Badge in Azure

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

Eleanor knew the attacking range of Saleen's crystal finger. She shot her arrow the moment Tyrant was within ten yards.

Both the space arrow and life arrow were shot together.

Eleanor's grade did not allow her to fully utilize the power of the elf emperor arrow. If she could have shot these three arrows consecutively, the assassin would surely be dead.

The assassin used his dagger to swipe at the arrows flying towards him. His actions were as swift as lightning, but he had miscalculated. Eleanor's space arrow was made from the branches of a divine tree. The long bow, Seven Nights, was also like a godly item. The moment the dagger made contact with the junction between the tip and shaft of the arrow, the assassin knew he was in trouble.

The dagger wriggled helplessly in the air as the arrow passed through it.

One needed to be even faster to dodge past the space arrow. It would not be stopped unless one possessed a space rule that was even more powerful.

The life arrow followed closely behind. The assassin, who had been paralyzed by the space arrow, was not able to dodge the life arrow and was hit in the chest.

On the other side, Saleen's water puppet had also managed to hit the assassin that was holding a windmill. There was a beam of white light within the fog and even the soldiers outside of the fog were blinded.

( B oxnovel.c om ) Tyrant laughed coldly as the windmill pierced through the white light formed by spells. This windmill was a Spell-destroying Weapon, the most well-known holy equipment amongst assassins. He had used this holy equipment to kill tens of mages and all of them died with an expression of shock on their faces.

The only thing that frustrated Tyrant was that the mages did not seem to feel any fear just before they died. Were the brains of those damned mages made of stones?

The windmill was broken into pieces without a sound. This holy equipment was destroyed by the water puppet's crystal finger. Its after-effects even created a fist-sized crater in Tyrant's chest. This time around, Saleen did not attack with his full force as the water puppet was too important. If it broke apart, Saleen could not afford to wait for a few months before it recovered again.

The water puppet only utilized half the power of crystal finger yet its index finger had already broken off as a result. At least the rest of the body behind the crystal ring remained uninjured.

Once Tyrant's holy equipment was destroyed, his clone on that side suddenly stopped moving. It only stood rooted on the spot, making a thin cawing sound. Tyrant could no longer sense the presence of his clone nor connect with its blood and energy, much less control it.

Once the windmill was destroyed, Tyrant's body immediately became entangled by the tornado and snowflakes around him. The snowflakes were even sharper than the arrows, they tore Tyrant's clothes into pieces dripping with blood.

Tyrant let out a sharp howl and a metal hammer suddenly appeared in his hands. This powerful assassin was still able to utilize his spatial equipment!

The metal hammer measured half a yard in diameter and Tyrant leapt towards Saleen with the hammer in hand. Saleen's body in the fog was even more agile than a fish. His weakness against fighters had completely vanished. He merely slid his legs slightly and he had already retreated more than ten yards. The water puppet was in place to face the assassin and it pressed the water flame in its hands against the assassin's metal hammer.

It was yet another silent attack. The Tyrant's hammer, which was refined with comet, was covered with water flame before being broken suddenly into metal dust. The temperature of the metal dust was terribly low. Signs of crystallization appeared on the handle of the hammer immediately and Tyrant's palm was frozen and stuck onto the hammer.

He did not dare to attack Saleen again. This mage's fighting style was too strange. It was the first time he encountered such a terrifying grand mage in his forty years of being an assasin. He caught a glimpse of Saleen's blue eyes staring at him. He knew that this grand mage had yet to use up all of his skills. If he did not leave now, it would be too late.

Tyrant completely ignored the big hole in his chest as it was not bleeding. A small shield appeared in his hand which he used to block the water puppet while he retreated tens of yards away. His retreat was even faster than his attack. Tyrant had a good gauge of distance and was able to withdraw from the range of the Quickcloud spell in one step.

There was no way Saleen would let him go so easily. Cuisi, who had been waiting outside all the while, pounced onto Tyrant the moment he withdrew from the fog. He cut off one of Tyrant's arms with his sharp nails.

Tyrant snorted in pain. He was already flying into the air and trying to escape from the city while the arm that had been cut off turned into dust. Eleanor prepared to shoot another arrow. This time around, she had a clear sight of Tyrant flying the air. It would be unnecessary to calculate.

Tyrant squirmed his body in the air and Eleanor's arrow flew through the fist-sized hole in his body. Tyrant was still congratulating himself on his escape when he suddenly felt the energy in his body burning fiercely the moment the arrow passed through the wound. At the same time, it was as if the arrow had taken something away with it as it flew into the rivers of time.

Cuisi stared with hatred at the assassin that had escaped. He only managed to cut off one of the assassin's arms and was feeling gloomy that he had not managed to cut off his head instead. The illusion of the witcher spider was wearing off, so Cuisi changed back to human form once again.

Saleen dissipated the fog and felt a little stunned. He looked at Eleanor's back and did not know where he was momentarily. Eleanor's long skirt swayed slowly as the wind blew. All these details were captured by Saleen's eyes.

When did he become so powerful? That assassin could very well be more powerful than Bain! The assassin also possessed equipment that was beyond imagination. Without the obstruction of the assassin's holy equipment, the water puppet's crystal finger could have ended the assassin's life.

After Eleanor's arrow had injured the assassin, the magic patterns on it began to dim. She approached the arrow and released a tiny wind serpent to retrieve the arrow back to the quiver. The third arrow had flown too far away. Some soldiers managed to pick it up and returned it back to Eleanor.

The sorcerer in the city finally arrived then, but the battle had already ended and the assassin had already escaped.

The sorcerer from Bitter Water Prefecture landed and approached Saleen before asking, "Are you injured?"

Saleen was already putting away his water puppet. He shook his head and said, "That assassin has lost an arm. He will not run far."

( B oxnovel.c om ) The eyes of the Bitter Water Prefecture sorcerer spun quickly and stared at Saleen for a few seconds before deciding that Saleen was really not injured. His magic tower was too far away so he took some time to arrive there. He was still able to sense that there were abnormal energy fluctuations in the city that lasted for a moment.

No matter how well holy equipment was disguised, it would not be able to escape the detection of a mage in a magic tower.

The soldiers who had gathered to welcome Saleen and his party now felt ashamed of themselves. There were so many of them, yet there was nothing they could do. The army that was on duty had already locked the city gates while the idle soldiers returned to their camps with their officers. The atmosphere in the city was tense. A powerful assassin had managed to make his way into the city. No one knew when he would suddenly appear again.

"Come to the magic tower with me. I'm afraid that there are other assassins still lurking around." The magician did not say more. What had happened was not the fault of his companions or himself. Assassins were good at concealing themselves. It would be extremely difficult for mages to detect them until the assassins revealed themselves when they attacked.

Saleen nodded. Under the protection of Lex's elite guards, he followed the mage back to the palace, where the magic tower was built. The appearance of the assassin was only a distraction and he had more important things to discuss with Lex.

After Tyrant escaped from the crowd, he landed on the ground and disappeared into the shadows. Saleen possessed the elemental eye so he could see the assassin. Other than Saleen, even grade-6 grand mages would find it difficult to detect the assassin's Shadow Dance, let alone ordinary soldiers.

Tyrant was not happy even though he managed to escape alive. He plunged straight into a small alley. Daliang City had been militarized so there were few civilians and barely any empty houses. Deep in the alley, Tyrant opened an iron cover on the ground and went in. All Qin-style cities had excellent drainage systems that could allow even adults to travel through.

There were metal barriers at intervals of the tunnel. These metal barriers had been infused with low-level spells. They would sound off an alarm once they were forcefully destroyed.

Tyrant was only trying to find a place to rest. He stopped at a stone platform in the tunnel and rested his body on it. The wound on his chest was slowly healing, but Tyrant was confused.

He had already consumed the world's most amazing medicine. Based on past experiences when he suffered severe injuries, he should have more or less recovered by now, or at least the surface of the wound should have already healed completely.

The wound on his chest was still opened and the arm that he lost had not shown any signs of growing back. He was an assassin from another dimension, not a creature from the Myers Mainland. The growing back of his body parts was supposed to be a talent that he was born with. As long as he had sufficient nutrients, he should not have to worry about this kind of injury.

This time around, not only did he end up not killing his target, he has also lost an arm that was not showing any signs of growing back.

Tyrant raised his hand slowly as he wanted to touch the wound on his right arm. He almost screamed again.

His palm, which was originally as smooth as the skin of a baby, was now flakey and wrinkled like the skin of an old man that was more than a hundred years old. The nails were curved, the skin was dry, the back of the hand was full of spots, and there were wrinkles everywhere.

Tyrant was stunned beyond words. He took out a mirror from a small pocket on his waist. The back of this mirror was covered with magic runes while the front was made of bronze and was smooth and flat.

The face in the mirror staring back at him was a foreign one. It was covered in wrinkles, the eyebrows had grown longer and more sparse and the hair was as white as snow.

Tyrant could feel the temperature in his body dropping drastically and he could no longer control his heart from beating so quickly.

"The life arrow!" Tyrant managed to squeeze these words out of his mouth. His voice was low-pitched and traveled hundreds of yards in the tunnel. One could barely make out what he said amidst the noise from the underground water.

Tyrant threw the mirror away in anger. It was a piece of high-grade equipment, but he no longer cared. There was a crazed look in his eyes.

"Damn it, that was an elf!"

Tyrant roared, completely forgetting about his injuries. The enemy must still be hunting for him, but he could not calm himself down at all. The elf's life arrow was the most powerful weapon that could restrain people of his race. If not for the fact that only a few members of the royal family could use the life arrow, his entire race would already have been erased during the wars amongst dimensions tens of thousands of years ago.

When the life arrow passed through the wound on his body, it also took away his life. In other words, time had been accelerated, causing his body to age rapidly. His race was particularly sensitive to time and space. After being hit by a life arrow, even if he did not die from it, his life expectancy would still decrease by several hundred times.

In such a state, escaping from this city alive was already a problem, much less making any sort of recovery.

"I don't want to die!" Tyrant suddenly squatted, crying and hitting the ground. All the tyranny he had committed in the past meant nothing in that moment. He suddenly understood the feelings of those who died from his windmill.