Dust of History Chapter 57: Hunted (on)

The bells of St. Peter's Basilica tried their best to break through the blockade of the strong wind and rain, and when they entered the palace, they were faint and indistinct, like the groans of a dying old man. On top of a tower in the palace, the court magician almost jumped when he heard the faint voice.

"It's the bell of St. Peter's Basilica. They're asking for help... It seems that something happened." The court magician stood up and ran to the window, looking in the direction of the cathedral. "And I remember that they never seemed to ring the bell like this. Something must have happened."

"It shouldn't be too small, especially at this time." General Ou Ling also walked to the window and looked in the direction of the cathedral. His eyes, which were originally dull, were now full of excitement. "I just hope that's it, I can't think it's really what I think..."

"Could it be that Bishop Eschael really..." The court magician thought for a while, then shook his head and smiled wryly. "I can't believe it..."

"Actually, I don't really believe it based on reasoning. However, whether something happens or not is not determined by whether we believe it or not..."

"If, if this assassin really killed Bishop Eschael..." the court magician said cautiously, as if he was afraid that speaking out loud would make this possibility disappear. "Maybe we should really thank him..."

Ou Ling nodded and coughed lightly. "Of course, I will go to him now, thank him well, and you can go together."

The court magician asked: "How do you plan to thank this person who has helped us?"

"Of course he cut off his head." Ou Ling replied lightly. He drew out the long sword at his waist, and faint magic runes emerged from the sword. And the leather armor on his body also began to show the same magic runes. "If he has the ability to cut off the head of Bishop Eschael, he will also be able to cut off the head of anyone in Erasia. It is very dangerous to keep such a person."

"If he really has the ability to kill Eschael...do you think the two of us can handle it?"

"Assassination and frontal combat are always two different things, and as long as Lord Bishop Eschael or his guards are not so pusty, don't let this assassin retreat unharmed. The key is now that he is the prey , we are hunters." General Ou Ling looked at the court magician. "It seems that it's too late to dispatch people to search on a large scale... To deal with such a master, too many people will get in the way. Can you find the trace of that guy in such a storm?"

"The wind and rain are too strong. The opponent must be a master of stealth. The key is that this is the royal city. There are too many people. It may be a little difficult..." The court magician hesitated looking at the pouring rain outside the tower, and replied. "Probably within a hundred meters, my magical eyes can only guarantee that he will never miss him within a hundred meters."

"Okay, within a hundred meters." General Ou Ling nodded, ignored the magician, turned over and jumped off the tower.

The court magician closed his eyes and chanted the mantra in a low voice. Countless blue magic symbols overflowed from his body, and then converged towards the top of his head. The magic symbols converged into a huge eyeball shape. This magical eyeball, which was the size of his head, rotated at an uninterrupted speed, and the strange pupils overflowing with blue light scanned everything around.

The magician recited a lot of incantations and made complicated gestures at the same time. The body slowly floated into the air. He added a few more magic shields to himself, and then flew out of the tower. The huge eyeball on the top of his head only paused slightly. He followed the direction of Ou Ling who had already disappeared in the wind and rain.

At the top of St. Peter's Basilica, a figure stood on the cross on the top of the church, quietly waiting for the next thunderstorm.

The long golden hair has been soaked by the rain and clings to his forehead, cheeks and armor. The rain seeped into the armor from his head and neck like a waterfall, and his whole body has already been soaked in rainwater. She put her hand on her eyebrows to block the rain, and looked at the darkness without blinking. She didn't move at all, like a statue cast on the roof.

St. Peter's Basilica is the tallest building in the royal city, and the top here is also the closest to the thunder that shines vertically and horizontally in the sky. A person still has the courage to stand in this place at this time, and there seems to be no other reason than courting death. The power of thunder in the sky is far beyond that of the lightning in the hands of magicians. Even the protective lightning released by an air master. In front of the prestige of the day and the earth, it is not much like a piece of paper.

But she knew she had to wait here. Because only here is the highest point of Wangcheng, and can overlook the farthest and most complete area. And only the moment when the lightning appeared could tear up the darkness and wind and rain that covered everything, allowing her to see the panoramic view of the royal city for a moment.

Of course she knew that the radiant armor on her body couldn't withstand a thunderstorm that might fall on her head at any time, as long as the lightning hit her head, it would become coke in a ball of radiant armor in no time. But she didn't care, she just knew she had to wait. And she had to wait until she saw the person who ran away in a hurry. The faint light of the glorious battle armor is like an insignificant firefly in this all-swallowing night, but no matter how heavy the wind and rain, how dark the night is, how violent the thunder and lightning are, that little light is always there.

A few white rays of light roamed the streets, and the guards in the church had divided into several groups to chase them out. That light was the illumination technique maintained by the white magic of the priests in the team. It is impossible to use any light for lighting in such heavy rain. The Knights of the Kingdom who heard the chiming of the bell should also be heading here. But in such a heavy wind and rain, no matter how large-scale hunting is, it will not have much effect. The rain is so heavy that people can't even open their eyes. Even if they open it, they can't see a few meters away. No matter how skilled the tracker is, it is impossible for Yu Yu to find any traces. Such a hunt is no different from futility.

A flash of pale lightning pulled apart the pitch-black night for an instant. Then a dull thunder echoed above St. Peter's Basilica.

I didn't find anything, but Talis didn't even blink, she just kept this posture and changed the direction. She didn't feel fear, anxiety, or any other emotional fluctuations, and now there was only one thought in her chest, that is to find out that person, catch him, and the eyes with the advanced eagle eye and detection skills have been added. Full of blood, magic and extremely angry rays of light are mixed together and burst out.

She was angry. She was not reconciled, but more puzzled, because she clearly saw that the **** who cut off the cardinal's head with a sword was actually Yabin. The person she has always believed in, has a good impression of, and can even be called the first friend in this life. She couldn't accept this reality, and she believed that all of this was caused by this person, who was manipulating it. Now the only way to explain and solve all this is to catch the culprit.

Accompanied by the sound of tearing people's ears apart, a bigger and brighter bolt of lightning crossed the sky. In an instant, the death-like royal city seemed to have returned to daylight.

Talis's eyes narrowed suddenly, and at this moment she finally saw it. A figure was in the middle of the street about two or three miles away. He stumbled but quickly ran towards the distance. Like a cheetah finally found its long-awaited prey, she rushed to the eaves and jumped off the roof.

There was a loud bang. Splashes and stone chips flew. Even with the buffer of the Feather Falling Technique, the impact brought by the drop of nearly 100 meters is extremely huge, and a hole was smashed into the bluestone floor where Talis landed. She stood up and staggered, only feeling that her bones and internal organs seemed to be turned around, and there was a fishy smell in her throat. But she didn't pause at all, stretched out her hand to use a healing technique on herself, and flew towards the direction she saw.

The rain was so heavy that it looked as if someone was pouring water from a basin on it. People couldn't even open their eyes in the rain, and there was a mouthful of rainwater every time they opened their mouths. When you breathe in, water rushes into your nasal cavity. Standing in the rain is like standing in the water, and the wind is so strong that thinner people can't even stand upright in the wind. The raindrops are driven by the wind and hit people like countless small fists.

It was very dark, except for the occasional flashes of lightning together with the sound of thunder that illuminated the sky and the earth for a moment, the entire royal city was completely dark. It was so dark that there was nothing bright or alive in the world except the sound of wind, rain and thunder. Even the warning bell of the cathedral just now was completely lost in the sound of wind and rain.

Asa didn't know anything, he couldn't feel the astonishing wind and rain around him, he couldn't feel the rainwater choking into his nose and lungs, he couldn't feel himself running and coughing like a man with lung disease for fifty years The old man can't even feel himself slipping, falling, getting up and running again and again. He is now like a dog that has been blinded, deafened and one leg broken, struggling to escape in the rain, crooked, staggering and crawling.

Run, run. Asa now only knows how to run. But he didn't even know where or how he should run. It was as if someone had poured a pot of boiling lead juice into his brain, and all his consciousness was blurred and chaotic. It was boiling hot and turned upside down and chaotic. He seemed to feel that his brain was being stirred into a pot of bean dregs by his own thinking.

Although Eschael died, the mental magic power left in his brain was no longer controlled by anyone, but he not only released his fighting spirit magic all at once in the encirclement, but also exuded murderous aura. Those present are all masters, no matter how amazing and lifelike the grudge and magic he bluffs through meditation, if there is no murderous aura, there will be no pressure at all, just like a tiger roaring loudly but unable to see claws and claws, it is bluffing proof.

The magic wave and battle energy that were far below that level were released in one go, and finally he had to add a necromancer fireball to block the pursuers, which almost completely consumed the battle energy and magic power in his body. . But murderous aura is not something anyone can release, it can be released whenever they want. That must have a real killing intent, a strong attack from the bottom of the heart can only be produced when it is mixed with its own momentum, so there must be that kind of real hostility and fighting spirit at that time. In this way, the originally suppressed power disappeared, and the murderous intent in his heart was like throwing a torch into a pile of dry wood that had just been extinguished, arousing the dormant mental magic power.

Although there is no one to control this group of magic power, it is after all the full blow of a top mental magician in the mainland. If it wasn't for the meditation technique that could relieve a little bit and keep the clarity in her heart, she might have gone crazy already.

The huge capital of King Erathia is like a dead city that has been abandoned for many years. Whether it is the knights who reported the bad news or the pursuers, they are completely hidden in the darkness and the huge sound of wind and rain. Asa stumbled and ran alone in this dead zone where he couldn't see anything and didn't know where to go.

The wild highland at this time is full of stars.

Especially in the wide city hall square of Oufu, you can have a panoramic view of this rough city and the starry sky. The teleportation magic circle was right in the middle of the square, and there were no guards around, only three figures who had just been teleported there, and the noise was particularly harsh in the silent midnight.

"If it wasn't for him, you would have become a mass of stinky mud in the gutter by now. How dare you escape by yourself now?" Jessica looked at Yabin with a murderous expression. He is indeed not on Bishop Eschael's side, and she will do it immediately.

"I don't think so either. But what can I do?" Yabin's face flushed, not because of guilt, but because of powerlessness. This place is already thousands of miles away from Erasia, no matter how anxious you are, it’s useless~IndoMTL.com~ You can’t even know what’s going on there.

"You'd better pray that he is safe..." The black elf glanced at Yabin and Aiyimei on the ground with eyes full of resentment. "Otherwise, I want both of you brothers and sisters to regret being born in this world. Is that little girl crazy? Count her luck. But I promise you will see her being cut to pieces by me."

The veins on Yabin's head twitched: "You..."

A group of orcs rushed over upon hearing the sound. This is a team composed only of heavily armed ogres and werewolves, but the leader is a dwarf who is less than the height of a werewolf and has a waist.

"Master Borugan." Yabin recognized this dwarf as the deputy of the staff of Lord Oufu, and he had seen it when he came here with the caravan last time.

Jessica watched these tall and dangerous demihumans warily. Although Asa had already told her about Oufu's situation, it was the first time for her to come to Oufu and deal with these humanoid creatures on the surface.

"You...should be members of the Shadow Army." Lord Borugan looked at the three of them. He had also heard from Sedros that Asa's new subordinates could now use the newly established teleportation magic. There are only these people in the formation. "Where's your leader?"