I'm Shenji, what are you doing?

Whether it was the flying feathers in the sky, the majestic figure, or the final evening bell, these were all scenes that could only be seen by the master of the dying Darius III. Araya, who was three meters away, just felt something cutting through the air. Then the head on the other side flew up into the air, and the blood that had lost its restraints scattered like a fountain under the influence of blood pressure, and fell at his feet together with the head that was falling in circles.

"Well, just behead him."

Even Araya was moved by the overly bloody killing method. Even after living for more than a hundred years and being accustomed to seeing life and death, he rarely saw such a clean beheading. Usually cutting the throat or carotid artery would be enough. .

"Just a little bit of personal interest." Assassin's response was very flat, as if he had just done a trivial thing.

"This kind of interest is really not what an assassin should have. The movement is too loud. However, with such superb concealment skills, it doesn't matter if the movement is too loud."

As Araya said, his followers possess extremely advanced concealment skills. From the beginning of the summoning to now, Aassassin has never shown his true body, like a mist. I thought he would show up when he went to kill someone, but he still didn't see anything.

If he hadn't been able to feel the connection between the contracts, he would have even thought that he was under an illusion - the evidence was that Assassin's voice was too similar to his own. Roa and Nero Kaos are already coincidental enough, but one more coincidence? Araya would rather believe that Assassin used special vocal techniques. There is no reason for an assassin who can achieve perfect invisibility to leave such an obvious clue as his voice.

"Thank you for your understanding, Master."

Assassin's voice was still as calm as ever. He was neither delighted by his master's praise nor made any judgment.

Araya was not only not angry about this, but was also very satisfied. He has never been a high-profile person, and Assassin's style is exactly what he wants. Obedient, restrained, quiet, and highly capable - as for not showing up, wouldn't that be better? The assassin who cannot even be seen by himself is even less visible by the enemy.

It seems that Roa did not lie to himself in this regard. He indeed carefully recommended a suitable follower for him, which is Hassan Sabah of unknown generation. The information about this mysterious assassination sect is already there. Not much, and his servant was a typical mystic. Araya didn't want to waste a command spell on this trivial matter, so he could only make his own guess based on the limited information.

Of course, while speculating, he did not forget about business. After the blood spurting from the neck subsided, he cut off the left hand of the corpse, took the severed limb and the command spell on it back to a distance, and handed it to Roa.

At this time, the immortal battle is coming to an end. Because of the death of his master, Darius III lost the source of magic power and the basis for his support, and his power was greatly weakened. Not only was he unable to support his proud Noble Phantasm "Ten Thousand Immortal Cavalry", but even lifting the battle ax in his hand became increasingly laborious.

It didn't take long for him to be tightly bound by the chaos released by Nero Kaos, like a huge black statue.

One of the largest phantom beasts opened its mouth, as if it wanted to swallow the big man who had defeated the beasts countless times, but before it could close its mouth, it was split into two. It was Roa.

"Nero, I have already said, if your familiar loses control, don't blame me for being rude."

"I also said, whatever you want."

Nero Kaos didn't even look at the phantom beast that was hacked to death. The black torrent rolled back, causing the corpses on the ground and the remaining beasts to return to chaos, leaving only Darius III who was on the verge of dissipating.

Roa shrugged helplessly, walked up to Darius III, and looked up at the Persian king, who was 345 centimeters tall.

"I'm sorry, Berserker, for treating you like this."

"Failure is defeat. My life ends in defeat. It doesn't matter if I lose again."

Due to the termination of the master-slave contract, the influence of "madness" also disappeared, and Darius III finally regained the ability to speak.

"Give me a pleasure, powerful undead, this is the power of the winner."

"Unfortunately, that is impossible. If I wanted to kill you, I would have done it long ago. Why wait until now? Darius III, it doesn't matter if you lose once. As long as you are alive, there is hope. You should know this best."

The second half of Darius III's life was one of defeat, and he was constantly defeated by Iskandar. However, despite this, he continued to gather his army and blocked the conquering king's iron hoof many times until he died in battle. That's why Roa said this. .

"You want me to make a contract with your master?"

"It's not a contract, it's just a transfer." Roa said, taking the severed limb from Araya's hand, "I will be your new Master."

"I refuse!" Darius III said without hesitation.

"Oh? Are you willing to disappear like this?" Roa's eyes flashed and he asked with a half-smile.

"Of course I'm not willing to give in."

"Then why refuse? As a master, my ability is definitely much stronger than that of the corpse over there."

"It's not a matter of ability. I am the king of mankind and will never be subordinate to monsters!" This is the pride of Darius III and the pride of human heroes.

"It's a pity that it doesn't matter what you say!" The corners of Roa's mouth curved with obvious joy, and his eyes were ferocious and sadistic. "This is the power of the real winner. The winner dominates everything."

"You——" Darius III suddenly began to struggle, "you despicable monster."

Luo A laughed loudly: "Screen, scold, the more you scold, the more your powerlessness will be highlighted. A familiar who can't do anything without a possession is not even as good as a monster."

"It's useless. You can't break away from the 'Soil of Creation' that I spent three hundred lives to refine."

Nero Kaos said calmly, but it made Darius III struggle even more fiercely.

"Assassin, finish me quickly, for the sake of fellow heroic spirits."

"..." Nothing happened, and Assassin, who was hiding somewhere, showed no reaction.

"Are you really willing to associate with monsters? Do you still have the pride of a hero?"

"Don't waste your efforts. How can an assassin who takes other people's lives in the dark have the pride of a hero? Everything is under my control, whether it is summoning Assassin or choosing to make a contract with Berserker. Assassin has no so-called pride. Berserker will be 'mad' and take away his rationality, and there will be no pride left - the only time you can be tough is now, and in a few minutes you won't even be able to say anything!"

Roa said, covering the command spell on the stump with his hand. With the injection of magic power, the dim red patterns suddenly became brighter.

"Drink all the contents of the cup, and your sins will be forgiven. This is the blood I shed for everyone, the blood of the contract..."

PS: Don’t worry if you like Wang Ha. The first character will not fall, the second character will not collapse, and everything the third grandpa does has deep meaning - the hint is very obvious, the reason why you are not dead now is The destiny has not arrived, but it has arrived, you know.