Zhutian: Sharing talents starting from Chicken Island

Chapter 297 The Assassin, Cursed Hassan
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"It's okay." Altria's face was even redder than Medea's. "Just asking, when do we... by the way, when do we start fighting? The war between the heroes has already begun, right? When do we appear on the scene?"

"Do you need to hold my arm to ask this?" Lin Yan smiled.

"Stop talking nonsense..."

Realizing that she had lost the dignity of the Knight King again, Altria instantly stood more dignified: "Actually, I wanted to ask if you would like some dessert."

Well, a lame excuse.

Looking at Artoria who was trying to compete with her for favor, Medea felt a little disdainful.

The legendary King Arthur's body stopped growing after he pulled out the sword from the stone, and he even maintained the appearance of a girl. In terms of feminine charm, how could anyone compare to me?
Moreover, although she came first, she might not have arrived much earlier. I believe it will be much easier for me to take down Lin Yan than this little girl.

"It's not good for your health to eat desserts at night during the summer vacation..." Lin Yan blurted out subconsciously, and then he realized that with his current physical level, after being improved by the Six Treasury Immortal Thief, his six internal organs with a perfect digestive system can perfectly absorb any nutrition, even toxins.

The boundaries between what can be eaten and what cannot be eaten have long been blurred for him.

"Well, it's okay to eat a little. Medea, would you like some light beer?"

"Ayan actually knows that I like to drink light beer. I'm really touched." Medea held Lin Yan's arm and refused to let go.

After a short period of time together, she found that Lin Yan was indeed a gentle person towards his own people, so she boldly learned to tease him.

"I don't know, but I just happen to have it here. If you like it, that would be great..."

Artoria was not willing to be left behind: "I, I want to drink too!"

……

Just when the whole family was having fun, hugging each other, the atmosphere suddenly came to a standstill.

It was just one night, but I didn't expect so many things to happen.

Feeling the strange fluctuations of magical power and the dangerous atmosphere around him, Lin Yan slowly stood up.

At the side, a void magic circle instantly unfolded behind Medea, and with Altria's hands, the Wind King's barrier slightly distorted the space.

"Ho ho ho..."

Suddenly, a dry and hoarse laugh was heard in the air, but as Lin Yan tapped the air with his fingers, a black sword energy flashed instantly and stabbed straight in the direction where the sound came from.

A dark figure appeared, with long limbs and a wide cloak, and appeared in the sight of the three people.

"Assassin?" Medea protected Lin Yan behind her with a serious expression.

The assassin in front of him, Hassan the Curse Arm, was wearing a skull mask, a black cape, and a right hand that looked like a stick. The face under the skull mask had been cut off long ago, so no one could know his true identity.

"Cursed Arm Hassan." Lin Yan used his backhand to protect Medea behind him: "Saber, be careful not to get close to you. Also, it's best to fight outside."

"Yes, Ayan!"

As soon as she finished speaking, Saber tapped the ground with her toes, intercepted the attack of Hassan with the Cursed Arm with a sword, and then pressed down with the sword of the Wind King's barrier, forcing Hassan to break through the window.

Lin Yan: “???”

"Ayan, I will protect you."

Medea flew into the air with Lin Yan, and wrapped her slender arms around Lin Yan's chest.

"Need not."

Although he was very happy in the land of gentleness, Lin Yan still couldn't accept being held in Medea's arms. He patted Medea's hand, and took Medea to the edge of the battlefield between Altria and Hassan the Cursed.

Generally speaking, assassins have no advantage over any profession except magicians in direct combat.

Maybe the Berserker is an exception, but this situation is very rare. The Berserker is just in a frenzy, and his fighting instincts are still strong and unmatched.

"Ayan, you... can actually fly?"

Medea was a little stunned. Even in her era, flying magic was an absolutely high-level and rare magic.

"Not only can I seal it, there are many other things I can do." Lin Yan curled his lips in disdain, looking at Artoria below who was easily resisting Hassan's attack, and finally took the opportunity to cut Hassan with a sword and sent him flying, knocking down two street lamps with his face.

"Quick victory."

Lin Yan opened one hand and drew a talisman in the air!
Eight Wonderful Skills-Tongtian Lu!
Lin Yan had long been curious about the Eight Unrivaled Skills. Today, he really stepped forward, feeling the Qi in his body running in a strange way. He drew countless talismans with his fingers and flew straight towards Hassan below.

"Is this... Chinese magic?"

There was a gleam of light in Medea's beautiful eyes.

"The Chinese method of talismans." Lin Yan explained with a smile: "This is the highest level of the art of talismans, drawing talismans in the void."

"You are worthy of being my Master." The magic circle behind Medea retracted, and then the flying magic was released. She leaned on Lin Yan's body, feeling the slow, steady, strong and powerful beating of his heart in his chest. A strong sense of security surged in her heart.

And when Artoria, who was calmly fighting the enemy below, inadvertently caught a glimpse of the scene above from the corner of her eye, she became furious.

After summoning the blue dress and armor, a pair of lion-like eyes lit up with surging anger.

A huge amount of magic power surged in his body, and the magic circuit was instantly connected.

Hassan's life was already difficult enough as he was being chased and blocked by the Tongtian Talisman. However, the Tongtian Talisman, which seemed to have a glimmer of hope, kept guiding Hassan to a place...

Under the blade of the long sword in Altria's hand!

"Haha..." A sound that sounded like crying and laughing came out of Hassan's throat, like the sound of old pieces of metal rubbing against each other, mocking and unpleasant.

"Assassin, I'll take your life!"

Altria held a long sword in her hand, and golden light shone out. Although it was not a Noble Phantasm, it was definitely not an ordinary basic attack.

Knowing that he could not avoid this move, Hassan had no choice but to fight hard.

Take a gamble, maybe there will be a glimmer of hope.

As Assassin's first combat appearance, he encountered such a hard fork for the first time.

Although he came here for the Master, he could clearly feel the oppression brought by the one in the sky, which was even stronger than Saber in a head-on battle!

Hassan just has no face, and he is used to not speaking after his long career of killing, but that doesn't mean he doesn't have his own thoughts.

"Noble Phantasm!"

"Delusion Heart Sound!"

……

"Oh? Are you going to release your Noble Phantasm?"

Lin Yan curled his lips and looked at Hassan's cursed wrist, which was red and stretched out, with the tip of his palm swollen like a shrimp claw. A black sword emerged from Lin Yan's palm, and his body was wrapped in armed domineering aura, ready to attack at any time.

(End of this chapter)