girl manipulating the puppet had disappeared into the mist.

What annoys Ye Xiao is this: once their strength is exposed, players with the means to do so will run away faster than rabbits.

Just like in his previous life on the battlefield of the end, when he was a grandmaster facing that extraordinary dog, even though he was a whole level weaker, his move of "One Qi Transforms into Three" still managed to keep that dog chasing him for a long time.

Never mind, although he didn't know why that guy didn't die and even revealed some information about his own strength that the other party shouldn't have known, at least he managed to leave one of the other party's men behind.

In player-to-player combat, intelligence is paramount, and Ye Xiao was eager to see what he could pry out of this guy.

Chapter Seventy Loyal Ministers

"Haah...haah..."

In the dark and narrow corridor, a man in a bathrobe was leaning against the wall, panting heavily, with the hand holding an oil lamp.

The man had slightly sunken eye sockets, and his high, hooked nose stood out like a horizontal beam on his long face.

He held a soft cloth bundle tightly in his arms with his other arm, as if he were holding a treasure as precious as his own life.

This person was none other than Isaac Eugene, the one Ye Xiao had come to West City to find.

As the commander of the imperial city's guards, Isaac Eugene, who had witnessed all sorts of strange cases, had developed a shrewd and suspicious nature.

Since he dared to defy the First Prince Evans at this moment, he would naturally have some backup plans to save his life.

The secret passage where he was resting at this moment was the very contingency plan.

Upon discovering the attack on his mansion, Isaac immediately activated a mechanism on the bookshelf in his bedroom and escaped alone into the secret passage located beneath his mansion.

Tomorrow is the foundation-raising ceremony. As long as he can keep his life, there is still hope.

Thinking this, Isaac took another deep breath and continued walking deeper into the secret passage while holding onto the wall.

This secret passage leads directly to the underground residence of a wealthy merchant friend of his in the city.

This friend did not reside permanently in the capital, so there were few defensive forces stationed there. However, its small size and seclusion gave it a chance to survive the royal family's clutches during this crucial final period.

In the narrow passageway, Isaac's footsteps echoed forlornly.

After enduring the deathly silence, he climbed the ladder at the end of the passageway and opened the exit above.

Before him lay a dimly lit wine cellar. Isaac crept onto the ground and covered the wooden plank concealing the exit, at which point the cellar door was flung open.

The blinding light emitted by the fluorescent spell made Isaac instinctively cover his face. He bent down, wanting to immediately open the exit of the secret passage and escape back, but it was too late.

"I'm sorry, Isaac, I had no choice."

The man standing before Isaac was his childhood friend, a wealthy businessman.

A squad of fully armed soldiers then rushed into the cellar, and rows of gleaming gun barrels cornered Isaac against the wall.

The leader of that group of soldiers was none other than his own adjutant.

“Commander, I have to thank you for your blind loyalty,” the adjutant said with a mocking look in his eyes. “Otherwise, I might not have had the chance to sit in your position for decades.”

Isaac gave his friend a deep look with the eyes of a hawk, and then sighed softly.

Now that it has happened, he doesn't want to say anything more.

Immediately afterwards, he slammed the oil lamp in his hand into the crowd, and then reached for the sword at his waist.

Even though he often took on a leadership role and issued orders, Isaac's swordsmanship was already at the level of a semi-master.

Facing his now-betrayed subordinates, he, well-versed in the cruelty of the battlefield, showed no mercy when drawing his sword.

Lamp oil splattered, and crimson flames blazed in the cellar. Isaac used the raging fire to deflect the spearhead and thrust his sword straight into the adjutant's chest.

The swirling air currents swept the flames and gathered at the tip of the sword. It seemed as if the sword blade was about to pierce through the air with unstoppable force, but the next moment it abruptly stopped three centimeters in front of the adjutant's breastplate.

The gleaming silver armor reflected Isaac's incredulous expression in the flickering firelight as he looked in surprise at his hands, which were hidden by his wide sleeves.

There, his hands no longer resembled those of a seasoned, well-trained swordsman in his prime, but rather withered and shriveled, like a powerless chicken claw.

"Uh..." Isaac opened his mouth, but only a hoarse sound came out of his throat.

Seemingly aging decades in an instant, Isaac's face, gaunt and pale beneath his short hair that looked as if it had been suddenly painted white, displayed a bewildered expression.

Immediately afterwards, more than a dozen spears pierced through his thin nightgown, turning him into a hedgehog in an instant.

In an instant, the blood spurting from Isaac's body stained the armor of the surrounding soldiers red.

As the gun barrel was pulled from his body, he staggered backward and slumped against the wall, the cloth bag he had been tightly guarding in his arms rolling to the ground, stained with blood.

Seeing that Isaac was powerless to resist and had become a rag doll slumped against the wall, the adjutant revealed a mocking smile, stepped forward and stomped on the man's head.

"If you don't want what I'm offering you, then I'll accept it for you."

"I really don't understand, how can you be so ungrateful, Isaac?"

Lying in a pool of blood, Isaac's consciousness began to fade as he realized that what he had just been afflicted with seemed to be an aging curse originating from the bloodline of an ancient demon.

But why his adjutant possessed such magic, he may never know.

Ugh……

On his deathbed, Isaac made a self-deprecating remark.

As the commander of the royal guards, he was deeply mired in the mire and had witnessed the darkest aspects of life, yet he was the only subject who remained loyal to King Harold until the very last moment.

That was the vow he made when he was still a wanderer, when he was taken in by the young Harold Betis in a settlement outside the city.

At that time, the young emperor was so full of vigor that he once believed that the Loren Empire would reach its glory under the leadership of a wise ruler.

What on earth led to this outcome...?

Isaac didn't know.

He wasn't afraid of death, but he was afraid. This was the last ember of the empire, which was eventually extinguished in a cold cellar in a remote urban area.

I'm sorry, Your Majesty, the kingdom you envisioned... will never come to pass.

"Damn it, get out of here! Where did this rat come from?!"

"Damn, how come there are so many rats? Where the hell did they come from?!"

The sounds around me seemed to become somewhat chaotic and noisy, and the boots on my face seemed to have been hastily removed.

But Isaac was no longer able to concentrate.

Until, it felt like something furry was stuck to his mouth.

What is this...?

Before Isaac could react, the thing forced its way out of his mouth and into his throat.

A subconscious wave of nausea and an indescribable pain from his bulging throat caused Isaac, who was already on the verge of losing consciousness, to raise his hands and choke himself hard due to this sudden stimulation.

What is that?! What's gotten into my throat?!

Isaac's sudden trembling attracted the attention of a group of royal soldiers around him.

They had just chased away those strange, large rats when they saw the "corpse" in the corner, covered in bloody holes, twitching as if it had gone mad, which made them all shudder.