Chapter 228

And soon after, in the dungeon below the palace.

The waitress of the tavern was held here, with heavy chains on her hands and feet, and the door of the cell was so strong that it was almost impossible to open it by force except with a key.

Call~

The fire in the corridor was bright and dark, and there was no sound around.

At this time, a slight movement came, the bartender raised her head slightly, and then saw a looming figure coming in this direction not far away.

"My Lord."

A soldier went up and whispered something, but he was caught off guard and was directly poured into his throat with a short knife.

Poof.

The blood sprayed on the wall. The body was gently hugged and placed on the ground without much movement.

The woman with red hair saw this, and her eyes coagulated slightly. She knew that her companion had come to save herself.

However, I don't know why, there is no joy in her heart. Instead, there is a sense of uneasiness fermenting.

When the bartender was upset, the dark shadow reflected by the fire disappeared from her eyes, leaving only a body lying quietly on the cold ground.

But the next second.

The sound of pulling out the keys suddenly rang over the head of the tavern waitress.

The woman was just a little distracted when she suddenly heard the voice close at hand. She was surprised and raised her head. A dark shadow was blocking the fire on the corridor wall and enveloping her figure.

At the moment, the visitor had torn off the face with a scar, revealing the cheeks of the mercenary 'Miguel' from telosi below, and there was an indisputable fatigue in his light blue eyes.

"Here you are."

As he took out his key to unlock the lock, a calm voice rang from behind him.

"Yes."

Miguel nodded subconsciously.

But even after realizing that this sentence did not come from the companion in front of him, the other party was shocked and stared at his back.

"Who?"

Miguel felt a little cold all over in an instant, then quickly turned around and looked behind him.

A familiar figure was standing not far from him, quietly looking at him. His long silver blond hair was tied with a hair band, and his own figure was reflected in his eyes.

The visitor was wesselis, who was assassinated by him during the day. At his feet, there was still the body of the soldier. Wesselis looked down at the body and breathed out gently.

This is a familiar face, followed him to pantos, but did not expect to die here.

"His name is Judd."

"Followed me many years ago."

Then wesselis raised his head again and said.

On the other side, Miguel's eyes were also shocked. He couldn't help but step back and take a look at his companion.

Both of them looked at each other and felt like they had seen a ghost.

"You shouldn't be alive."

Then Miguel turned around and looked at wesselis with bright eyes. One hand was holding the cold iron window, and his voice was hoarse.

He didn't expect to see wesselis. Before this assassination, he smeared his knife with strong scorpion venom.

Once this poison enters the heart, it will die. Before that, it was muscle necrosis, wound pus, and even maggots are unwilling to approach the wound.

Now more than half a day has passed. No matter how it is calculated, wesselis should have died of poisonous blood into his heart. It is impossible to stand in front of him.

However... Seeing is believing, wesselis really stood in front of them and was coming in their direction.

"Yes, I probably shouldn't be alive."

"But maybe your God wants me to be alive?"

Wesselis spoke quietly and came slowly.

Step.

Step.

The footsteps of wesselis were clear in the silent cell.

a step.

Another step.

"The black goat God of kohor? The night lion of the barbarians? Or the stranger of westero."

The God of thousands of faces is the God of death. Believers of the God of thousands of faces believe that all the gods in the world are just different faces of the same God. Therefore, almost all the gods in the world are enshrined in the black-and-white courtyard.

Miguel looked at wesselis coming over and couldn't help but step back.

Clang.

Then he pulled out a bright stabbing sword from his waist.

His right hand was holding a sword, his broken left hand was behind him, and he posed as a water dancer. The tip of the sword pointed straight at the silver haired boy who was walking in front of him.

The Faceless Man's sword was only less than a foot from wesselis's chest.

At this time, wesselis finally stopped, and a pair of lavender eyes quietly examined each other's cheeks.

I don't know why the faceless man suddenly felt that his right hand holding the sword was not confident, and even his palm exuded a cold sweat.

If on weekdays, Miguel has enough confidence that he can directly pierce each other's heart within this distance.

But now

The time was slightly frozen for a second.

Then the faceless man suddenly burst up without any warning, just like the sudden assassination disguised as a prince in rags without any warning.

But last time wesselis was unprepared, and this time the world's top killer faced wesselis.

The bright stabbing sword tore the air and stabbed it out, trying to pierce wesselis's heart. However, the silver haired boy edged away with an incredible reaction speed.

Miguel once watched the battle between wesselis and magic mountain. He knew that wesselis reacted quickly.

However, now that his roles have changed, he has become the position of magic mountain. Facing wesselis, he knows how much pressure he has to face such an enemy.

In the feeling of the Faceless Man, almost as soon as his wrist moved slightly, the sword was ready to stab out, and wesselis had thought about where his sword was going to stab, and then avoided almost in synchronization with his sword.

Magic Mountain felt the same way at the beginning, and it was very oppressive.

Brush!

The sword of the Faceless Man pierces the air at such a close distance.

Next second.

The long sword around wesselis's waist also came out of its sheath, and the sound of metal collision rang, and the two tossed and fought.

Dang Dang——

And the last sound is louder.

Dang!

The narrow stabbing sword in the hands of the faceless man broke in the next collision with the dusk, and the tip of the sword was cut off directly and flew out.

At the same time, a blood light bloomed, half of the arm fell to the ground, and blood splashed out.

The faceless man uttered a dull groan of pain and then rolled back.