Chapter 812: Assassination (6)

The planner's hands were shaking, but he wasn't sure what kind of emotion this was causing.
The mission failed, which was never in the plan. Although he was not single-minded with the people in the squad, the power he served was consistent with those mortal demands.
Guk must die!
However, after making accurate calculations, something went wrong. What is the problem? Who will be a traitor?
He shook his head, this is by no means a time of confusion.
The bond that once held him together with others has long been broken, and it makes no sense to step here.
He slid his hand under the travel robe, and touched the connector hidden in the dark pocket of his white coat. With this thing, he could find the man, and then leave safely.
The planner wondered whether he would turn his head if he met other people in the team.
This tense moment came to an abrupt halt, because a figure appeared in the sky in the dust and walked in the direction of the foothills.
He recognized the opponent's steady pace. There was a dark-skinned man next to him, his long gray hair dragged behind his head by the wind, and he danced like a venomous snake.
The newcomer didn't wear a mask or goggles. Obviously he didn't care about the hot sand around him.
"Who is this?" Sinop asked.
"A...new partner, just call him Zarasha."
Gracas answered loudly, with a smile on his face, while the man bowed deeply.
"You must be Mr. Astino, the messenger of the Holy Church."
His voice was low and smooth.
"My Lord will be very pleased to hear that you are safe and sound, and we have made the worst plan after learning of the situation."
"Hannibal... sent you?"
The planner looked surprised.
"of course."
Gracas nodded, and he extended his hand, showing a thick gold ring inlaid with emerald in his palm-this was a seal ring.
"He gave me this to show that I exercised his power."
The planner took the seal and opposed it to a similar ring in his hand.
"This is real,"
He said it seemed unbelievable.
At this moment, Zarasha suddenly panted and made a sound similar to retching. He felt a strange and greasy tremor in the air, similar to static electricity, but somehow it seemed more cold.
"It seems to have come."
"what?"
Hearing Zarasha's whisper, the planner was a little uneasy. The sudden appearance of these two people was unexpected enough, because the two parties agreed that they should meet in another place, but now it seems that there will be a third person.
"What are you planning, this is not a plan--"
"Messenger, please don't panic, it's nothing."
The planner was still vigilant, and he felt something was wrong.
"This is not a place to talk, I think we have to leave first."
"no problem,"
But he felt something was still wrong.
"Why did the plan fail?"
The wizard blurted out the problems that had gradually formed in his mind.
Gracas smiled, but there was no smile in his eyes.
"Who can guess God's will? I am here now because he hopes so."
The planner's eyes grew colder.
"and who are you?"
When he bypassed Grakas and saw a trembling figure appear at the entrance of the hidden point, his expression immediately became as hard as a rock.
"How could there be Oak?"
He repeated, this time it became a question.
Zarasha turned around and uttered a terrible scream, freezing the blood of the planner's body.
The man's face was covered with blood, and scarlet tears dripped from the corners of his eyes.
With eyes weeping, he raised his arms, and a polar cold wave suddenly spread out with Zaraxia as the center, pushing the dry wind and sand back step by step.
Everyone felt the cold shock, and everyone stumbled back unexpectedly-except for the staggering Oak at the entrance.
"Enchanter."
That Ok's expression was distorted into hatred rage.
"You shouldn't be here!"
The sand dunes under Zara's feet were gradually covered with a layer of frost, but his entire attention was focused on the face that broke down and bloomed like some kind of flesh-and-blood instrument. Malicious dark eyes and a huge ring-shaped mouth full of teeth.
"Guk! Where is it! I know it is near here!"
The anger exploded like a supernova, and the soul-drinkers let it fill their hearts.
Anger and frustration boiled uncontrollably-this task has never been carried out as planned.
No matter at what stage, he seems to be faced with endless difficulties, tested by the indifferent world around him, and even ridiculed.
Now, when he arrives here after a long journey, there are more superstitious idiots and brainless beasts to hinder him from reaching his goal.
He knew it was here, he could perceive that the real target was nearby, and they still tried to stop him.
Soul drinkers wanted to do things neatly.
Mix in O'Cree, get close to each other, behead the target, pull away, and try to avoid killing and wasting time.
But destiny clearly had other plans, and the soul that had been begging had become restless.
The lookout's killing just warmed up. It wants to play with pleasure, and something deeper is changing its internals, turning it from a mechanical and calm killer ~EbookFREE.me~ into a bloodthirsty and impulsive warrior.
That green skin--
After a curse, an angry roar was echoed deep in his heart, and just suppressing the had already exhausted him.
In any case, he had no choice, and to be honest, he was not so angry about the progress of the situation.
All his mind was focused on the task, so that he had not noticed the dark existence that was lingering on the edge of his thoughts, until he completely turned his attention away.
Who would have expected that the disgusting and disgusting creatures like enchanters would actually appear here? Is it some kind of Ouke's defense?
This is not important, he will definitely kill it.
Although mortal eyes are hard to see, in a flash, the enchanter’s cold negative energy aura is twisted with the soul-drinker’s mad nature, and he is exposed to the illusion that holds it together with subspace psionic wrath. link.
Between Xu Yu he realized that this encounter was not accidental.
"This is... the soul drinker of the Trust Council! How could it appear here!"
Feeling some kind of pulling of the soul, the planner stepped back and forth. He was so startled by the nature of this creature that he sweated all over. This kind of wizard killer he only knew about in atlases and rumors. It is said that it might happen only once in a thousand battles , A weapon that is completely unsolvable for wizards.
Many famous big witches have fallen under the fangs and claws of this killer, but he never expected that he would touch one in person.
"Damn! Did you get him!"
Facing the screaming duties of the planner, Grakas also shook his head and slowly moved away from this dangerous creature.
"No, he was attracted to another thing."