105 Chapter 105: Anti-Ambush

Yuther, who was still in surprise, didn't notice that the Death Scythe was close at hand.

"Of course it is true. The premise is that you can break through the knight mentor, so that we can be regarded as a good match."

The Marquis of Medea stood on the tallest bell tower outside the city defense army camp in a black robe. He was obviously standing on the top of the bell tower, but with the naked eye, there was nothing there.

She looked at Eckert who had slowly drawn out his sword, the corners of her mouth slightly raised.

Uther was about to jump up excitedly, the long-cherished wish for many years was finally fulfilled.

"Medea, don't worry, this year I will definitely be able to..." Uther's ribs suddenly hurt, and a bright knight sword pierced the wall, pointing directly at the spleen inside the ribs.

Uther spat out a mouthful of blood, and he recognized the owner of this knight sword, that is, he has always valued Eckert very much, and he personally gave him this knight sword.

"Ector!" Uther roared, and another long sword stabbed at him. This time Uther could only watch the long sword penetrate into his body.

This time it wasn't a knight's sword, but a one-handed cross sword that swordsmen were accustomed to using. There was also an engraving of the court at the end of the sword.

Uther's eyes widened, and he used his thoughts to seek help from the Marquis of Medea.

"Medea save me!"

"Hehe, why did I save you and let you ride on my head." The voice of the Marquis of Medea was unprecedentedly cold, no matter who heard it, they would subconsciously shudder.

Uther stared wide-eyed, looking at the Medea Magic Tower, the tallest building in Billy City, in astonishment, he really wanted to roar.

"Why did you do this to me? All these years..."

"Because you are so disgusting." The cold voice of the Marquis Medea sounded again.

"So go to hell!"

Uther began to recall his first encounter with the Marquis of Medea in his mind, and when he met for the last time, he showed a bitter smile.

"From the beginning to the end, I just regard you as a friend, and I have warned you many times not to have too many illusions."

This is the last time we met, what the Marquis of Medea said to Yuther, he didn't understand until now, from the beginning to the end, the Marquis of Medea didn't have him in his heart.

Even if Uther died, all the memories in his mind were the Marquis of Medea, and even his daughter Artoria only flashed in his mind for a short time.

Eckert was a little dazed. He originally planned to have a hard fight, but it was over like this?

He was just dazed for a few seconds before resolutely leaving the city defense army. It was not until he completely disappeared into the night that the murderous voice of the Marquis of Medea sounded.

"The people who killed me in Billy City still want to escape."

The tallest building in Billy City, Medea Magic Tower, suddenly opened a pair of purple pupils, the pupils enlarged, and the purple light began to illuminate the entire Billy City.

The Magic Legion and the Night Guards, who had been lurking for a long time, began to move along the purple light.

The Dark Night Guards is a spy force directly under the Marquis of Medea, and they often act as guest assassins. The minimum strength requirement is also a great swordsman, but the number is relatively small, only a hundred or so.

There was a hut about ten meters away from the Balance Chamber of Commerce. Lancelot kept receiving news of protection failures, which made him realize that something was wrong.

If the ambush in advance can still fail, there is only one possibility, and that is that someone counter-ambushed them.

Thinking of this, Lancelot's heart turned cold.

Everyone else has been discovered, so he can sit on the Diaoyutai.

Lancelot resolutely threw all the documents on the table into the brazier. Just as he lit the documents, he heard a strange noise. This was a mechanism he had arranged. As long as someone approached secretly, there would be a sound.

Lancelot reacted very quickly. After hearing the sound, he quickly sat back to his original position and quietly looked at the documents on the table. Life-saving magic props.

Squeak!

The door was opened, and the assassin swaggered in with his face covered.

"It's really just a senior knight." The assassin said in a frivolous tone, completely ignoring Lancelot.

"People from the referee?" Lancelot put down the documents in his hand and asked calmly.

"Then you should know you're dead!"

After the assassin finished speaking, he stopped talking nonsense, drew out his dagger and rushed towards Lancelot.

When the assassin was less than one meter away from the front of Lancelot, Lancelot decisively turned on the switch.

Rumble!

The desk in front of Lancelot suddenly exploded, and a flash of yellow light knocked the assassin into the air with lightning speed, hitting the wall before stopping. The man lay on the ground and vomited blood. Then the pupils began to blur.

He didn't understand why he died until he died?

Lancelot looked at the huge hole in the assassin's chest, swallowed subconsciously, and took out the contents of the dilapidated desk.

The magic prop, similar to a shotgun, was originally equipped with a fist-sized armor-piercing tip on the muzzle, and inside the gun body was the lowest-power electromagnetic gun magic crystal sealed by Aslan, which was equivalent to elementary magic.

The terrifying electromagnetic thrust and the specially-made armor-piercing gun head strengthen each other, even the great swordsman dare not use his body to resist.

It's a pity that this kind of weapon is too expensive. Even if Aslan has the talent to produce quasi-objects, he still feels distressed, and every time he uses it, he needs to replace it with a magic crystal sealed with an electromagnetic gun.

That thing can't be made with innate magic, it completely depends on Aslan's own control of magic, even with his strength, it will take half a day to engrave such a magic spar.

With his tight time now, spending half a day to make this thing is simply not worth the candle. If he hadn't prepared some life-saving things for Lancelot, he would never study this kind of thing that was defined as a failure in his previous life.

Lancelot didn't rush out from the gate, but jumped out of the window and escaped. Sure enough, when he jumped out of the window, two black-clothed assassins heard the explosion and rushed in, just in time to see Lancelot escape. figure.

Their assassination plan this time was unprecedentedly successful, except for a few accidents, but it did not have any impact on the overall situation.

However, the target of Lancelot was one of the key targets of their assassination this time. If Aslan and him hadn't wiped out all the people outside the referee at the beginning, they would not have been in such a predicament.

The assassination was indeed successful, but they lost the insiders who were lurking in various parts of Billy City to cover them. If half of the assassins in this assassination operation could escape Billy City alive, Vlada would kneel down and thank the Lord God.

Lancelot jumped out of a carriage full of straw, and he had just run a few steps when he heard the sound of rustling.

It was because someone was throwing arrows in the back, and with the vicious nature of those people in the referee, these arrows must be tainted with poison, the kind that will kill you if you touch it.