In the corner of the southern district of Mokou Town, several newly built low-short houses are distributed here. One of the underground secret rooms in the house is filled with more than a dozen male and female assassins.

"Bang!"

The wooden door was closed, and a female assassin held the door back and said to the masked man standing in the middle of the room: "Sir Rams, the trap and magic alarm have been set, and no one can break in quietly."

"very good."

The assassin called Lord Rams put on a black silk mask, and a dagger burning with flames was engraved on his right cheek. He said slowly in a low voice, "Everyone, just two hours ago, I received a magical instigation from Ximen headquarters."

"A vampire elder in the Dark Night Mask conveyed to me the order that I must end the mission and return to the headquarters in the near future."

"This means that we have less time and we must forcibly implement the plan to assassinate the lord of Mokou Town."

"Why did the headquarters suddenly become so anxious?"

There was a commotion in the secret room, and the assassins whispered.

Most of the conversation was concentrated on the mage lord of Mokou Town, Xiao Xiaoshi, who had been hiding in the wizard tower, so he wouldn't go forcing him.

Rams' eyes remained cold and allowed the assassins to discuss.

In fact, the magical arraignment at Ximen's headquarters was his lie.

His only purpose is to make these subordinates attract the attention of the target.

In any case, their tasks only look at the results rather than the people.

As long as he can find a way to attract the mage lord of Mokou Town from the Wizard Tower, he will have a chance to kill the other party.

After all, no one can guarantee how long this mage lord will stay in his wizard tower.

One month?

Half a year?

One year?

He has more important things to do and doesn't want to waste time here.

Moreover, if the plan is successful, the headquarters will only commend him and will not ask how many people died in the mission.

The deceased has no right to speak!

In Rams' eyes, in addition to him, the other dozen assassins in the secret room have been put on the death list by his extremely detailed plan.

"Mr. Rams..."

An old assassin, his sharp eyes flashed, and he was about to speak, but in the dark secret room, there was no warning.

"Hehehehe..."

A strange and stern laughter appeared, as magic waves appeared, a sudden hot wind swept over, emitting hell-like heat.

"Woo! Woo! Woo!…"

The magical alarm set up by the assassins above the secret room came late, making harsh twitches and a group of rapid footsteps.

"We're exposed!"

Most of the assassins reacted quickly, and hid in the shadows at the moment when the alarm sounded, and ran through other escape passages in the secret room.

The leader of the group of assassins, Rams, did not move, his eyes exposed by the black silk mask were filled with fear.

He saw an evil spellcaster walking out of the ripples of the void like a wandering place.

The caster who suddenly appeared was wearing a dark red robe, and the obsidian ram horns stretched out from his broad forehead and bent backwards, and the thick dark red tail rustled in a slight swing.

He held a ghost staff that emitted a scorching fire. Two balls of ghost fires in a fixed form were rotating around the top of the staff, turning into hideous green skulls from time to time, baring their teeth and roaring at the dull Rams, with a strong purgatory aura in his voice.

Tifflin magician!

A fallen race clearly marked by the devil's bloodline.

"ah!!!"

The screams from inside and outside the secret room pulled Rams back to reality.

He saw several slow-moving assassins inside, either lingering by evil fires that suddenly appeared in the void or being caught by ghost hands emerging from the floor.

In short, almost every assassin is entangled by the evil Netherworld Fire.

The ghost fire full of negative energy exposes them to their skin, dehydrate and age in the blink of an eye, wrinkles are everywhere, or burned by hot flames.

"ah!!!"

With a scream, the first deceased appeared.

The unlucky young female assassin was bitten on her thigh by a skull burning with green flames. Under the erosion of negative energy, her beautiful face instantly withered into an old woman in her eighties and nineties.

"Sir Rams, save me!"

The female assassin screamed before her death, but the latter did not move at all, and his eyes were dumbfounded as the female assassin finally turned into a mummy and fell down.

Rams is very familiar with this female assassin and has had many intimate contacts at the headquarters of Westgate City.

But when he saw the ugly and disgusting female face, Rams was trembling and his face turned pale.

In such a dangerous situation, his brain recalled uncontrollably the ugly female assassin, who had kneeled in front of him to serve himself, so that his stomach rolled and twitched.

The skull lingering with ghost fire floated up from the mummy, and his cold eyes fixed on the assassin leader.

The cold trembling climbed onto Rams' back. His strong desire to survive finally suppressed his fear and instantly released his best escape skill.

——"Supernatural Ability: Shadow Step!"

His whole person turned into a flying shadow, and his agile body suddenly broke through the main material world and appeared in the shadow plane of the Ether Realm.

"hehe……"

The magician Tifflin smiled coldly, and the ghost staff in his hand suddenly smashed the ground. The two balls of ghost fires lingering at the top of the staff made a pleasant scream, turning into two streams of shadows and disappearing.

"ah!!!……"

Rams, who was moving rapidly in the shadow plane, suddenly screamed, and the gray-white shadow space suddenly changed and fell out of thin air on the ground of the main material world.

The hideous skull formed by the ghost fire in the underworld suddenly surged several times, forcibly pulling him out of the shadow plane and screaming and biting around him.

In just a moment, the body of this shadow dancer assassin, who was close to the legendary realm, was covered with bloody wounds.

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Tifflin's magician walked through the void and looked down at the dying assassin from above.

The ghost fires that thrust the assassin leader left one after another, shrank to the size of a fist at a speed visible to the naked eye, and once again lingered at the top of the ghost staff, making close whimpers.

"Do you want to commit suicide? Wouldn't that be too cheap for you?"

The magician Tifflin smiled sinisterly, and his pale and empty pupils turned into two elongated mitsubishi shapes, like two coiled snake heads, and the sprinter leader made the deadliest bite.

A cold and bone-bone-permission sensation suddenly occupied Rams' whole body, causing him to lose all control of his body, and eventually fainted completely due to his serious injury.

…………

Dark and dull underground space.

This is the dungeon of Mokou Town, located deep in the underground of the city hall.

The builder was the Santalin Society, and now it has naturally become the confidential prison of the new lord.

In the deepest closed cell, as the steel door opened, the leader of the Mokou Town garrison Salou and his deputy Planda walked into the cell.

"Wait, let me do it." The magician Tifflin, who was standing at the door of the cell, stretched out his ghost staff to stop the two of them, and said in a slightly hoarse voice:

"Your torture skills are so bad, and what I know best in my life is assassins. Such people are determined and usually bite their tongues and commit suicide or take poison when caught. Even with ordinary spells of confusion, it is difficult to ask what they want."

Salou looked at Tifflin's magician's pale and empty pupils, nodded slightly, and then said to the ranger Planda, "Then let's go out and wait."

The prison door closed gently, and the dungeon corridor began to echo with horror screams.

"Where did you recruit such a magician who makes people feel numb when you look at it?" Planda looked at the cell, leaned against the wall with her hands on her chest, and asked with lingering fear.

"He took the initiative to surrender to him," Salou replied, recalling the meeting with the magician, adding: "This is the first gift he gave us."

"Weapons are not evil, but evil is the human heart." He recalled the words of the magician and said to Planda:

"His profession is the Hellfire Skiller, specializing in the Nether Fire in the Hell Flame, a dangerous energy that only appears in the Nine Hells."

"From the Nine Prisons?" Planda widened her eyes in surprise and stood up straight at Salou. "No one of the people who deal with the devil is good, you'd better be careful."

"I have my own measure." Salo said indifferently:

"Before agreeing to join us, I had asked my elder brother Balleis to meet him in advance, saying that there was no problem, and the other party also claimed that he would be happy to meet our Lord Lord."

He manages the order of the entire Mokou Town, and what he is most urgently needed at the moment is a spellcaster talent like a magician who walks in the dark.

After all, it is easy to avoid hidden arrows and it is hard to defend against open guns. If this magician had not appeared, he would have never known that there was such a powerful assassin organization hidden in Mokou Town.

After a moment, Tifflin's magician walked out expressionlessly.

Salou looked through the half-open prison door and happened to see a skinned and bloody corpse on the ground.

He suppressed the discomfort in his stomach and looked away.

"This is a shadow dancer with a quasi-legendary strength. There is no way, and he ended up using the method of detaining his soul." Tifflin said helplessly.
To be continued...