The fallen paladin felt very interesting. Now it was time for him to die. What thing would be the best proof of his death? Is it the thin stinging sword in the hand of the terrifying killer? Or the ghost mantis floating in the sky? Or the little magician hiding behind the wall chanting spells?

Although he is far from being as proficient in conspiracy as Count Darkru, Selod also has a strong confidence in conspiracy and intrigue. He is a world of difference from those brave and unscrupulous paladins. Almost in the blink of an eye, he made a choice among the three. The fallen paladin decided to take another bet, and still used his life as a bet to bet on a perfect and vigorous death.

If you want others to believe it, the best proof is tantamount to the king of killers.

Seloot made his last choice.

"Swish!" It seemed as if a sharp arrow broke through the air, and everyone who was fighting fiercely immediately responded completely differently.

The extremely killer who used the short sword in his hand to bring deep fear to everyone, threw out the flying knife in his hand and quickly escaped.

"Bang!" As a dull explosion sounded, a ball of red smoke quickly spread out in all directions.

This is the trick Dier used to survive and escape, but since he became a killer, there are not many opportunities to use this trick. In fact, the previous experiences of escape were all related to his old opponents.

"Bang!" Another explosion sounded, and this time, the explosion spread everywhere, and the green highlights were like starlight and as if countless fireflies.

These green highlights flashed with green light, and anything stained with these small green dots looked so gorgeous and beautiful.

But at this moment no one wants to appreciate all this in front of him.

Sel's reaction was unexpected, and he attacked the ghost mantis floating in the air.

Unlike Dier, Sel's knowledge of this demon insect is quite good, because the original owner of the Ghost Mantis was once his assistant and subordinate.

Sel's eyes ignored the phantoms because he knew very well that attacking the phantoms was futile, just like attacking reflections in the water, it would not cause any harm to the ghost mantis.

The red light shrouded on the strange sword, and the "bloodthirsty" power once again filled the body of the fallen paladin. In his eyes, everything around him turned into a blood-red color. He could clearly sense all this with the flowing blood, the beating pulse, and the breath of life.

This is the power he possesses, only the power he possesses, this is a secret he has never told, and the mixing of "bloodthirst" and the Paladin's power will cause such a strange change.

This is another bet he has in his hand, a bet of great significance to the Prince.

But before that, he must first win the big bet in front of him.

Sel's eyes easily captured the trace of the ghost mantis. This magical insect is still a form of life after all. Sel's ability to feel the breath of life, and the phantoms in the sky seemed to not exist at all to him.

The fallen paladin waved the sword in his hand, which turned into a red lightning and cut into a space in the center where there was no slight phantom.

Suddenly the phantoms in the sky disappeared without a trace, and the ghost mantis was neatly cut into two.

All this happened in a moment, but in that moment, the fallen paladin felt a stinging pain from his right ribs.

In this moment, Sel'ert wanted to laugh loudly, but unfortunately he had no time to laugh now. Sel'ert felt his body numbing quickly. Obviously, the king of killers, like other killers, had applied a fatal poison to his dagger.

Sel'ert waved his sword with his right hand and swept around, forcing his terrible opponent away, and he needed to keep a distance from his opponent.

The fallen paladin stretched out his left hand and slapped a rose pattern inlaid with rubies on his chest.

A burning red light illuminated everything around, and now Seloot can finally laugh.

The laughter seemed so crazy, and it seemed to have some relief, but Kelle and Rebau felt danger and were shrouded in this red light.

Killers are probably the most sensitive type of people among everyone to danger, and every killer is an expert to avoid crises. This is their instinct to survive to this day.

Kelle flew away, while Ribo hid in the corner of the wall, which was the safest place he could find. The blood on his face felt really not very good, but Ribo was still glad that he had avoided the deadly flying knife just now, which almost killed him.

Kyle's accurate description of his old rival saved Rebor's life once again. As soon as he left the protection of invisible magic, he was wary of flying knives that might come.

However, Ruibo still did not expect that the flying knife that almost killed him was so fast and hidden, and it was completely beyond the reach of an arrow.

Ruibo secretly made up his mind that he would practice his flying knife skills if he had the chance in the future. This thing seemed to be more effective and deadly than that crossbow.

Suddenly a roar sounded, and the rain hit the surrounding walls like arrows. The sweeping wind caused the trees and walls burning by the fire to collapse, and the falling bricks and collapsed wooden beams even made Ruibo think that he would be buried alive. What made him feel relieved was that the worst case did not happen. A beam that almost killed him, also saved his life. The beam blocked the bricks that were about to fall on his head. Although he was covered with scratches and bruises from bricks everywhere, they were just minor injuries on his skin.

After everything was calm, Ruibo poked his head out carefully.

What frightened him was that there were broken walls and ruins all around, and all the trees were broken, and the thickest and most lush old trees looked the most miserable. A shallow pit with a diameter of six or seven feet was left on the ground in the center, and the hard bluestone roads were covered with cracks, and stone chips splashed to a place dozens of meters away.

Ruibo did not see the corpse. Perhaps the fallen paladin had been wiped out in the explosion. However, he saw the strange long sword, which fell into the pond in the distance, lonely and gray, had long lost its original glory.

"I'm glad to see you're not hurt." Kyle's voice without emotion came from behind.

Rebow turned around and saw Kyle taking off the clothes outside, covered with green fluorescent spots.

"I believe you have learned your lesson. As a killer, it is extremely stupid and dangerous to continue to stay in your original position after taking action." Kelle glanced at the wound on Ribo's forehead and said, "This is the most basic common sense, I told you."

"Do you still want to pursue that Mr. Dier?" Ribo asked, the killer scaring him.

"If you don't want to live in fear every day in the future, come with me." Kelle said coldly.

He threw the green fluorescent clothes, cloak and mask on the ground, and took a silver flat kettle from Ribo's waist, poured some sticky oil on the pile of garbage from the kettle. The flames engulfed the pile of clothes thrown on the ground, and burned so vigorously even in the heavy rain.

Keller hung the oil pot back to Rebe's waist, and Rebe took out another metal cylinder from the black cowhide vest's pocket, and the top of the cylinder was also stuffed with a cork.

Ruibo is far less afraid and afraid of the bugs contained in this cylinder than the ghost mantis.

Pulling out the plug, more than a dozen fireflies with soft green light flew out. They were obviously interested in the fluorescent clothes in the fire, but the flames blocked their approach. After hovering for a while, one of the fireflies flew towards the distance, and the other fireflies followed behind it. It had already felt another breath, an extremely weak breath that was quickly escaping.

...

There are more than a dozen lively markets in Franck City. In the past, people always come and go, noisy and noisy, but today everyone is nervously watching the escorts of the Legal Affairs Bureau who are walking around.

The guards holding long halberds not only guarded the entrances and exits, but also patrolled around from time to time. There were much more people in the market than before, and the Legal Affairs Bureau drove all those who were wandering on the streets nearby into this place.

This is a semi-open-air market. The eaves extending out of the circle have become ceilings to block the sun and rain. There are also awnings set up in front of each store, and the awnings are crowded with people.

The soldiers of the guards who were patrolling back and forth had to perform their missions in the heavy rain. The situation of these people more or less relieved the resentment in the hearts of the people trapped here. Although most people were filled with sorrow and boredom, some people were wandering around the shop with ease and chatting there leisurely.

Suddenly one of them pointed to the air and shouted: "Fireflies, how can there be fireflies in this season? Could it be that something happened to my eyes?"

Everyone's eyes were all focused in the direction he pointed, and a firefly flew in, and another one was following far behind it.

"Quiet, quiet, it's not your business, I'll stay well for me." A guard soldier who was patrolling roared, obviously, the rain that had poured him over his body made him angry.

At this moment, a loud footsteps came from the door, and a squadron of the Law and Political Department guards stood at the entrance of the market.

"Found the entire block, the first team goes to the back, you guard Bartel Street for me, the second team guards Bellowen Street to the south, and the third team goes to the north, Tingshifa Square is yours, others follow me in and search me from door to door. Remember, everyone stares at the fireflies with wide eyes, they are much more useful than you guys." An officer stood in the rain and scolded, and his momentum was indeed majestic, but the rain-covered military uniform and armor made him look a little embarrassed.

In fact, everyone looks almost the same, except for two people riding on horseback.

Although the two of them were both wet with rain, for some reason, everyone who saw them felt chill.

It's okay for one of them to say that it was a middle-aged man with a expressionless face and a sharp and cold light flashing in his eyes. His cheeks, which were cut by a knife, and his deep concave eye sockets seemed to be full of murderous aura.

The other horse was a boy. Judging from the lace shirt close to him, the finely crafted black leather vest, and the straight tight trousers, he should be a nobleman, and a child of a wealthy family with a very status in the capital.

In the impression of everyone, these noble children should stay with the tutors, linger between the dance party and the small living room, and should indulge in creating some romantic events between maids and cousins, instead of patrolling the guards of the Law and Political Department in the rain like now.

Another reason that surprised everyone was that the young man exuded a strange murderous aura, which was something that even the soldiers of the escort guards in thick armor had never possessed.

"It's here, I can feel his presence." Kelle said coldly.

"Why didn't he keep running?" Ribo asked, "as he did the previous few times."

"He knew he could not escape. Some place on his body that was not easy to detect must have been stained with fluorescence. He no longer ran away, but chose this place as the final battlefield. I believe he planned to end the battle between us with me." Kelle said coldly.

"Maybe the dagger was stained with fluorescent light," Ribo said. "He has thrown away all his clothes, even his boots."

"Maybe that's the case." Kelle did not comment, and slowly got off the horse.

Ruibo also got off the horse, and pulled out the dagger that was originally inserted into the pocket on the outside of his right leg.

This time he did not tuck the crossbow arrow on the bowstring because he knew very well that against top killers who were comparable to Keller's strength, the crossbow arrows were useless at all, and instead might cause trouble for Keller.

Holding another invisible scroll in his hand, Rebow followed Kyle toward the market.

The civilians who were originally crowded at the entrance of the market avoided them. Although they did not know the details of the two people in front of them, they were definitely sure that they were extremely dangerous people.

The civilians didn't even dare to show off their anger, but in addition to fear and fear, there was also a hint of curiosity. Everyone guessed that something big was about to happen in front of their eyes.

After all, they had never seen any swordsman using a long sword and a dagger at the same time, nor did they see a warrior using a glove with a hook as a weapon. After wearing this glove, the unique noble boy seemed to be a monster, or a devil from the Nine Nether Abyss.

Although it is impossible to get rain under the eaves at the entrance of the market, it is the wind vent. The wind in early spring is particularly cold. The members of the guards have just been wet with rain and can't help but tremble in the cold wind when they are blown by the wind.

In the eyes of the common people, the cowardly appearance of these guards added a hint of contempt for the Law and Political Department, and also added a hint of awe of the two strange figures standing in the wind.

Ruibo gently wiped the dagger in his hand with a towel. The tip of the black dagger immediately showed a faint blue luster. He also carefully wiped every steel hook on his gloves. Unlike the dagger, the steel hook immediately turned into a very beautiful blue color when it was touched by the towel.

Keller was making the same preparations. Heavy rain caused a lot of venom to be stained with the weapon. The diluted venom will affect the onset of toxicity.

For a killer, it is crucial to be prepared before work.

Fireflies floated in the air, and eventually they gathered on the windowsill on the second floor of a shop.

The soldiers of the escort team of the Law and Political Department immediately surrounded the shop, and all the civilians and the shop owners who were hiding under the rain were driven out.

"Give it to me." The officer pointed to a soldier standing in front and ordered.

The soldier was hesitant because he knew very well what the street meant in the front.

The officer suddenly took a heavy military crossbow with arrows from the back row of soldiers, and pressed the back of the soldier who was unwilling to obey the orders and said, "You have only two options now, follow the orders or accept military law sanctions."

The soldier walked towards the stairs with his long halberd tremblingly.

"You follow him." The officer pointed the arrow at another soldier.

One after another, the soldiers squeezed into the narrow shop, and the long halberd formed a solid line of defense.

Suddenly the soldier standing in the forefront roared loudly and went up the stairs. The roar was not so much a vigorous fighting will, but rather a wailing for himself. The second soldier followed closely behind and rushed forward. This was not a manifestation of courage, but to increase his chances of survival. One by one, the soldiers rushed to the second floor one after another.

The officer had already ordered the soldiers below to aim at the windows and stairs with heavy crossbows.

Because the second floor was used as a warehouse, all the windows were nailed to death with thick wooden boards.

Suddenly, the window was cracked and cracked open. Almost in an instant, more than a dozen arrows shot out, and the powerful arrows penetrated the person's body deeply.
To be continued...