Farad perfectly disguised himself as O'Connor, the chief designer of Durnholde, and walked easily towards his slowly awakening target, holding a construction drawing he had swiped from the old professor's house.
Angel Pamyel blocked him and asked his intentions, and he replied calmly: "I have some opinions to ask the commander."
This reason was sufficient, and Pamyel let him pass.
Farad got closer and closer to his target, and he saw the target comfortably stretching his back and saying to the angel leader: "Kayle, I have never felt so good.
It turns out that your ritual not only allows me to gain the ability to use divine power, but also gives me countless combat experiences!
Now I really want to find a target to test whether I can use the combat skills you have in my memory!"
Kayle replied: "Practical combat can indeed allow you to quickly master it."
The target saw Farad approaching, and he politely smiled and asked: "Professor Wallis, my busy man, what can I do for you?"
"Some things about the design drawings." Farad smiled and approached.
He knew his chance had come.
At such a close distance, no one could stop his assassination without any precautions.
In the next moment, he would stab the dagger hidden under the design drawing and in his sleeve into the target's heart.
He did do it.
The moment he sent out the dagger, he felt that he had succeeded.
He would continue to extend his prestige of never missing a shot, and the target would become his new achievement.
The target's smile was indeed very kind, and in the next moment it should be replaced by astonishment and fear, right?
But after that moment passed, Aiden still had a smile on his face, and a golden barrier stood in front of him, preventing Farad's dagger from piercing in any further.
"You failed, Mr. Assassin." Aiden smiled.
A thorny vine suddenly grew from under Farad's feet, firmly binding him in place.
Then Aiden took a step back and turned to Kayle and said, "Was my reaction timely enough?"
"Barely a pass." Kayle's evaluation made Aiden lose his complacent mood.
After Farad realized that he had failed, he quickly waved his dagger to cut off the thorny vines that bound his feet.
He had to escape, otherwise he might never have another chance.
And after he cut off the vines, three angels had already surrounded him.
Farad waved his hand and threw out a smoke bomb, and immediately entered stealth under the cover of the white smoke.
He could only hope that the angels' anti-stealth ability was not very strong, otherwise he would expose his biggest trump card to escape.
"Petty tricks!" Ophiel waved his hand and summoned a ray of light, and under its illumination, everything in the mist was clear.
Next, Aiden released the Insight Technique, illuminating the surroundings of the square.
The magic broke Farad's invisibility, and he was running quickly towards an exit, but the three angels were chasing even faster.
Farad used his dagger to parry Kayle's Judgment Sword, but with just one blow, his dagger was broken into two pieces.
This treasured blade of his was obviously not at the same level as the angel's sword.
Seeing that the encirclement was about to be completed, Farad had no choice but to cancel his transformation.
His body continued to expand, tearing the clothes on his body, his limbs turned into claws, covered with black scales, and a pair of wings bulged out from his back.
In the end, he returned to his original appearance—a huge black dragon!
Aiden compared Farad with the bronze dragon Chromie he had seen before, and found that the two were similar in size, and he was only a little taller than the other's knee.
In the dragon clan, size represents power.
The bigger the size, the greater the natural power!
"After I transformed into an assassin, you are the first people to force me to show my true form." Farad said arrogantly, obviously he was very satisfied with his current power.
Such a self was no longer afraid of the angels' threats.
Aiden squinted his eyes and looked at the black dragon.
Its size and the sharp horns on its head were quite intimidating, and the full mouth of sharp teeth made people believe that it could tear any creature apart.
After it revealed its original form, it caused panic among the crowd, and Aiden instructed the SWAT team to maintain order and evacuate the crowd.
Avoid being affected by the next battle.
Being both an assassin and a black dragon, the only one Aiden could think of was Farad, who transformed into the "Rogue Master" of Ravenholdt Manor: In the mission of the rogue legendary weapon "Fangs of the Father" during the Great Cataclysm, this black dragon played a relatively important role.
In the end, he was asked to be killed by the black dragon prince Wrathion.
Aiden smiled and said: "Farad?
The team I sent to Ravenholdt Manor has also prepared means to deal with you.
Thank you for throwing yourself into the trap!"
"You know me?"
"Of course I know, the black dragon lurking in Ravenholdt Manor.
Since you're here, don't leave."
Aiden waved his hand, "We'll catch it!"
Farad roared: "I have already developed the intention to retreat.
If you insist on keeping me, I don't mind destroying your little kingdom!
Believe me, it's as easy as breathing for me!"
"Then you will find that free breathing is not easy." Kayle sneered, and her holy flame ignited her holy sword, as did Ophiel and Pamyel.
The real battle has only just begun.
… …
Jars filled with poisonous gas kept falling into Ravenholdt Manor.
The poisonous fog spread quickly, shrouding this secret assassin base in a green mist.
This poisonous fog refined by Singed would not directly kill those who inhaled it.
However, it would make people extremely painful, have difficulty breathing, cough, and shed tears non-stop.
One can imagine a group of assassins who wanted to sneak attack but couldn't help coughing, wiping their noses, and even walking with difficulty after sneaking in.
This poisonous fog made them almost completely lose their combat power.
What's more, helicopters in the sky kept throwing down phosphorus bombs, but this time they were no longer training bombs, but live ammunition.
After it landed and exploded, the burning phosphorus powder inside would burn violently on anything it touched.
If it touched a person's body, patting and rolling would have no effect at all.
Only jumping into the water could put it out.
What's more, it itself made the assassins have nowhere to hide.
Under the dual effects of poisonous gas and bombs, the unbearable assassins ran out to try to fight someone desperately, but that was not as good as suffering inside.
The road filled with super glue was simply a road to death.
Once you stepped on it, you couldn't pull your feet out.
Those who fell down could never climb up again.
Being stuck in place could only become a living target.
Karl, the most outstanding assassin in Ravenholdt, was currently hiding next to the "Road of Death."
Ever since he saw the green mist, he had been holding his breath and not breathing.
And because the entrance here was close to the army, no bombs were dropped, so he was very safe now.
And he had been observing the location of the commander in the enemy's camp.
Kallu saw that these people were wearing strange masks, which only covered their mouths and noses.
Before, they had guessed what was the use of such masks.
After the poisonous gas jars were thrown in, he understood that the purpose of this thing was to make these people completely unaffected by the poisonous gas.
There were one man and three women in the middle of the many soldiers.
He carefully looked at them.
The man was wrapped in ugly bandages all over his body, and looked like a patient with burns all over his body on a hospital bed.
This person looked more like a commander, because the soldiers looked at him with awe.
And he was the only person in the crowd who was not wearing a gas mask.
The other two women both carried crossbows, and they were shooting down the assassins on the "Road of Death" in front of him one by one from a distance.
Every arrow hit its target.
The last one left was obviously still a girl, who looked at most twenty years old.
She wore a beautiful silver-white light armor over a dark tights, and held a staff in her hand.
She should be a mage in the army.
But when he decided to put his target on the bandaged man, his sensitive ears heard the bandaged man say to the magic girl: "Lux, the concentration of poisonous gas inside has reached the critical value.
Should we send out the ground troops?"
Lux said: "Ah, is it already okay?
Alright, listen to my order, all members of the SWAT team and the first and second companies of the Marine Corps will follow us in, and the rest will stay here to prevent any fish from escaping.
Alright, you all know what our battle plan is, let's move forward!
Destroy these evil guys!"
Singed said: "Miss Lux, don't forget, I'm not a righteous person either."
"I haven't forgotten, but aren't we working for a righteous commander?" Lux asked back.
"Ah ha, that makes sense.
I didn't expect that one day I could put on the cloak of justice!" Singed didn't know whether he was satirizing or narrating.
"Let's move forward, Noxian warriors!
Assassins live by despicable means, today we will let them see what is the real despicable way of fighting!"
With the issuance of the order, the formal attack began.
Karl forced himself to suppress the slight dizziness caused by suffocation, and watched these attackers advance into the manor.
And his target, the mage girl commander, was also approaching step by step under the protection of the army.
Closer, closer…
Karl silently estimated in his heart, while clenching his dagger.
After dozens of soldiers had passed by, Lux finally appeared within his scheduled attack range.
There were five shield-bearing soldiers protecting her tightly, but Kallu believed that these people would not be able to react at all when he took action.
So he took action.
His dagger stabbed towards the girl's weak back neck quickly and silently.
With just one strike, she would die in the moment she felt pain.
Just like the countless targets he had assassinated.
But in the next moment, he saw the young mage turn around, raise her staff, and without needing to chant any spells, she only shouted one word, and the staff emitted an extremely dazzling light, more intense and dazzling than the midday sun, causing him to experience black vision in an instant, like a blind man.
And he could feel his dagger also stabbing onto a hard shield.
He heard clearly the word that was shouted:
"Light!"