To Four Thousand Years Later

The whole process of assassinating Dujuanfang took less than three seconds.

The whole process can be said to be smooth and flowing. Only then did Adrian Shi realize something, with a look of anger on his face, he stood up from his seat at once.

"There are assassins!"

He shouted loudly: "Close to me! I will protect you!" Because of the obstruction of others, Adrian had just seen the tragedy that happened in front of him, and it was too late for him to rescue the Marquis. With Adrian's cautiousness, it is impossible for him to relax his vigilance in unfamiliar places. If someone really decides to assassinate at the banquet, he is sure to react in an instant.

Maybe he could even take the life of Marquis Du Juan.

But obviously, none of these nobles knew how much they could do. And those two people who know everything about themselves.

In the pitch-black hall, screams, curses, cries, and cries of pain were mixed together. People pushed and kneaded, unable to see the people around them clearly, nor could they see the exact position of Pope Adriano. However, if someone could calm down, maybe they could see the faint light of five people's backs. Green shimmer.

Actually. When they took off their clothes to wash, someone painted some colorless fluorescent agent on the back of the heart of several of them. It is usually invisible at all, but it is very conspicuous in the dark.

Should I draw closer to the Pope? Is he trying to kill me? Where have I been pushed? Who are the people around me? Leo walked randomly among the crowd, his heart beating violently. The sweat dripping from his back also cooled down, sticking to his body cold and sticky.

at this time. Leo suddenly felt a piece of cold and sharp metal pass over his lower back.

The back of Leo's head suddenly went numb. His back tensed and his limbs froze in place. But just when he was almost desperate, he vaguely heard a muffled groan behind him, and the point of the knife left his body.

Just when Leo was feeling confused and dazed, he felt someone familiarly wrap his neck around his neck, with a kiss on his shoulders, gently patted his right shoulder, and then left again. . So Leo reacted immediately.

Is this the person Master Phoenix sent to protect him! However, at this moment, almost no one noticed that the music playing in the corner of the hall had stopped at some point.

The reporter said that even if he noticed, he would not take it seriously. Some assassins broke into the banquet and assassinated a Marquis. They must have fled quickly or gathered towards the Pope.

In the center of the crowd. Pope Adrian raised his right hand high, and the old but powerful voice resounded firmly: "I praise King Solomon! It's like praising all the lights in the world. It's like praising the sun shining on the earth for a moment. The egg-sized, shimmering half-light The sphere congealed in his hand.

Like the rising sun, the ball of light only had the light of a single candle at first, but it shone several times brighter after a second.

In just one breath, the ball of light swelled to a diameter of more than one meter, exuding a blazing light. The hall was as bright as day in an instant, and the sudden light even made everyone's eyes a little bit. But after people's vision recovered, many people's faces immediately turned pale.

The previous darkness lasted just over a minute.

But outside the crowd gathered in a circle, there were already many corpses scattered on the ground, some had their throats cut, and some had their hearts pierced by arrows. Among them were two archbishops, Bishop Sanli, a knight, a nobleman, and a few strangers who appeared in the hall at some unknown time. The quantity is wrong.

There were only five corpses he had planned in advance, three archbishops and two bishops. But now the person who deserves to die is alive, and the person who deserves to live is dead.

While the pope looked around vigilantly, the others fell silent. The crappy band before. I don't know when to throw away the instrument, each of them raised a black snake-headed crossbow, and faced the crowd who gathered tightly in a circle.

The nobles, knights, teachers, and the old pope surrounded by everyone in the middle, and the assassins disguised as bands outside, had a wonderful time synchronization in the hall. It was originally a spacious hall that could comfortably seat more than thirty people. It seems so crowded at the moment. Adrian Shi couldn't help but frowned. Tighten your dry and wrinkled lips, and there is a second wave of assassins?

Did Wang and himself think of going together?

Or is it that the information on your side has been leaked?

"Snake-headed crossbow. You are Goths!" Someone exclaimed.

"Correct. But did I let you talk?"

The leader of the band sneered, and directly pulled the trigger of the crossbow in his hand: "Then reward you with death.

A black blunt-tipped arrow shot out of his hand, biting the young nobleman's chest like a poisonous snake.

The crossbow easily tore through his clothes, cut through flesh and ribs, and pierced deeply into his chest.

"Uh ah ah murmuring one"

The man howled in pain.

But as soon as the wailing came out, it quickly turned into a leaking gasp. His face was ferocious and miserable, his body twitched into a ball, his chest was beating rapidly, and his warm heart was turned outside.

He is indeed alive and breathing

The man wailed violently on the ground. The painful voice was like a chainsaw, grinding away the already rare courage of everyone. People were so frightened that they panicked, and no one dared to make any noise, so they became quieter instead. The pope sighed slightly. said in a low voice.

His voice startled those around him. No one understood what he meant, people just looked at him blankly.

Adrian Shi took a deep breath and shook his head sadly. He raised his right hand and pointed his index finger at the man who fell to the ground and screamed, his eyes suddenly sparkled.

"Give my enemy a harsh punishment. I saw the man who was shot by the arrow. The muscles on his body suddenly twitched crazily. It was as if countless worms were wriggling under his skin. Through the cut chest , you can see that the beating heart is also twitching, and all parts of the heart are fighting at different frequencies and uncoordinated fast. In two breaths, the man's wailing stopped quickly, and he completely lost consciousness The heart, which is beating more and more fiercely, is like a fountain, through the wound pierced by the arrow, the blood is continuously gushing out. It's just a finger.

There was no flame or thunder, and the man died strangely.

The incomprehensible strange event made fear and awe haunt the hearts of all. The assassins who surrounded the crowd with arrows in their hands also had serious expressions on their faces.

"What do you want. We can talk."

Adrian Shi was pointed at by many arrows, but he still said calmly: "As Solomon, the king of wisdom, said, 'The wrong has a leader, and the debt has a debt. Those who have committed foolish things and rebelled against their wisdom will eventually be punished. The avengers are destroyed; but those who are innocent. No one is allowed to hurt them. After a moment of silence, the middle-aged assassin dressed as the leader of the band whispered: "When we come here, we must take a noble head , can be justified.

not enough.

"Of course, of course. We all know that you are a saint. Swords can't hurt you. Crossbow arrows and witchcraft may also be ineffective against you." The middle-aged assassin grinned. He spread his hands calmly: "What about poison?" "The face of the pope changed slightly, and the faces of the surrounding priests also changed.

The old man took a slight step forward. He asked sharply, "What do you mean?"

"Don't be nervous, don't be nervous. We don't have to kill you, after all, you are the heir of King Solomon. I swear to all the kings, as long as you hand over a human head, I can give you the antidote. Those around How about innocent people not being killed by us?"

He looked at the silent Adrian Shi, and added with a chuckle: "Let's be honest, we want Princess Goboga's head."

"I don't know where she is." The Pope paused and said softly. However, the assassin grinned: "No, you must know. Because you are the one who hid her.

In front of many nobles and priests, the middle-aged assassin stepped back slowly like a nobleman and said calmly: Please rest assured, everyone. We won't kill too many people, every living person is a precious confession, if they can return to Yashen alive. In that case, they will be a testament to our Majesty's friendship with His Honorable King Solomon.

"You say yes, Your Excellency?" As soon as the assassin finished speaking, some people hurried in from the hall door.

There was blood on their knives, and they were holding some heads—they were the heads of Du Juanhou's relatives.

What caught people's attention was that the costumes of this group of people were indeed completely different from those of the Goths in black. They were dressed in white, and the leader was a beautiful girl.

She came in and immediately realized that something was wrong with the atmosphere in the hall.

She subconsciously looked at the silent Adrian Shi with the sun on her head. Then he shifted his gaze to the circle of priests and noble men in black.

What's going on here? Coboga was confused.