I'm Shenji, what are you doing?

Although Rubare has the ambition to become the twenty-seventh ancestor, he knows very well that he is not enough to become a member of the ancestors now.

It would take at least two hundred years before he could claim to be his ancestor. In order to pass these two hundred years, he continued to rob magicians of their magic rituals and conceptual weapons.

The results are stored in the spire at your feet. Among them is a secret treasure that even the world's leading collector, the twentieth seat of the Twenty-Seven Ancestors, with nicknames such as "Crown" and "Demon Envoy", Meilian Solomon, would be envious of. As long as he uses this secret treasure to kill those ignorant people, Of course it's a no brainer.

"Oh, I thought it would be progressed gradually, but I didn't expect that I would go straight to the point arrogantly? If you are so arrogant, you will lose your life, Barthelmero."

Smiling silently, he stroked the beard on his chin. Rubare, the "Death Apostle of the Lake," happily watched the women massacre in the castle.

Generally speaking, the older the Dead Apostles are, the weaker their human touch is. The long time has made them lose sight of many things. Dead disciples like "Jewel Man" and Van Feim who always maintained strong enthusiasm were the few exceptions.

For the vast majority of the ancient Dead Apostles, whether they are heirs or dependents, they are just cherished resources. It is a pity to lose them, but as long as they can get enough results in return, the slight loss is worth it.

Rubare is such a typical Dead Apostle. In order to ensure that these women can step into the trap he prepared, he does not mind losing most of his subordinates. Anyway, the most important children who have inherited his power have scattered and fled. Come on, let the others be buried with Bartholomew.

In the past month, Barthemero Lorelea has become a famous figure in the entire mysterious world. The campaign she launched against the Death Apostles has made the entire Death Apostles circle remember this young Death Apostle hunter. He kept her information in mind, so when Barthemero used vacuum magic, Rubare recognized Lorelaia's identity at a glance, and was determined to eliminate this dangerous person at all costs. idea.

"Getting rid of this woman and her helpers will not only save my father's lost face, but also clear the obstacles for me to inherit my ancestor's name - Barthemero, use your blood to forge my path to the top. .”

With this thought, Rubare took out an iron hammer from nowhere and opened the things he had hidden in the minaret.

Just a few minutes after it was confirmed that the secret treasure was activated, the door of the minaret was violently smashed open, and the woman in an orange coat walked into the hall where Rubare was escorted by the weird puppet that destroyed the familiar army.

"'Death Apostle of the Lake' Rubare?"

The woman with orange hair and glasses asked, the coldness in her voice sending chills even to the body of a Dead Apostle.

"Exactly? Are you -?" Rubare looked at the woman curiously. If I read it correctly, she should be the commander of the team. Even Bartholomew obeys her command. There is no doubt that this is a powerful character.

"——The person who came to kill you." Chengzi took out a cigarette from his coat pocket. Her favorite "Dragon Smoke" from Taiwan was also a gift he gave her when they first met.

"Are you the only one? Where are the others?"

Rubare laughed and said, the hammer in his hand kept spinning, and a dangerous atmosphere suddenly filled the minaret hall.

"They, they have other things to do, such as hunting down the heirs you have hidden, and plundering the wealth you have accumulated."

Orange lit the cigarette casually, and wisps of smoke escaped from the lips covered with orange lipstick and spread around.

"It's enough for me to kill you."

"What a big breath." Rubare felt a strong sense of disobedience in his heart.

On the one hand, he didn't think this woman had the ability to kill him.

Although the puppet that combines technology and magic is very powerful, this woman is also a superb magician herself. But through the observation just now, he discovered this woman's weakness - her physical fitness is very poor and she is not good at close combat at all. Barthemero and the other two girls have been protecting her from the enemy, consciously or unconsciously.

It's not that Rubare is arrogant. At such a distance, it won't take more than three seconds for him to kill Orange, even if he is protected by a puppet.

On the other hand, there was an unexplainable uneasiness deep in his heart. This uneasiness has been lingering since he received the prophecy. At first, he thought it was Bartholomew who brought it to him, but now that Bartholomew is not here, could it be that this woman is the real danger?

Two completely different emotions started a tug-of-war in Rubare's heart. Orange, who had caused the conflict, was not in a hurry and just smoked silently. The steeple hall was enveloped in a strange silence.

When he finished smoking a cigarette, Chengzi put out the cigarette butt with some regret, gave the fighter Wu Hui a sign of color, and signaled the latter to retreat outside the tower, while he walked towards Rubare.

"Have you thought about your last words?"

Cheng Zi's strange behavior further aggravated Lu Bare's inner disobedience - knowing that he is not good at close combat, he still approached rashly?

"I didn't think about it. I don't have time to wait any longer. Let's just end it like this."

Continuing to speak confident words with a voice mixed with murderous intent and coldness, the distance between Chengzi and Rubare became closer and closer.

Ten meters.

Eight meters.

five meters.

Three meters.

Two meters.

one meter.

At this time, Rubare could pierce Orange's heart as long as he stretched out his hand.

At such a close distance, he didn't think Orange could move faster than him, so Rubare took action without hesitation.

The sharp claws most commonly used by the Dead Apostles penetrated the woman's chest and accurately took out her heart.

Based on Rubare's many years of experience in squeezing human blood, he can be sure that the heart in his hand is real. The beauty that is still pulsing and the natural perfection are not comparable to those created by humans.

"It's so beautiful, but it's a pity that this beauty will eventually be destroyed."

The Dead Apostle let out a heartfelt exclamation and crushed the woman's heart, just like a plastic bag filled with water dropped to the ground.

Chengzi giggled after hearing this, with a tragic beauty on his blood-stained lips.

"You have good taste. I didn't expect there to be someone like you among the Dead Apostles who knows how to appreciate you. Suddenly I don't want to kill you."

"Are you still saying this now? There must be a limit to bluffing."

Rubare said as he pulled out his hand, and the blood that had lost the resistance of his arm rushed out, instantly wetting Rubare's body and the carpet under his feet.

"Whether it was a bluff or not, you will soon find out. Farewell, 'Death Apostle of the Lake.'"

After saying that, Cheng Zi stopped her life activities, and her body completely lost its functions as a human being.