What's wrong with a lord daddy who just wants to draw cards?

"Little thief! Kill the Kingsley family master, and you can't get away with it anymore!"

"Let's take it easy. We won't kill you immediately. If you wait for Mrs. Kingsley to punish you, you can live a little longer."

Duomi didn't even listen to the fat man's fart, but looked around out of habit.

In addition to the numerous guards, the gentlemen and ladies in the hall just now were hiding at the door of the wall, stepping on their feet and looking here curiously. They were no longer as panicked as before.

Yes, with so many guards, who would panic?

Keep looking...

What a coincidence, he actually saw Morey and the woman who was [-]% similar to him, and she was really his mother.

Mother and son were cuddling together, watching here like everyone else, but Morey still hoped that Domi could escape.

The enemy is in place, the dilemma is in place, and the audience who hopes he can win is also in place. Next, please let him stage one against a thousand!

Regardless of the more severe side effects, Duomi changed his breathing pattern again and drank eight bottles of energy potion in succession.

"Little Kingsley dares to control my life and death?"

"I think you don't understand the situation at all!"

His imperial engine was overloaded again, and his face turned red as a result, and the last squeezed power surged through his body.

"The end is coming, move towards the end!"

This time he did not change into a scarecrow form, but his original appearance, jumping into the pile of guards to fully expand the fear field!

Compared with releasing 'Fear' alone, 'Scarecrow' will put him in a suspended state, move faster, and have a larger range of fear.

The more dangerous the situation, the more important it is to calculate all the power and maximize the effect of every drop of power!

The moment he jumped into the crowd, the guards around him were stunned, having no idea what this dark thing was.

Before they could react, the spiked fist had already been sent into their bodies, and the strong impact shattered their soft and fragile internal organs!

Black fist goes in, red fist comes out.

Every shot can make a guard completely incapacitated or even die.

The only good thing during this period was that the energy in Dantian doubled after the battle.

This was enough for him to cover two fists.

Just like that, Duomi relied on his short body and shadow body skills to move in and out of the crowd of guards, as if he was in a deserted place!

His entire body became a tool for killing his enemies.

If he stumbles with his whip legs, a blow to his neck with the hand knife will make him burp immediately.

In addition, twisting the head, forcibly breaking the leg bones, smashing the internal organs, quickly hitting the fatal point, choking, jiu-jitsu bone dislocation...

Duomi's successful assassination skills have also been used more and more skillfully.

[Assassination proficiency up↑]

[Assassination proficiency up↑]

……

【You are killing everyone!Villain value +3000...+3000...+3000...]

Soon, the originally green grass was dyed blood red by the corpses on the ground.

The guards fell one after another like wheat on a rice field. Such a rapid killing speed frightened more guards.

When did a child become so fierce? ?

Just when the morale of the guards was low and they were retreating steadily, the fat man couldn't stand it anymore and went straight to the shocking news:

"No need to capture him alive! Kill him! Whoever can kill this little thief will be rewarded with ten gold dragons! Anyone who assists will be rewarded with a gold dragon!"

After saying this, the eyes of the guards who had originally intended to retreat lit up.

That's a golden dragon, enough to pay them for several months.

They picked up their weapons and counterattacked Domi as if they were shot with blood.

He rushed over desperately, causing his fear field to lose most of its effect.

The narrow corridor became a meat grinder for Accelerator. Even though people kept dying in front of him, there were still people who fell in love with money.

Gradually, Duomi's movements became slower and slower, and he suffered more and more stab wounds and gunshot wounds, not to mention the higher frequency of blunt instrument concussions.

My vision began to blur, my eyelids became heavier and heavier, and my brain gradually gave up thinking.

"Are the side effects coming so soon..."

The side effect this time was the superposition of two side effects, and its reverse effect was enough to make him faint on the spot.

The reason why he still persists until now is that the passion of one against a thousand is still supporting him.

But soon I won’t be able to hold on anymore.

The fat man seemed to see hope and shouted:

"This kid can't hold it anymore! Ten golden dragons are right in front of you! Charge! Charge hard!"

Chapter 50 49 We are assassins

The guards' swords, guns, swords and halberds magnified and slowed down infinitely in their eyes.

If death would come at the next moment, Domi did not want to sit still and wait.

He once again raised his already exhausted arms, clenched them into fists, and rushed forward like a mantis using his arms as a chariot!

However, the imagined collision did not happen.

At that moment, I saw countless figures in black robes falling from the roof at the same time. The robes made a rustling sound, and a cold light flashed on their wrists!

They landed silently on the guards' heads, and the hidden sword hidden in their wrists sliced ​​across their necks effortlessly.

The drop of the knife is the disappearance of a life.

When no one knew what was going on, there was no longer a guard standing in the narrow passage. The light blue light armor was replaced by a black robe, protecting Duomi who was about to become unconscious in the middle. .

The man in black robes closest to him showed his chin to Domi. He was the comrade who gave him the advice at the beginning. He opened and closed his lips. Although he did not make a sound, Domi could know what he said through lip reading:

"Master, we are here to pick you up."

As soon as these words came out, an unreasonable sense of security suddenly occupied Duomi's heart. He finally closed his eyes with peace of mind, and finally muttered something:

"You still have some... conscience..."

Then he fell to the grass with a thud.

In front of the mansion's door, more guards who came to support did not know what was happening. They saw a group of men in black robes descending from the sky and killed all their companions in one fell swoop, as easily as killing chickens.

"The black-robed... assassin... is Fomalhaut!"

"It's Blofield who's killing us! They're going to kill Kingsley!"

The fat man was well-informed and quickly recognized their identities and shouted in panic.

The guards immediately had the idea of ​​​​escape, but when they returned to the gate of the wall, they found that there was another man in black robes blocking their only way.

There is no obvious difference between the black robe on him and the others, but if you compare it on a white paper, you will find that his black robe is even more pure and deep, like a bottomless abyss that swallows all things.

But the frightened guards couldn't care less.

One of the iron-headed boys was eager to leave this place of right and wrong, picked up his sword, and rushed forward with a yell!

"Get out of the way, get out of the way!"

The attack is menacing, but he is a deserter who is timid without fighting.

"Oh?"

Altaïr pulled out a plain, slender stabbing sword from his waist and tilted it in front of him to examine:

"It's been a long time since I've been looked down upon like this. You are a warrior, so... let's give you a decent funeral."

"Advanced light magic - the spear of eternal night."

In an instant, the light on his stabbing sword reached to the sky!

The brightness even exceeds the afternoon sunlight, making people unable to open their eyes.

"This this……"

The iron-headed boy fell to the ground, ignoring the pain coming from his butt. Now all he could see was the blooming lightsaber.

The next second, Altaïr disappeared from the spot, and the arc dragged by the lightsaber had passed through his head and continued to refract like a ray among the remaining guards.

People couldn't even see his back clearly, only the light that passed through everyone's neck is still looming.

When the light completely disappeared, all the guards and the Kingsley tribesmen who were eating melons all fell to the ground.

If you examine the way they died, you will find a burnt hole in their neck, through which the scenery behind can be seen from the front.

It couldn't be colder.

Of course, Altaïr did not kill randomly. He only killed members of the Kingsley family. As for their relatives, friends and guests, they were not brutally murdered.

Morey and his mother also survived.

The hidden dangers of the Kingsley family were now completely cleared. With a gesture from Altaïr, all the men in black robes left in an organized and orderly manner, leaving only a messy battlefield.

When Morey ran over to look for Domi, he found nothing. Except for the corpses of the guards, they were the corpses of the Kingsley tribe.

Where once it was impossible to set foot, now not even dogs can visit.

He returned to his mother helplessly, wanting to cry without tears.

"what happened?"

The frail mother still paid attention to every move of her son, as if she wanted to witness his growth for a while in the last moments of her life.

Morey supported his mother and walked towards home step by step. When he passed the place agreed with Domi, his eyes dimmed, but he still forced a smile:

"Oh, it's okay. By the way, mother, I picked up six bronze eagles on the road today. Let's eat something good when we get back!"

"You kid," the woman looked at Morey with both blame and fondness: "If you find money, you have to return it to the owner. This may be quite important to them."