At this moment, a strange shadow appeared.
He was like a ghost, evading the shooting of the French dragoons with incredible agility. As he raised his hand, a cold light flashed, and in an instant, one of Napoleon's elite guards clutched his throat and fell.
This was definitely not the skill a mortal should possess!
No.
The opponent was not a mortal.
Even after the collapse of the Second Roman Empire, when much supernatural secret knowledge spread among the public, there were very few mortals in history who could dodge bullets.
A woman among the French cavalry quickly drew a talisman and chanted a few words. The next second, the cawing of a raven was heard, startling birds from the nearby forest, and then everything fell into her vision, capturing that phantom-like figure.
"It's an Assassin!"
The woman's face changed slightly as she dove and rolled to Napoleon's side, saying gravely, "It's not good! Someone has used sorcery to summon a lower-tier Heroic Spirit!"
