Chapter 1341: Assassination of Kennedy

When the small building collapsed under the artillery fire, the battlefield was full of tension and noise. No one noticed this humble building beside the city wall. M
In fact, the reason why it was hit by the Magic Cannon was completely because it was too close to the West Gate of Deron.
The dark wizard on the fortress of the war also did not find the person on the roof, but according to the usual practice, covering the entire place.
The defenders in the city were busy avoiding the artillery fire from the sky, and did not even notice the collapse of the small building. I didn't even know there was someone on the roof of this small building.
The actions of the ghost group have always been top secrets, and no one in the Vatican Legion except Cardinal Sandos has the qualifications to interrogate.
In fact, if the Holy See was not too tight, Lord Luo would not even be willing to send them to the battlefield.
Just like when the US Marine Corps warriors killed President Kennedy, for these ghosts, when the enemy emperor was walking on the palace grass or in a grand parade, holding a sniper rifle, from 800 meters away, The gun blasted his head off in order to exert their greatest power.
In this cold way, let those who are right with Sir Alex understand the serious consequences of offending Sir Alex. At the same time, it also deterred Sir Alex Ferguson's potential enemies.
Instead of throwing these precious talents into the flesh and blood of the battlefield.
As the younger brother of His Majesty Pope Neodos and Lord Lorraine, Cardinal Sandos also values ​​these two people who are full of mystery and deterrence.
They can reinforce Deron together with grenades and ascetics, and their ability will never be low.
Therefore, he honestly implemented Lord Lorraine's order: leave them alone.
For this reason, the cardinal also specifically explained to his officers and soldiers that they should not disturb the two members of the ghost group, as long as they provide everything they need.
Looking back afterwards, Santos suddenly realized why when he saw these two men, he felt that these two men were full of murderous aura-when they were looking at people. Make no secret of the killing intent in his eyes.
Out of professional habits, the first thing the two puppies thought of when seeing others was if they could kill each other cleanly.
When facing those two people, Santos could even feel a kind of danger belonging to biological instinct, as if the next second, they would jump up and cut your neck with a knife.
This made the Cardinal Santos shudder, not only the Lord Cardinal, but also the officers and soldiers of the Bayer Legion. Facing these two weird people, it is best to stay away from them.
Half of the collapsed small building buried the two people in a thick pile of rubble. The soldiers of the Holy See were busy avoiding the Lich and Dark Mage at the moment, and no one took a second look here.
The masonry and rubble formed a small mound. Standing quietly on the spot, like a huge tomb, burying the two people completely.
The war fortress of the undead roared towards the city, and huge shadows quickly passed over the tomb.
The fighting and noise are also gradually gone, it seems that this place has been completely forgotten.
After a while, a small piece of rubble slipped from the hill, then rolled all the way, and fell on the road not far away.
Immediately afterwards, I heard a sound of ‘Wow’.
A big dusty hand stretched out from the ruins. Look far away. The hand that stretched out lonely on the ground, as if stretched out from hell.
In the next second, a human head suddenly emerged from the ruins.
He forced his shoulders to push away the tiles on his body, then ‘hula’ he sat up from the rubble and threw off the gravel from his body.
At this moment, his hair was full of dust, and his face was the same, completely transformed into a native.
Through that was covered with dust. With a face almost the same as marble, it can be vaguely seen that this is the sniper shooter.
He sat in the middle of the rubble like this, breathing heavily, his rifle was still held in his arms like a baby.
The archer touched the dust sticking to his face and scanned around blankly, as if he didn't know why he was in this place.
After a few more seconds, his body shook sharply. As if remembering something, he turned over and knelt on the ground, desperately pushing away the rubble with both hands, and soon found the observer's colorful camouflage clothes.
The archer grabbed his clothes with both hands and pulled the observer out of the rubble.
"Fortunately, this guy can't see obvious superficial injuries." The shooter checked a little, and then heaved a sigh of relief.
He slapped the observer heavily, and said anxiously, "You kid, wake me up~!"
The observer groaned, then opened his eyes, he was just stunned.
The awake observer spouted a mouthful of mud, all splashed on the shooter's face.
Then the observer pushed the archer away, and coughed vigorously while lying on the ground while pinching his neck. The sputum that came out of his mouth was all dust and even the sputum was black.
Until the mud in his mouth was almost spit out, the observer sat down on the wall, took a long breath, and looked at his still flexible hands with a smirk.
If it was half a second slow at that time, maybe there was only the bone frame left.
The dark spell just now can corrode the wall by half.
The archer also exhaled, his arm trembling slightly because of the excitement just now.
He shivered and took out a pack of crumpled cigarettes from his pocket. He tore off the seal in threes and twos and pulled one out. He held it on his mouth. He bounced off the lighter with the other hand and ignited it. After taking a breath, it slipped into the observer's mouth.
The observer smiled slightly with the smoke in his mouth, then coughed violently, and said hoarsely: "Did you kill him?"
The shooter also lit a cigarette, frowned and thought for a moment, and said helplessly: "I don't know, the gunfire was blocked. However, it should have been hit..."
The observer squashed his mouth, gave a wry smile, and said, "I hope we have caught a big fish."
The shooter patted him on the shoulder and stood up, picked up his rifle from the side, and said affirmatively: "It should be true. The boy De Rossi is fortune-telling, so he will be handed over to the people below."
Then he scolded bitterly and said, "Damn, my gun can't be used anymore."
The rifle's scope had been shattered, and the of the rifle had split from the root, which had hit the wall when it rolled downstairs.
The archer opened the bolt and glanced into the receiver. It was full of fine dust.
At this time, there was a piercing scream outside, and the ears of the person who pierced the ears were sore that the two people couldn't help covering their ears.
Countless black figures rushed down from the war fortress suspended above the city and came to where they were.
The Dark Mage and Lich want to seize the city gate.
The observer suddenly jumped up from the ground, pulled out the revolver, and said: "You can't stay here, go get our spare weapon."
The two jumped out from the ruins, avoiding the sight of the dark wizard who was landing. The corner of the house next to the street touched the city.
Above them, the Dark Wizard and Lich whizzed past, throwing various spells on the ground unscrupulously, suppressing the Vatican soldiers on the ground. Let them calmly open the city gate.
The two ghosts who were rushing for the road suddenly heard a whistle above their heads. The two of them did not hesitate, and rushed to the left and right.
The shooter broke through the window and jumped into the house, while the observer threw on the corner of the house and immediately hid against the wall.
Then he raised his pistol in one hand and looked out the corner vigilantly.
A dark mage is floating at a height of seven or eight meters from the ground, carrying a staff in his hand, looking at the ground with a grin, and shouting: "Hey. I caught two live, lowly humans, you can't run away. ."
"It's really a door-to-door business, and business is getting better and better," the observer snorted coldly. He didn't mind adding a black peaked hat to his record.
Besides, the Dark Mage is in the air, they can't run if they want. Only get rid of him.
The observer flashed out from the corner of the house, half-length still hidden behind the corner, kneeling on one knee and raising the revolver in his hand.
The Dark Mage was surprised at this person's initiative to deliver him to the door, and saw that this guy didn't even have a weapon, he held a long silver tube in his hand, and dared to appear in front of him on his own initiative. This was purely seeking death.
"Stupid human beings." The Dark Mage smiled contemptuously. This month he saw more human soldiers or civilians who fell into despair. He took the initiative to rush towards him who was flying in the air with his bare hands. This kind of behavior was stupid and ridiculous.
The Dark Mage waved his staff and said contemptuously: "Since I want to die, I will fulfill you."
The observer on the ground has a regretful expression. He sighed and curled his lips, muttering to himself: "There is no sense of accomplishment at all."
The observer held the gun firmly with both hands, calmly aimed at the dark wizard's head, and then pulled the trigger. The hammer hit the bursting crystal at the bottom of the shell.
"Why isn't this human being afraid?" The Dark Mage felt surprised in his heart. Just when he was accumulating mana and preparing to use a corrosive technique to turn this human into a puddle of pus, the top of the iron pipe in the human hand on the ground flashed red, and then The Dark Mage knew nothing.
A loud gunfire spread out.
"It's like hitting a duck." The observer murmured, watching the dark wizard's corpse fall to the ground head-on from the air, then quickly pushed aside the hammer, waved to the shooter hiding in the room, and said: "Go."
It is impossible for the enemy to hear such loud gunfire.
Sure enough, a few dark wizards flew over following the sound, and soon found two human beings on the ground running wildly, throwing spells on the two people with their hands.
The observer turned his back and raised his hand, raised his arm with the intuition he had trained thousands of times, and fired a shot at the shadow that was closely following.
The dark mage flying in the front fell from the air, and several of his comrades around him hid away in an instant.
The observers randomly fired a few shots at them and kept firing the bullets to prevent them from continuing to approach, and then ran wildly while changing the bullets.
Several dark wizards stared at the two rushing humans on the ground in a daze. They looked down at the two twisted companions lying on the ground, and they still didn't understand what was going on.
Why did the yellow light flash in the hands of that guy on the ground, and the dark mage in front of him died?
But they also understood that the two people on the ground had weird weapons in their hands, much more powerful than crossbows, and could penetrate their mana shields to kill them.
This discovery made them look at each other in awe. The noble dark mage was actually killed by two ordinary humans?
This...this is not scientific~!
Everyone knows that mages have an overwhelming advantage when facing ordinary humans, and they have hundreds of ways to torture these ordinary people to death.
This is also the reason for the high status of the mage, because they control high-end force.
But the fact is that the two dark mages who have experienced battles before and after were killed by ordinary humans on the ground.
These dark wizards watched the two humans run away and did not dare to catch up. They didn't want to be the third.
"A bunch of trash~!" The hoarse voice of the Lich sounded behind the Dark Mage. He glared at these dark mages, and rushed towards the two members of the ghost group like a vulture.
"There is also someone who is not afraid of death~!" The observer sneered, and shot his hand at the fast approaching target in the air. It felt like he should have been hit, but the black shadow in the sky just shook and became sharper. Pounced.
"Damn it," the observer suddenly thought of another dark creature-Lich!
Guns can hardly work on them, seeing that he is already behind him. I had to shout helplessly: "Run separately."
The shooter nodded, and went into the alley beside him with his gun. The observer fired several shots at the lich in the sky to attract his hatred.
The Lich stared at the revolver in the observer's hand. Said: "A very interesting weapon, I think it is necessary to study it."
Just when the Lich shot...
"God said, let there be light~!" An old low voice sounded.
A dazzling white brilliance passed over the observer's head and enveloped the Lich. There was a scream of the Lich like a night owl in the light.
Then the black shadow of the lich fell from the holy light and fell heavily to the ground.
An ascetic monk who described it as withered came tremblingly with a dried cane stick.
No one would have thought that in his thin body that could be blown down by a gust of wind, there was such a powerful sacred power.
The lich on the ground struggled to get up, only a pair of burnt bones remained in his body, and the green light in his eye sockets flickered. The hoarse voice said in horror: "Ascetic monk?"
The old man also didn't answer, and he squeezed the thorns staff, quickly gathered his holy power, ready to launch a fatal blow.
The lich's figure quickly bounced from the ground, turned into a lingering black smoke, quickly retreated, and at the same time shouted loudly: "Rewind. It's a trap~!"
It's too late to say, then fast.
At the moment he just yelled, a spear shining with holy light flew out from behind, wiping the observer's body and flying past, and chasing the fleeing lich.
In the blink of an eye, he penetrated the body of the Lich, nailing his boneless body to a wall.
The paladin wrapped in silver feathered armor appeared next to the ascetic monk, the spear he threw.
"Purification." The ascetic monk followed, and a rain of holy light enveloped the struggling Lich.
He roared with the last voice of his life: "Silver Wing Guard..."
The voice spread all over the vicinity of Xicheng. The Lich and Dark Mage who heard this scream immediately lifted into the air and flew back to the hovering war fort without looking back.
The holy light just now everyone saw clearly, the surging waves of holy power that came from the city like a tsunami can already make them confirm that there are indeed powerful priests ambushing here.
What a joke, there are priests and the Silver Wing Guard in this broken city~!
If the priesthood alone is not terrible, they have a fatal weakness. Can't fly.
As long as you use the war fortress, you can freely kill them beyond the limits of the Holy Light.
But with the addition of the Silver Winged Guard of the Pope of Light, the combat effectiveness is different. To the lich they are like owls hovering above mice.
The combination of the Ascetic and the Silver Wing Guard can even damage the undead high priest, and these liches are not opponents at all.
The liches didn’t know how many priests were in the city. They chose to retreat without hesitation. In their opinion, this was undoubtedly a trap prepared for them. They were introduced to the ground, and there were ambushes for the priests. Suddenly attacked.
In this case, it is difficult for the Lich to fly again.
The Silver Wing Guard, which the Holy See spares no expense in training, is prepared for them.
In the war thousands of years ago, the noble liches were chased by them like rabbits chased by wolf dogs.
At this moment, the silver-winged knight screamed, the flying horse flapped its wings flexibly, and ran out quickly, the silver-winged knight jumped on the flying horse, and then pulled the ascetic monk onto the horse's back.
The knight gave a soft drink, and the Silver-Winged Pegasus ran quickly along the street while waving its wings vigorously. It rose into the air for a few seconds and chased the undead in the sky.
The war fort suspended above Deron City quickly withdrew and flew to the top of the Semitic barracks in one breath.
The silver-winged knights of the Holy See did not chase them, they just hovered over the city of Deron like a demonstration.
The Lich Enes, who led the entire war fortress, fell from the sky and rushed into the big tent in the middle of the camp angrily. As soon as he entered the door, he reprimanded with a disheveled rage: "Why didn't you attack just now?"
Penance and Silverwing Knights are just natural enemies of the undead, not the nemesis of the Semites. If the Semites on the ground attacked just now, maybe the penances would be cleaned up.
Then he froze for a moment, and saw dozens of Semitic generals standing solemnly in the middle of the big tent, and among them, one person was lying on the ground quietly facing the sky.
This is how the same thing?
At this time, a general raised his head with red eyes and a sad voice: "Master, Your Majesty, Your Majesty, he was assassinated."
"What~!" Lich Enes stared at the human body on the ground blankly. Although only half of his face remained, he also recognized that it was King Maschinot, the beloved general of the undead high priest.
Seeing this scene, he was not easy to pursue it, only cursed bitterly: "Damn it."
At the moment, the Semitic generals had no masters, and looked at the Lich Enes as if they had seen a savior. Enes, the high priest, sat down on the number one Lich, with high authority.
They asked for help: "Master, what should we do now?"
Lich Enes was also in trouble. He had just seen the Silver Wing Guard and the Ascetic in the city, and was about to let the Semitic soldiers deal with them. As long as the soldiers attack the city, the priesthood will be helpless no matter how strong they are.
"I'm going to ask your majesty the gods." Lich Enes could only report the problem.
Even if the high priest immediately makes a decision to appoint a new commander, it will take at least a day and a half to go. The Semitic generals looked at each other ~EbookFREE.me~ and asked: "Before the new order is issued, we should How to do?"
Lich Enes said angrily: "How do I know that you are the generals."
After that, he walked out and hurried back to the war fortress.
Afterwards, more than a hundred people whizzed and flew west.
In the city, the two members of the ghost team looked up at the undead war fortress disappearing into the clouds, and took a breath at the same time, and smiled at each other with surviving happiness.
Looking at the silver-winged Pegasus in the sky, the archer said with emotion: "The boss is right. War is a confrontation of the system."
The observer smiled lightly and said: "Let those in the sky with wings send a letter to the boss, I think we will get another day."
On the battlefield, every minute and every second is precious, perhaps because the delay of one or two days has changed the entire war.
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