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Volume 1 Chapter 401: Viper Squad

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    Volume 4] Chapter 401: Viper Squad - Chapter 401: Viper Squad Looking at the man in black with only one pair of eyes exposed in the dark, the fat man felt a little troubled.  Dozens of attack plans have flashed through his mind, but none of them work.  It seems that as soon as he takes action, he will be attacked.  The opponent¡¯s ace is indeed a powerful person, so powerful that he is like a hedgehog covered with thorns, leaving no one to attack him.  ¡°And this is still in the light, while the fat man is in the dark.  Fatty could not imagine what would happen if this ace attacked others in the dark.  "Come out, one of us must fall." Snake Brain suddenly said softly.  That confident tone seemed to have seen where the fat man was hiding.  At the end of the stairs, Snake Brain saw Fatty.  It was this fat man with an unattractive appearance who destroyed his team, and it was this Knight of Light who was actually more of an assassin than an assassin.  "Fight." The fat man muttered softly, and his whole body shot toward the snake's brain like a sharp arrow on a string.  In his hands were two shining daggers wrapped in fighting spirit.  At the same time, Snake Nao also approached the fat man with his dagger in his hand.  The two sharp arrows fired at high speed collided together in an instant.  Assassins are inherently silent, and they don¡¯t need too much nonsense when facing enemies.  They have only one purpose, and that is to kill each other.  Daggers and daggers collided with bright sparks in the darkness, fighting spirit and fighting spirit collided with each other.  In the darkness, you can often see a burst of sparks blooming, and then quickly disappear. By the time of the next collision, they are already ten meters away.  ??Moving at high speed and impacting at high speed, this is how assassins fight.  For Snake Brain and Fatty, stealth attacks have lost their value to each other, and only fighting can truly determine the outcome.  The land of truth is indeed an extraordinary place. Just a team of vipers made Fatty amazed.  The fighting spirit that can liquefy, the magic that can predict, and the snake brain in front of you.  Snake Brain's attack method seems to be quite satisfactory. Every attack will not leave any flaws, and every defense will not leave any gaps.  For an assassin, such an attack method comes with a lot of drawbacks, but correspondingly, for an assassin, such an attack method is not easy.  Contrary to the characteristics of the assassin profession itself, which seeks to win steadily, Snake Brain is undoubtedly a top-notch assassin.  Unlike Snake Brain¡¯s attack methods, Fatty¡¯s attacks are more like formations, collisions, surprise attacks, traps Each attack has a new trick.  The speed of the two people's fighting became slower and slower from the initial fierceness, from a collision every ten seconds to more than ten seconds, twenty seconds The battle did not degrade as expected, but instead started in another way.  This way is being upgraded.  Every collision will cause the two people to be more or less injured.  Blood was dripping freely on the smooth floor, and the moonlight that penetrated into the post house revealed blood stains that were several meters or ten meters apart.  Time passed little by little, and there were more and more blood stains on the ground. Suddenly, after a burst of sparks bloomed brightly, the two people appeared on both sides of the open space shrouded in moonlight.  Snake Nao¡¯s body has become shaky, and the staggering figure is already covered with scars.  Either pierced by a dagger or scratched, wounds of varying depths are clearly visible.  The fat man on the other side was not much better than Snake Brain. The fat man was half-kneeling on the ground, gasping for air. The massive loss of blood made him feel dizzy.  This not only affected his vision, but also affected his judgment.  "I'm very satisfied with this way of death!" Viper suddenly chuckled and said to Fatty.  The fat man glanced at the poisonous snake strangely, as if he had read the snake's meaning, and then said: "You have found your destination, but I have not." "So I want to live." The fat man stood up suddenly and said firmly  .  After saying that, the two of them disappeared from the same place at the same time.  In the darkness, bright sparks began to bloom again.  Both of them have anticipated the final outcome.  Of course, this is not determined by the strength of the two people.  Although it is said that strength determines everything, for two people who are evenly matched, it determines their victory.What matters is no longer strength, but mentality.  The delay in the battle is not good for She Nao. In the morning, when others discover the battle in the post house, it will declare She Nao's failure.  So the mental judgment at this time is obviously not conducive to Snake Brain.  As for the purpose of the battle, Snake Brain has already thought about death. For an assassin, dying in a hearty fight and a respectable opponent is far better than dying in a fight.  In a conspiracy, it is much better to die under siege by everyone.  So even though the battle is only halfway through, both of them have already seen the final result.  The sky is gradually getting brighter, the moon has been covered with a red veil, and the sun is also faintly showing its bright smile.  The sunlight filtering through the windows is undoubtedly warm.  Looking at the snake head lying on the ground, the fat man shook his head slightly.  He has seen too much helplessness, Myrdal, and the snake brain in front of him.  There is always a group of people walking in darkness and soaked in blood in the world.  They are very tired, and only at the last moment can they get real relief.  The fat man who was deep in thought suddenly staggered and stood upright reluctantly, holding his forehead with his hand.     too tired.  When Pell and Lengfeng stepped into the post house, what came into their sight were corpses one after another.  When they saw the faces of these people clearly, Pell and Lengfeng's expressions changed at the same time.  The Viper Squad is a team of assassins that is shocking to everyone.  ¡°Compared to a single killer assassin, a team with organized cooperation is more terrifying.  This team has left countless horrific marks on the land of truth.  "All dead?" Pell said softly.  "They're all dead." The cold wind swept away all the corpses arranged together. When he saw the snake's head with its mask removed, he couldn't help but sigh softly.  Snake Brain is an assassin of the same level as him.  "Report, there is almost no damage to the post house." A captain came to the two of them and said.  Lengfeng nodded, as if all this was natural.  Unlike other professions, no matter how fierce the assassin¡¯s battle is, the damage caused is quite limited.  Their only target is the enemy.  "One person defeated the Viper Squad" Pell suddenly smiled bitterly.  Although she and Fatty fought equally that day, she still didn't think she had the ability to deal with the entire Viper Squad under the same circumstances.  ¡°Even if she was the one who was attacked last night, she might have died long ago.  "Go up" Leng Feng said to Pell.  "No, let him rest, he is too tired." Pell stopped Leng Feng's words, turned to the captain beside him and said: "Strengthen the guard of the post house, and at the same time send me a team of truth magicians." "Yes.  "The whole army was wiped out?" Prince Abel said softly, looking at the thick black iron book in his hand.  The girl in black didn¡¯t speak, she just stood aside quietly.  After a long time, Prince Abel suddenly stood up, touched his weathered chin and said, "Let Dax come. Also, prepare the horses. It's time to enter the palace in the afternoon." "Yes." Black  The girl nodded.  It was already two o'clock in the afternoon when the fat man woke up. When he opened his eyes, he saw two maids carrying water and towels.  On the table behind the maid is a table of delicacies.  "Lord Black Gold, Lord Pell is waiting for you downstairs." The maid carrying a basin of water said.  From the maid¡¯s words, the fat man got some useful information. It is estimated that it won¡¯t be long before he can see Pell¡¯s father, the king of the land of truth.  After a night's rest, although Fatty's injuries have not fully recovered, they are mostly healed.  For a sky warrior, as long as the injury is not fatal, he can rely on fighting spirit to recover his body.  The recovery time depends on the strength of the fighting spirit.  Now Fatty has reached the pinnacle of Sky Warrior, so it won't take long for these injuries to be fully recovered.  The carriage pulled by three hell horses was personally arranged by Per's father, King Yar.  According to Pell, his father was very sorry for the attack on Fatty and had already issued an order to find the real culprit behind it.  ¡° He doesn¡¯t care much about these fat guys. In fact, he also knows that he wants to find out the real person behind the scenes.Blackhand is simply an impossible thing.  Those big guys are always good at hiding themselves well.  "Per, is there any useful news?" The fat man asked Per.  After thinking for a while, Pell said: "I talked with my father all night last night. Although I didn't find any signs of the mastermind you mentioned, the origin of everything points to one person." "Who is that person?  "The fat man asked quickly.  "My uncle, Prince Abel." Pell said.  "Prince Abel?" The fat man was full of confusion about this unfamiliar name.  "Yes, the original proposal to attack you in the Land of Dragons was Uncle Abel's suggestion, and later it was also his plan to launch a large-scale attack on Holy Light City." Pell hesitated and said.  Fatty seemed to see something in Pell¡¯s eyes, something unforgettable.  Pell raised his head and read what the fat man was thinking. He smiled helplessly and said, "Uncle Abel is very kind to me, and he is an upright person who deserves respect from others." "Oh?" The fat man was confused.  He stepped down, and then comforted: "It may not be Prince Abel who did it. After all, he does not have that much ability to influence the Holy See far away." The carriage became quiet, and the sound of the wheels turning rapidly was constantly recalled.  Looking at the scenery of Jidu outside the car window, the fat man began to think deeply.  Although he was comforting Pell, he knew very well that Prince Abel was inevitably suspected.  The dwarfs and the Holy See have nothing to do with Prince Abel, but there must be a big shot on the Heretic Knights side to plan this series of activities.  "Prince Abel" The fat man muttered softly. If he guessed correctly, the Viper Team must have been sent by him.  What kind of person is Prince Abel?  After a conversation with Pell, Fatty had a clear impression in his mind.  Prince Abel is a true warrior. He has experienced hundreds of battles in his life, and has hundreds of scars on his body.  This is a battle-hardened prince and a respectable prince.  On the battlefield, Abel was always the first to attack and the last to leave the battlefield.  This prince has won the respect of all the knights in the entire Order.  The fat man had a headache. It was obvious that if Prince Abel was really the mastermind, he was definitely a troublesome mastermind.  From a distance, Fatty could already feel the aura coming from the magnificent palace.  This palace has a free and unrestrained atmosphere.  The fat man did not see the palace in the distance, but this smell was really in his nose, and he kept responding to it in his mind.  It¡¯s as if the palace in the distance is not a lifeless palace, but a floating island moving at high speed.  Opening the curtain on the car window, the fat man stuck his head out and looked into the distance.  His pupils shrank suddenly, and an island suspended in mid-air appeared in the image.  This is a real floating island.  ¡°If it weren¡¯t for the several thick magic chains surrounding the island, I¡¯m afraid the island would have started flying wantonly.  "Freedom requires the restraint of rules?" This sentence was left on the island by the founder of the Land of Truth.  It is said that the base point of this island is the skeleton of more than a dozen dragons, so this island can float in the air.  Silently reciting the words that Pell told him about Qiao Boer, the fat man secretly admired this sage.  This sage is indeed a great sage. Not only did he create an order of heretical knights that could compete with the Holy See, but he also turned the land of truth into a territory of freedom.  Of course, what¡¯s more important is that the sage left a thought-provoking question.  Does freedom need to be bound by rules?  Jobel did not give an answer. Formally speaking, this is a question, but who can say that the suspended island is not the answer?  If there is no need for rules, then the island does not need chains.  The chain is actually a passage. Walking in the passage, the fat man was thinking deeply.  By now, I have a very intuitive impression of Fatty, the land of truth.  This is a place with freedom of belief. The biggest difference compared with the Holy See is that there are not so many rules and restrictions here.  There are a large number of barbarians living here. They live in tribal groups, and the chief is their leader.  Above the tribe is the sacrifice capital, where the leader of the Heretic Knights is.?The king of chiefs.  Unknowingly, Fatty had already seen the palace located on the island.  This palace is calm and heavy, with red as the main color. The palace originally looked like it had been soaked in blood, but now it doesn't have any weird feeling, it just feels strange.  The soldiers stationed here are all wearing ferocious armor. The armor is lined with barbs and has various totems on the chest. It is the armor belonging to the Heretic Knights.  In addition to palaces and soldiers, there are many defense and attack facilities on the island.  Several magic arrays with light penetrating the sky are evenly arranged around the island. There is a large magic cannon every few dozen meters on the edge of the island. The black and shiny muzzle makes people tremble.  In Fatty¡¯s eyes, this is simply a mobile fortress.  It is almost impossible to capture this fortress.  No country can have so many flying mounts, even giant dragons seem so small in front of this island.  There is no doubt that this island is the capital of the Heretic Knights to compete with the Holy See.  Perhaps the Land of Truth does not have as many manpower and resources as the Holy See, but this island can fly directly above the enemy and carry out devastating strikes.  For the arrival of the fat man, the people of the Heretic Knights instinctively rejected him.  The knights looked at the fat man with strange eyes, including contempt and hatred.  Facing these looks, Fatty was quite calm. The war between the Holy See and the Heretic Knights had never stopped.  So it would be strange if that wasn't the case.  Under the guidance of Pell, Fatty entered the Crimson Palace.  The internal structure of the palace presents a casual style, as if this is not a formal palace at all, but an artistic palace.  The ceiling on the upper floor is stepped, the pillars in the hall are all kinds of strange, and there are many murals on the walls. These murals are said to come from ancient myths.  There are two rows of ministers on both sides of the central hall. These ministers are not as elegant as those of the Holy See. Instead, they exude a barbaric and rough atmosphere from the wilderness.  Of course, at least that¡¯s how it looks on the surface.  The fat man¡¯s eyes were fixed on two people. One was a white-haired old man sitting on a wide red chair deep in the hall, and the other was a middle-aged man with a tough outline and scars on his face.  The identity of the king can be easily determined from the seat. As for the middle-aged man, the fat man didn't know why he could see through his identity.  That¡¯s Prince Abel.  "Soldiers from the Holy See, I apologize for the attack on you." The white-haired old man on the wide chair said charitablely.  The fat man clearly saw a sense of irony and gloating in the eyes of the ministers in the hall.  But the fat man is not angry. Now is not the time to be angry, and the more angry he is, the more this group of people will look down on him.  "Your Majesty, the conflict between the Holy See and the truth has been going on for a long time. Hatred has taken root in the hearts of both parties. I don't think there is any need to apologize." The fat man said with a smile.  The fat man¡¯s answer, which was neither humble nor arrogant, attracted everyone¡¯s attention.  "Okay, let's tell you why you're here." The gray-haired old man said.  The fat man glanced at the ministers around him, and then told everything he had experienced during this period. Of course, there was no need to tell here what must be concealed.  The king on the wide chair should know these words, so the fat man only needs to say them to the ministers in the palace.  The fat man¡¯s description had a very strong tone, mixing all the confusion in his heart.  Listening to Fatty¡¯s story, a grand conspiracy involving the entire continent appeared in everyone¡¯s minds.  This conspiracy makes people feel chilly.  If you want to provoke a large-scale war between the Holy See and the Land of Truth, what is your final goal?  While the fat man was talking, he looked at Prince Abel from time to time, but unfortunately he could not see any expression on the prince's face, not even a trace of strange eyes.  "When I came here, I wanted to find the truth. This is also what the Lords of the Holy See mean. Although it is said that the Holy See and the land of truth have been fighting, that is because of the friction caused by different beliefs. And some people want to bring the entire  Isn't it terrifying that Silver Moon Continent is brought into the flames of war?" the fat man said to the ministers.  Many people showed a solemn and thoughtful expression.  They have been peaceful for so long that they almost forgot to extend the entire continent.??What's going on with the war?  But there is no doubt that once the two sides start a war, hundreds or even tens of millions of people will die.  Some ministers set their sights on Prince Abel, and almost everyone immediately thought of the two recent attacks by the Heretic Knights, each of which was proposed by the prince.  But no one asked questions. The old king on the wide red chair did not speak, so they had no right to ask questions.  No one knows what the old king is thinking at this time. They can only see the fingers of the old king's right hand gently tapping the chair support.  I don¡¯t know how long the silence lasted, but a tall figure suddenly walked out of the crowd.  Prince Abel slowly looked around at the ministers, and then locked his eyes on the fat man.  "Do you believe in gods?" Prince Abel's thick voice struck the fat man's heart like a giant hammer.  That was not a simple question, but a questioning. It seemed that there was no possibility of lying in this tone.  "Faith." The fat man replied without hesitation.  Listening to the fat man¡¯s answer, a faint smile appeared on Prince Abel¡¯s lips.  Then the smile suddenly disappeared, and Prince Abel said slowly: "You lied." "Everyone knows that there is no God of Light on the Silver Moon Continent. If there is, why has it never appeared once in thousands of years?  ? Those so-called miracles are just things used by the Holy See to fool people. "Prince Abel stared directly into Fatty's eyes and seemed to have figured out what Fatty was thinking.  Facing Prince Abel's question, the fat man smiled slyly and said, "How do you know that I believe in the God of Light? There is a saying in my hometown that faith itself comes from gods. That does not mean obeying  What, but to gain inner peace. The peace I gained comes from gods. "The fat man's vague words made Prince Abel frown slightly.  This ambiguous and specious answer made him feel a little tricky.  However, this difficulty was quickly swept away. After a pause, Prince Abel continued: "Everyone is free. They have freedom of belief and freedom of disbelief. Tell me,  Why does the Holy See force others to believe in their gods? "Prince Abel is really a difficult guy. Although the fat man didn't know the purpose of the prince asking these questions, he instinctively felt that the prince was setting a trap for him.  , if he doesn¡¯t answer well, he may fall into the opponent¡¯s plan.  Faced with this difficult question, Fatty thought for a moment and then said: "People need faith, because they always have pain of one kind or another, and they need help, even if it is just spiritual. I believe that every faith has a period of time.  Noble background, even if the believer is a heinous devil. Maybe the current Holy See is forcing others to believe in their own gods, but I am sure that in the future.
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