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CH 256 CH 0255: Unstoppable

Oh oh oh!
Mag was covered over his mouth.

The attackers did not appear to have malicious intent.

He slowly moved into the section of the beam of light coming in from the window, the flames illuminated half of his cheeks, showing his identity.

It was the "missing" Mahalu.

McGonagall breathed a sigh of relief, frowning and panting again and again, and then realized that the team might have encountered some kind of unexpected situation.

Ken stretched out his hand in front of her and helped McGonagall remove the negative status.

[Status: Phantom Paralysis 16%]

Next to her lay a female scholar from the Kingdom of Norin.

They looked like they were frowning slightly, and their sleeping faces were peaceful. In fact, they were completely unconscious and lost their basic perception.

It's dangerous.

No wonder Quinny says:
The noble sons of the southern border countries like to learn skills from occultists and pharmacists, and it is estimated that few of them have a good intention.

Meg felt the pain slowly ease.

Following the other party's suggestion, she lay back and lay still, and looked at the roof of the carriage in the direction he pointed. Could there be anyone on it?
McGonagall wanted to take another look at Ken, but couldn't find it.

He had retreated into the darkness, and he couldn't even tell if he had left.

Mag just wanted to sleep more casually, but the tension in his heart would still be magnified.

She frowned slightly, pretending it was a nightmare, but actually hiding her guilt.

wow~
There was a wind blowing by the window, and something seemed to be moving the curtains.

She quietly opened her eyes into a gap, and her whole body froze in place for an instant, even her breathing stopped abruptly.

A bloody skeleton pokes into the car.

Its limbs are twisted, its bones are dark, its joints protrude oddly, and it jams its bloated skin through windows like a bug.

Meg closed her eyes.

She twisted the soft flesh between her ribs with her hands under the blanket, calmed down with the help of the pain, and the strange phenomena around her seemed to disappear.

But judging by the sound, the monster seemed to be looking, swimming along the entire carriage.

In such a small space, why didn't I meet Ken?
Why hasn't he offered to help?
Doubts arose in Mag's heart. She used thinking to drive away her fear, and fell asleep with a forced calm, until the voice approached slowly, and even a cold breath fell on her neck.

It's in front of me!

Mag knew very well that as long as he opened his eyes, he could look at the monster.

The fear in her heart was infinitely magnified, but after breaking through that limit, she slowly calmed down again.

Brave Nolin Tulip.

Ken thought.

The monster in his eyes was a poisonous snake with smooth scales.

[Skill: Fear]

[Description: The illusion created by magic means reflects the fear in the observer's heart. It can only carry out simple mental attacks and has no entity at all. 】

Ken smiled, thinking that the looters this time were very interesting.

The mystic seemed very cautious. Indeed, guys who like to use magic to commit crimes are basically delicate people.

After a long time, the monster finally dissipated.

Only then did the curtains be pushed open, and the light illuminated most of the compartments. A warlock in animal skin leaned in and landed lightly on the ground.

【Strange Illusionist】

【Attitude: cautious】

He first glanced at several places where valuable ornaments might be placed, then turned to look at the two sleeping female scholars.

A leather glove stretched out of the darkness.

Ken put a hand on his shoulder. "Now your fate is in your own hands. If you don't believe me, you can try it."

He said calmly.

The illusionist's back straightened instantly, and then he felt something sharp near his throat. He had many doubts in his heart—why he didn't notice the existence of this person, why magic and secret medicine had no effect on him.

Ken opened his gray vision and saw Langmingway in the fierce battle through the carriage.

His tone remained the same, and he said with indifference and threat: "I need to live, but it doesn't have to be you, understand?"

The illusionist nodded.

"I know you have an ambush," Ken said, reaching out to cover the other's eyes. Deprivation of vision can be disturbing, and he wants to return the fear to this guy. "Besides you, how many people want to attack the carriage?"

"Wait, don't mess around, you are already surrounded."

The mesmer seemed nervous.

His hand hidden under the animal skin made some small movements, as if he was casting magic, trying to sneak attack the people behind him.

"You didn't answer my question," Ken grabbed hold of it, his expression becoming a little cold. "How many accomplices are around, last chance."

"I……"

The mesmer shuddered, shoulders tensed. "go to hell!"

The sudden change brought with it waves of magic brewing to its peak.

But Ken snapped his neck and swung the dagger, unloading his entire arm in the hide.

Mag covered his mouth and tried not to make a sound.

Ken's murderous movements are very familiar, very decisive, and even pay attention to the details - twisting the neck makes the least movement, removing the arm can avoid magic residue, and the arm falls in the shawl clothing, so that blood will not ooze and pollute the car in a short time.

"You stay here, Langmingway will come to pick you up."

There was a faint light in Ken's eyes.

The gray horizon unfolded, and the battle in the distance was drawing to a close. The Ecstasy Witch was also making her final struggle, but Knight Commander Dragonthorn seemed to handle it more beautifully.

Before the blood spread, Ken pushed open the front door and left quietly holding the corpse.

When the illusionist went to arrest people, he had already noticed how powerful the knight commander was.

So his accomplices gave up the carriage and came to the center of the protection circle, hoping to take the hostages for a chance to escape.

"Hey, you guys."

Langz followed the instructions, ran a long circle, and finally came behind the gangster.

He yelled towards the dark rocky area: "Come out, since you dare to provoke the beasts of Culumbona, don't even think about leaving with healthy limbs!"

Extremely arrogant, really happy.

Lanz actually didn't see it at all.
After he was awakened by the war signal tonight, all actions were arranged by Ken, including this bravado.

Whispers came from behind the boulder.

Immediately afterwards, more than a dozen assassins in light armor came out, all with jagged blades and black graffiti, in the style of a bounty prisoner.

"Oh, bad."

Lowndes wood is in place.

He hated that kind of flexible opponent the most. He was caught in the dungeon of the Dua tribe before, but he was played by a group of assassins, and he had no room to fight back.

The Giants hope that Quema is where she should be.

He raised the stone stick and watched the robbers rush towards him. The enemy was like a gushing night, with a strong killing intent.

call--

Suddenly, something heavy roared through the rock, cutting off the hazy night.

Ken held the whirling [Morning and Twilight] in his palm, and watched the marauders lay down on the ground one by one.

(End of this chapter)