After Desmond spoke, the battle already began with the assassins pressing their sword toward the short-haired woman. The shrill sound collided between steel sounded loud while the eyes of the short-haired woman were burning with rage.

"Don't forget our mission!

" She snapped at them furiously. Her thunderous voice ringing in their minds, but they looked like they did not care; they displayed a grin as one of the assassins spit out saliva to her beautiful face.

The dome was tranquil without sunlight shining on them; the cold breezing wind freely passed their body. The saliva from the assassin still fresh, give off a smell mix between alcohol and dried meat.

"If you choose a death, then I shall comply.

" The short-haired woman replied without removing the saliva on her face. With limited light entering the dome, the assassins cannot see her expression that was covered in darkness.

When the passing breeze was dissipated, ripples of wind twitched behind the short-haired woman as she also moved her body to the side, revealing the sight of the assassin flying in mid-air while slashing his sword in empty air.

The assassin was slightly startled; his eyes glanced at his friends and found him already making a move. But what he saw afterwards was...

The short-haired woman's body suddenly twitched like a snake, her arms moved, showing veins like root enveloping her entire arms along with swing from her weapon.

Her weapon generated a wind pressure while her attack aimed at the assassin's upper body that was behind her. The broom tip covered with many swords edge slashed, leaving a trail of lights and tainted with some fresh red blood.

*pop*

The counter-attack was too sudden; the assassin could not react with his mind went numb. His eyes widen upon seeing the short-haired woman cold expression and the moving broomstick passed his vision to the side.

After a few seconds, the assassin neck sliced downward and fall toward the ground. A sound of blood was sprouted out along with the sound of cracking fragments from the assassin's blade.

When the assassin head touched the ground, the clothes on his body were also torn apart, revealing a deep cut slash wound along with some minor injury that was leaving many holes that looked like many swords were stabbed at his body at the same time.

The last assassin looked at her in agast, he froze in the spot with his mind could not believe the fearful beautiful woman before suddenly turned into a cold-blooded person.

The rest assassins only came back to sense when he saw his friend's intestine come out from the deep wound on his chest. His body shivered; the look in his eyes changed to fear when he saw the short-haired woman swinging her weapon to empty air to clean the blood on the tip of her weapon.

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The short-haired woman turned her head toward the last assassin. She did not speak, but her expression showed indifference toward the assassin's death while her eyes emitting a sharp glanced that looked like it pierced his heart.

When the last assassin thought the short-haired woman attacking him, he noticed her beautiful face slightly showing a sudden change with her sexy body suddenly rotating along with her weapon that was carrying a short pressure.

A shadow suddenly enveloping her body, with the remaining light shone upon the shadow, slowly revealing the body of Desmond.

"Nice move, but too late,

" Desmond spoke with his pupil constricted. The soft and smooth feeling touching his hand making his lip curled up. His right hand already gripped the swan white neck of the short-haired woman.

At the same time, the broomstick weapon that was attacking his body already stopped in mid-air, causing a tremble over the weapon. Blood was dripping to the floor, showing Desmond's left hand was holding the broom tip that was pierced his palm.

The short-haired woman expression hardened when she felt her throat slowly crushed with her two peak mountains in her chest rising upward and downwards repeatedly, showing the lack of air.

Desmond was expressionless while his eyes showed indifference when he put more power on his right arm, making a cracking sound heard along with the last hot breath from the short-haired woman.

Before her death, her big eyes glaring at him with her mouth slightly opened, seemed to say a cursing word before death takes her life.

*thumb*

Desmond dropped the short-haired woman body to the ground with a light tap, making a thumping sound and a few dust flying. He looked at her weapon stabbed in his right palm and immediately pulled out with some groan sounds in pain.

The blood still dripping, with he pulled out the source, more blood spurted out from the holes in his left palm. Before the injured worsened, the healing effect activated, forming new skins that were covering the holes.

At the same time, Desmond felt his body wanted to explode; the blood looked live as it crawling to over his inner skin. This skill gave a monstrous power to him, but the more enormous power he received, the more burden placed on his body.

On the other hand, the assassin watching the battle between Desmond and the short-haired woman idly. At first, he was scared of the brat's power and wanted to go back and reported this to his king, but seeing the pale on brat's face, a shimmering hope shining on his eyes.

Immediately after the brat pulled out the weapon, he already dashed forward. The assassin did not hide his killing intent with the darkness blended with his clothes and appeared behind him with his blade aiming at his brain.

He also already prepared another attack with his left foot kicking toward the brat's abdomen while revealing a knife popping out from the tip of his boot.

The assassin sword successfully stabbed at Desmond's brain and also managed to penetrate to the other side of Desmond's head. While the knife on his boot also pierced Desmond's body and attacked the scales on his heart.

*clank*

The sound of clashing between steel and hard surface resounded again on the tranquil dome making the assassin expression sank into despair.

Meanwhile, on Desmond side, with his body aching in pain and his mind trying to bore the pain, he was frozen on the spot when the sword managed to stab his brain.

Written by DragonKnov || Published on NovelFull

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