Star God Ruler of the Moon

Due to the broken neck, the night watch soldier's head drooped obliquely under the action of gravity, his eyes widened and stared straight at the pale white skull mask in front of him, fear and doubt mixed in his dull eyes .

As an elite soldier in the imperial army, he didn't notice Hassan's arrival at all before he died, nor did he notice how the other party attacked.

Cursed Arm Hassan casually threw the corpse aside, as if he had crushed an overwhelmed ant casually, the corpse splashed a thin layer of dust on the ground.

The swift black shadows swarmed from all directions, and the bright moonlight made the killers' actions invisible, but they had no intention of hiding their whereabouts from the beginning.

In the eyes of ordinary people, the camp set up by the imperial assassination forces is like a dragon's pond and a tiger's den.

The ubiquitous traps, the iron pear flowers sprinkled on the ground, the hidden poisonous thorns and other vicious methods are all life-threatening abyss mouths. Even if a large army is sent to attack, there will be heavy casualties.

But in the eyes of the avatar Hassans, the traps set up by the imperial assassination troops are full of loopholes, and they do not pose any threat to themselves at all.

The current battle is not even as tight as Tohsaka House, at least there is no need to perform gymnastics to break the barrier of defense.

Facing this group of incompetent opponents, Bai Mao felt that he would be sorry for himself if he didn't open up Bo Wushuang, so he didn't say a word of nonsense and just fucked his mother.

Hundreds of Hassan's avatars with various appearances deftly climbed over the defensive fence of the imperial camp, and even showed off their skills, performing graceful movements like floor exercises at their fingertips.

Seeing that the surprise attack went well, the figure of Hassan the Cursed Arm sneaked into the darkness again and disappeared out of thin air like a ghost.

Although the number of soldiers and killers in the entire camp was several times that of Hassan's, this did not affect the intended outcome.

Zaid the Hundred-faced was the first to charge at the forefront, and when he met the imperial soldiers who ran out, he threw out the hidden weapons of the flying knives like lightning. Often, the imperial soldiers were poisoned by the flying knives before the two sides came into contact with each other. hit the throat or between the eyebrows.

The burly and burly monster with a variety of appearances charged like a mad cow, knocking down countless imperial soldiers who were caught off guard along the way, and the casserole-sized fist swung like a heavy hammer, and every blow would surely break bones and tendons.

The killers who acted as secret sentinels have been wiped out, and the soldiers on the periphery have been killed. The overturned brazier ignited the camp, causing a small fire to spread and rise, and bursts of shouts and howls came from the riotous camp. out.

The hundred-faced Hassan with purple hair tied into a ponytail stood on the top of the fence, standing on tiptoe steadily in a square inch, looking at the entire noisy camp with a mocking look in his eyes.

"The number of skills, the number of tricks, no matter how hard you struggle..."

The Hassans acted quickly, and the empire's response was not slow.

The general who drew his sword roared and organized a counterattack, his eyes were burning with anger. Since he became the general of the empire, he has never encountered such an arrogant thief who dared to attack the camp in the middle of the night in the empire.

"Quick, quick! Get the fuck out of your way, follow me and kill these gangsters looking for death!!"

The elite soldiers who have experienced many battles did not panic. They have been stationed in the frontier for many years and are used to the harassment and raids of foreign nationalities. Therefore, even when they sleep, they never leave their armor and soldiers.

Under the leadership of the general of the empire, the soldiers held weapons and formed a temporary battle formation in groups of three or four, tacitly resisting the attack of the Hundred Killers Legion.

But even so, the situation of the battle has not been reversed.

After all, when it comes to fighting together, it is impossible for the soldiers of the Empire to be more skilled than the Hundred Killers Legion.

This is not only because the Hundred Killers are clones of Hassan Baimao, but also because they have mastered the magic of telepathy, and they have truly achieved the level of 'one person is one hundred, and a hundred people are one'.

There was no connection between the clones of Hassan Baimao.

Although it can play a terrifying role in espionage, it cannot share information between clones, but this small problem is not a problem at all in the eyes of the old man of the mountain.

No telepathic magic?

It’s enough to teach, and then it’s okay.

If you are so stupid that you can't learn it, then you are not qualified to continue to be the old man in the mountains. It depends on whether you can learn it.

The imperial generals in the formation dispatched troops to try their best to keep the battle from collapsing. Of course, he understood the current situation. He was sweating profusely on his forehead, shocked by the terrifying strength of the bandits in front of him.

At first, I thought it was bandits and bandits who were at most overwhelmed, but now it seems that the origin of the other party is not simple, but hasn't the main area of ​​activity of the rebel army always been in the south?

Wait, could it be that this is the new wave of rebels in the north! ?

Just as the general of the empire thought about the origin of his opponent, the next moment he felt a piercing pain burst from his abdomen, blood flowed out from the corner of his mouth, and then all his strength was pulled away.

Baimaozhijie, who was as tall and short as a child, stabbed the short spear in the general's body at some point.

With his petite and exquisite figure, he took advantage of the gaps in the army formation, coupled with the effect of blocking breath, so that no one in the empire noticed his infiltration.

"Quack quack..."

Baimaozhi quickly pulled out his short spear with a strange smile, and the imperial general fell to his knees powerlessly, causing the imperial soldiers to fall into a leaderless dilemma.

Baimao Hassan concentrated on cleaning up the imperial army on the periphery, while the imperial assassination force in the center of the camp was dealt with by someone else.

Kuangxinzi jumped down from the tree, launched the shadow escape and sneaked into the shadow, and appeared in the chaotic camp in an instant, rolling towards the imperial killers with his smooth and black hair, slashing his teeth and claws, strangling them one by one.

As a fanatic who combines the great achievements of the old men in the mountains, the fanatic is undoubtedly the most capable Hassan besides the old man of the mountain.

Even if she encounters an unrivaled and powerful enemy, she can use the great achievements of the seventeenth generation Hassan as a sacrifice, and activate the strongest treasure "Phantom Warriors" to manifest the divine karma of the first generation of adults.

Although Lord Weng of the Mountain's projection can only unleash a full-strength slash, it is already stronger than all Hassans combined.

Kuangxinzi cleared up the miscellaneous soldiers like nothing else, his powerful strength attracted Gozzi's attention, and at the same time he felt sorry for the heavy casualties of his men.

These are all qualified killers cultivated by the empire with a lot of resources, but now they are slaughtered wantonly like pigs and dogs, not to mention that many of them were taught by Gozzi himself.

Gozchi, holding the Teigu 'Murasame', leaped out, opened and closed without making any sound, raised the blade and slashed towards the back of Kuangxinzi, the swift and swift light of the knife was like a poisonous snake baring its fangs.

Cold and deadly.

ps: I broke the keyboard when I was coding yesterday, and I just took it to repair it today, -_-||

ps: It’s been almost two years since I wrote the book. Thinking about the durability of the keyboard, it seems that it has reached the end, but it can still be used after repairing, and it does not affect the code words.

ps: Finally, I wish everyone can be discharged from the hospital tomorrow, there is already a waste dream~

Chapter 330 Seventh Assassin of the White Skull

"when--!"

The crisp sound of metal impact was clearly audible in the dark night. Gozzi, who was sure of his assassination method, flew out backwards, controlled his body to do a backflip in the air, and relieved the enormous force on his body.

"Don't underestimate Assassin's strength."

Hassan with the dagger in his hand appeared behind the fanatic at some point. The smooth and pale skull mask reflected the moonlight, and the tattered black cloak fluttered in the night wind.

Needless to say, Gozzi was enough to realize that he had met his peers when he looked at Hassan's outfit.

The unparalleled fanatic didn't even bother to glance over here, his hair was tangled and twisted into a rope to trap and hang the killers who surrounded him one after another, giving the enemy powerless terror like a gorgon.

Under the siege of the empire's killers, Kuangxinzi moved around, even if he was cut by a sword, he was unscathed, and the hardness of his body became the crystal of the devil.

The girl's empty hand lightly touched the head of a killer. After she dodged away, the killer's head exploded like a bomb, causing countless deaths and injuries to the surrounding people.

Bursts of songs that surpassed the frequency of human perception sounded from her mouth, and the killers who heard the songs at close range all wailed with distorted faces, black smoke rose from all over their bodies, and the marrow fluid in their bodies boiled and burned to death.

Dreaming of spinal fluid, fantasizing about computers, fantasizing about flashes, and thinking about body temperature, the miracles of Hassan's previous generations reappeared one after another. The girl in a black cloak danced like a messenger of death in the dark night, taking away a Blossoming delicate flower of life.

Seeing the killers strewn across the field under the hands of Kuangxinzi, the normally calm Gozzi couldn't help but burn with anger, but he was really powerless.

Hassan the Cursed Wrist stood motionless on the spot, separating Gozzi from the fanatic like a moat. Although he didn't exude any astonishing power from a strong man, Gozzi still felt the heavy pressure .

This kind of pressure, Gozzi has felt in his own teacher.

This was something he had just joined the Imperial Assassination Force when he was young, and Gozzi's teacher was the former captain of the Imperial Assassination Force.

That is, a tense feeling that life is not guaranteed, as if the opponent can take his life in the blink of an eye, and he doesn't even have time to react.

This feeling has never appeared since Gozzi killed his teacher and took over Teigu 'Murasame' from him.

But now, he felt the same pressure from the cursed Hassan again, and the threat was even more deadly.

"Where did this assassin come from? Not even the notorious assassination association Oberg would not have forced me and the imperial assassination troops into such a mess."

Gozzi had never heard of such a powerful peer in the empire, but he didn't have the energy to find out the origin of the opponent, and all his attention was spent on maintaining the confrontation and finding the opponent's flaws.

"Ahhh-!"

The shrill howling sound broke through the almost frozen air like a stone thrown into the lake. The vice-captain Bill rolled and fell out of the darkness. His body was covered with scars, and his right arm and left leg had disappeared.

The cunning and cunning Bill had already sensed that something was wrong. Wanting to escape alone, he sneaked into the corner of the camp, but unexpectedly bumped into Hassan, the shadow lantern in charge of controlling the field.

He looked up and noticed Gozzi's presence, and his face was full of desire for life.

"Help me, Gozzi! Come on, save me—"

Bill, who used to be majestic and majestic in the past, crawled towards the place where Gozzy was like a maggot, dragging long bloodstains on the ground, like a drowning man grasping the last straw.

But Gozzi had no time to respond to his call for help. Bill's wrinkled old face was contorted with pain and resentment, and he cursed in the most vicious language:

"Gozzi you bastard, you son of a bitch, I curse you after death..."

The unbearable curses echoed in the air, until the sound of unhurried footsteps came from far and near in the darkness, Bill froze as if his throat had been choked, and he turned his head and saw the shadow lantern Hassan That devilish figure.

"No, don't kill me!"

Bill's face was full of panic, and he used all his strength to dawdle backwards, trying to stay away from the shadow lantern Hassan.

"I can give you money, a lot of money..."

Seeing Bill's ugliness, Gozzi couldn't help showing a hint of sarcasm, and Shadow Lantern didn't stop his pace.

"No matter what, as long as I have it, you can take it away, don't kill me! I, I don't want to die—"

The villain who used to wantonly play with other people's lives finally realized the same situation as the victim.

Those innocent people who were tortured to death by Bill never got his sympathy no matter how much they begged for mercy, so he must not get any mercy.

"Shadowborn lore · Iron Maiden of Darkness!"

Hassan, the shadow lantern, didn't even look at this kind of rubbish. He raised his hand and clenched his fist to call out an iron maiden made of shadows, sucked Bill into it, and slowly closed the two doors covered with sharp thorns.

"Ahhhh-"

Sharp knives of different lengths first pierced Bill's palms, arms and legs, then pierced his torso and eyes, and finally pierced his throat, stopping the ugly screams abruptly.

The shadow of the Iron Maiden dispersed, and Bill's torn rag-like corpse fell into a pool of blood.

Gozqi, who watched the whole process, felt more and more bitter. After he clearly understood the gap between the enemy and ourselves, he found that he was doomed tonight.

"Curse wrist, hurry up, the action is coming to an end."

Hassan, the shadow lantern, glanced at Gozqi, and after saying a word, his figure disappeared into the night.

"understood."

Hassan the Cursed Wrist replied in a low voice, before the words dissipated, his figure appeared in front of Gozzi in an instant, stabbing Gozzi's neck with the dagger in his hand.

Gozzi, who was born in Huangquan Temple, has excellent attainments in melee physical skills.

He subconsciously swung the samurai sword-like Teigu to hold Hassan's dagger at the cursed arm, and withdrew his body to avoid the attack radius of the short dagger, and slashed at the cursed arm with the advantage of the long knife.

Hassan, the cursed arm, drifted away suddenly, and the flashing movement almost disappeared.

"Hehe, can you, a slow guy, see through my actions?"

Faced with the provocation of Hassan, the cursed arm, Gozzi remained calm and calm, not seeking to attack the opponent, but only doing his best defense, and then waiting for the opportunity.

Cursed Arm Hassan had no intention of fighting with Gozzi, and after throwing a few hidden weapons to attract the opponent's attention, he drew a knife and stabbed Gozzi straight in the heart.

Eager to break the deadlock, Gozzi realized that this was an opportunity. He could completely control his body, and he let the stabbed blade pass by his body, and the Tegu Murame in his hand slashed straight at Hassan's right arm. superior.

"Success!!"

Seeing that Murrayu had slashed the cursed wrist, a stern look flashed in Gozqi's eyes, and he roared excitedly.

The long-sword Teigu 'Murasame', known as 'one cut and one kill', has a terrifying curse poison enough to seal the throat with blood attached to its blade.

It is precisely with this Teigu that Gozzi has completed many difficult tasks under the deployment of the empire, and has killed many opponents stronger than him. More than half of his strong strength is based on Murasame .

Although Hassan the Cursed Arm didn't know about Murasame's ability, the Demon Arm didn't seem to be afraid of highly poisonous poison unless the poison was strong enough to kill Phantasmal Species.

"Wither like a pomegranate."

Before Gozzi was happy for a few seconds, Hassan, the curse arm, was still moving without hindrance, without any sign of being poisoned.

Accompanied by Hassan's chanting, the black bandage wrapped around his right arm loosened and fell off, and the crimson devil's hand stretched out, grazing Gozzi's chest lightly.

A beating heart was held in Hassan's palm by the cursed wrist. Before Gozzi figured out what happened, there was a sharp tearing pain in his chest.

"The soul is like candy, drop pain, delusional heart sounds!"

Chapter 330: Red and Black Pupils