What?

Facing the mysterious man's words, Isabella's eyes flashed with confusion. What is Harres' greeting? But the moment the thought appeared, a feeling of powerlessness appeared in her body for no reason, and a thin wound appeared on her abdomen.

How is this possible? When was this attack launched? Am I going to die? Several questions appeared in Isabella's mind in an instant.

At this moment, Isabella's gaze caught a faint white figure. The figure was lying in front of her body with a strange smile. At the same time, the figure was holding a dagger with the same color that could only be seen in shape in the left hand. Unfortunately, the front end of the dagger stabbed her abdomen.

"Isabella!"

Seeing his precious daughter lying in front of him, Lyon III's eyes were full of tears and he shouted angrily outside the hall: "Come on, there is an assassin!"

But after shouting for a long time, the guards stationed outside the hall seemed to have not heard at all, and no one rushed in to protect the carriage.

"How could this happen?" Lyon III refused to answer, and then he shouted into the air: "You are right, you must be the one who did it!"

"good."

After stabbing Isabella with one blow, the mysterious assassin from Harres did not deny it, but admitted openly: "I did it. Emperor, when your father and daughter just talked about the family matters, I had already set up a silent alchemy barrier around the hall. So no matter how much movement it was in the hall, no one outside could hear it unless one of them had reached the holy level of strength."

"Damn bastard, you hurt Isabella, I am incompatible with you dark elves!" Lyon III roared like an angry bull, red eyes and panting.

The mysterious assassin curled his lips when he heard this, not denied it.

As early as his master sent him out to perform this mission, their Dark Elf clan became an endless situation with the Caesar Empire. Once he succeeded in assassination today, the Caesar Empire would fall into a civil strife without a leader. At that time, as long as the Dark Elf clan's army launched an attack on the border, it would definitely be invincible.

Thinking of this, the dark elf assassin from Harres drew a smug arc across the corner of his mouth and gently raised the dagger in his hand.

At this moment, Lyon III not only showed any panic, but also whispered: "Apophis, I need your strength."

"Oh? Have you figured it out? Haha, you should have been like this long ago. Accept my power early, and your baby daughter will not become what she is now." Apophis's voice echoed in Lyon III's mind.

"real?"

Lyon III was half-believing and half-doubting.

Before Apophis could speak, he kept staring at Lyon III and spoke: "My respected Emperor, who are you talking to?"

The mysterious assassin can confirm that there is no one in this hall except Lyon III, Isabella and himself, but Lyon III's expression, movements and tone are not fake. Could it be that there is really a fourth person here?

Thinking of this, the mysterious assassin suddenly shook his head, it was impossible, that was absolutely impossible.

If there was no fourth person here, then there was only one reason why Lyon III would have such a situation, that is, when this powerful human emperor was scared out of fear and began to talk nonsense when facing death.

After figuring this out, the mysterious assassin couldn't help but feel a little pity for Lyon III. He didn't expect that this emperor, who has always been known for his strength and fearlessness among the five great empires of mankind, would have such a disobedient side. It was really unexpected.

"Poor human emperor, on behalf of Harres, I send you another greeting of death."

After whispering, the mysterious assassin stopped hesitating. He turned the dagger in his hand and stabbed Lyon III quickly. The moment the dagger stabbed Lyon III's chest, the mysterious moment also revealed his true appearance, a very young dark elf clan member.

However, at this time, Lyon III was as stupid as he faced the dagger, which was close to him, not only did not dodge, but instead showed a strange smile at the corner of his mouth.

It was this smile that made the dark elf assassin feel a bad premonition in his heart. As an assassin who has been struggling between life and death for many years, he believed in his sixth sense because in his many years of assassination career, these invisible and intangible sixth senses have saved him many times.

But what if this human emperor is bluffing? If this emperor is delaying time, can he still leave Caesar's palace alive if he misses this opportunity? Taking a step back, even if he can leave Caesar alive, he will not be able to bear the failure of the mission.

Gripping his teeth and throwing all the trivial things in his mind behind his head, the dark elf assassin stabbed Lyon III's chest with a dagger in his hand.

Bang

With a crisp sound, the dagger, which was stained with many creature blood, was broken into two pieces by the defense of Lyon III's body surface. Looking at this scene, the dark elf assassin's eyes were almost glaring out. This was a sixth-level enchanted dagger, which has always been invincible in his assassination career and played a very critical role. However, this dagger was broken into two pieces just now in front of his eyes. Could it be that the clothes worn by this human emperor were holy-level defensive equipment?

Just as the Dark Elf Assassin was shocked by the scene in front of him and hesitated, the smile at the corner of Lyon III's mouth turned into a evil arc. At the same time, a blue-purple flame barrier suddenly appeared on the surface of his body. It was obvious that it was this flame barrier that helped Lyon III resist the Dark Elf Assassin's attack.

"This is the magic flame!!!" The dark elf assassin said with a sharp roar in his mouth as if he had seen something terrifying: "How is it possible, how can there be magic flames in the world after the Age of the Gods?"

The so-called demonic flame refers to a body-protecting flame produced by some creatures with very pure demonic energy in their bodies. In the age of the gods, those creatures with demonic energy in their bodies did not shout and beat them on the continent as they appeared like now. The demonic spirits at the beginning all had the potential to become gods, but unlike ordinary practitioners, they embarked on another path of cultivation.

However, with the fall of the Age of Gods, the mysterious race of Demon Spirit disappeared without a trace. The reason why the Dark Elf Assassin knew this was because the information leaked by an old assassin when he was training in the organization.

"Oh? I didn't expect that there are still people who recognize the magic flame now. Yes, Dark Elf Boy, you are very lucky. You will be the lucky one who respects the first time I used the magic flame to burn souls with the magic flames after coming to this Arad continent." The expression on Lyon III's face suddenly split into two, half of which was the expression of a human being, and the other half was the distorted magic face of saying this.

"Apophis, this is different from what we said. I just want you to protect my daughter." The half of the face that was still human, roared angrily.

"Noisy! Humans, sleep quietly for a while. When you wake up, you will have the most powerful power in the world." Apophis, no, to be precise, should be Lyon III's left hand suddenly waved, and half of the face with still human emotions was transformed into a magic face.

Seeing all this happening, the dark elf assassin felt a sense of retreat for the first time. Although he was a genius in assassination in the organization, no matter how genius was, he was not an opponent of creatures like the Demon Spirit who were in the same era as the gods.

Thinking of this, a pair of small green wings suddenly grew under the feet of the dark elf assassin, and his movement speed increased by several levels instantly. With a few flashes of body, he had already run to the door of the hall. Seeing that the Shengmen was only one step away from him, a sneer suddenly came from behind him: "Hehehehehe, boy, if you just run away like this, I, Apophis, wouldn't I be too shameless? Come here for me."

As soon as he finished speaking, the dark elf assassin's body suddenly shrank backwards and flew backwards in front of the demonized Lyon III.

Smack

As soon as he returned to Lyon III, the dark elf assassin discovered that his body was lifted up by a big hand. He turned his head in horror, and what he greeted him was Lyon III's demonic face.

"Boy, I will do what I say. If you say you use the magic flame to burn your soul, you will never go back on your word." As he spoke, Lyon III's empty right hand suddenly pulled out of the void, and a strange long sword with an extremely wide blade appeared in his right hand.

When the dark elf assassin saw the appearance of the sword clearly, the horror in his heart was almost about to break through his chest. The sword was not as wide as that sword. The reason why it gave people the illusion that the sword blade was wide was because a thick layer of demonic flames were burning beside the blade.

"Boy, experience despair." Lyon III said happily.

"No, no!!!"

The roar of despair resounded throughout the hall. The genius assassin, the legendary dark elf assassin organized by Harres, was like a roasted turkey, penetrated his chest by a magic sword. At the same time, the purple-black magic flames continued to burn his body and soul.

After the dark elf assassin's body was completely burned to a pool of ashes, the silent barrier set up around the hall was also broken at the same moment.

With a bang, the gate of the hall was suddenly knocked open, and a team of fully armed knights rushed in with great momentum. When they saw the situation in front of them, they were shocked, and then knelt on one knee on the ground and apologized: "It's too late for me to come down, so I'll be frightened by Your Majesty and Your Majesty. I'm my dereliction of duty. Please punish me severely."
Chapter completed!