Chapter 653: Assassination
Translator: Noodletown Translations Editor: Noodletown Translations
“I think they can’t make it here to reach us.” Beside Luther, the red-robed senior priest chuckled and said, “If they dare to come here, they will end up in defeat just like before.”
“Yes. With the anti-air magic array here, they probably can’t even enter the city!” The red-robed senior priest said while laughing, “Even if they can enter by climbing the walls, which is the stupidest way they can use, they can’t get down. Otherwise, those morons will break their legs if they jumped down and can only wait to be captured!”
On the city walls in the northwest of the city, many cold corpses of patrol guards were laying on the ground. Then, several white-robed figures spread their arms and leaped down from the wall!
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“Right. The magic arrays will allow even the ordinary soldiers to kill them with ease!” The red-robed senior priest said with confidence, “The moment they enter the city, they will die!”
At this moment, several people wearing white robes with pointy hoods walked among the bustling crowd.
They strolled forward with the crowd calmly.
Two godly palace knights who were wearing silver armor walked in from the opposite direction.
They were chatting leisurely, not taking this mission seriously. “I think they just don’t dare to show their faces after all!”
“Hahaha! Right! Those lowly rats probably can’t enter the city!”
“Mr. Luther is waiting for the morons to come into the trap! After all, we’ll soon execute their peers!”
“Hahahaha… ugh…?” Their laughter suddenly stopped. At this moment, they looked up and saw a figure in white robes standing before them, slamming his palms onto their necks.
The people in the area suddenly ran away screaming. The two godly palace knights each had a bloody hole in their necks!
“What happened?!” People looked around in alarm. Other than the fleeing crowds, they saw nothing. Meanwhile, a white-robed figure vanished in the bustling crowd.
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Meanwhile, on the execution platform, a large fat man wearing thick armor was talking smugly, “To avoid accidents, my Grey Eagle City is even more heavily guarded compared to the last time. Don’t worry about it, Mr. Luther.”
This man was Count Savon, the castellan of this city. “There’s a guard every three meters and a post every five meters. Even the roofs are guarded by soldiers with magic firearms. They can’t escape from our notice regardless of which direction they take.”
After the restriction arrays were activated, only a few magic items could be used in the city. Magic firearms were one of them.
At this moment, on the roof of a house with white walls and red tiles, a soldier with a magic firearm spotted the white-hooded assassin walking among the crowd.
While he was aiming and about to fire, he felt a chilling sensation in his chest.
He wasn’t sure when, but a silver throwing knife was now protruding from his chest.
This soldier with the magic firearm dropped to the ground in silence.
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“If they are discovered, they won’t be able to find any place to hide,” the red-robed senior priest continued, “Because we set up magic traps in all the possible hiding places in the city.”
Meanwhile, Elina in a set of black assassin’s clothes moved swiftly on the roofs like a black eagle.
She paused occasionally to observe her surroundings. Observing from her perspective, one would see that everything had turned blurry when she paused while the magic traps were as clear as bright lightbulbs.
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Count Savon seemed to be showing off the military power of the city. “Even if a few of them are lucky enough to come close to the execution platform…”
He glanced around the edge of the platform and said, “Everywhere is heavily guarded by my own guard teams.”
This was an open, round square surrounded by all kinds of residential houses. There were four entrances, and each one of them was guarded by many soldiers wearing heavy armor.
At this moment, a white-robed assassin slowly walked toward one entrance with the crowds.
Since such scholarly robes didn’t exist in this world, the dozens of soldiers guarding the entrance became suspicious.
The heavily-armored soldiers tightened their grip on the halberds in their hands, and their eyes emitted chilly glints as they looked through the eyeholes of their heavy helmets.
When the white-robed assassin entered the execution platform, he was surrounded by heavily armored soldiers.
Meanwhile, the assassin who were captured in the distant Stan Kingdom and other nations were watching this scene as well.
The two grey-haired elders of the Underground Council were watching the scene intently.
Then, they looked away as if they were afraid to watch it. They seemed to foresee that the assassin would end up dying in a blood puddle.
“Damn it! You will all die pathetically!” an elder of the Underground Council cussed loudly and struggled to get up, but he was knocked down by a stick.
“Be quiet! Old Man!”
“I don’t know what good luck brought you here.” From the Spiritual Spell Visual Projection, Count Savon saw the assassin and yelled, “But your good luck will end here.”
He gestured with vicious force. “Get him!”
An eagle feather seemed to float down from the sky, and it landed on the palm of the white-robed assassin.
Before the heavy-armored soldiers could react, they stumbled back frantically. Each of them had a bloody hole in their chests!
The heavily-armored soldiers who had surrounded this assassin dropped to the ground one after another. One of them struggled forward but was pushed onto the ground by the assassin with a slight nudge, losing all senses of life.
“What’s happening?!” Count Savon stood up from his seat in horror.
He looked up and saw Elina revealing herself on the roof. As the smoke of the magic firearm rose, her fiery-red hair fluttered in the wind beneath the black hood of her black assassin’s robe. “Thank you for your firearms.”
Meanwhile, several assassins appeared from the gun-smoke like ghosts.
They wore elegant robes that looked those of scholars, and the pointy hoods looked like eagle beaks.
With the hems of the robes fluttering in the wind, the proud figures looked down at the crowds with a unique lofty presence.
“Are they… assassins?!” The aristocrats sitting above the scaffold platform and the captured assassins who were watching the Spiritual Spell Visual Projection all looked at the scene in a daze.