At the very least, he can't do anything to...this man is facing each other with swords...

The bloody scene of that day flashed before his eyes again, and Blot's hand holding the gun trembled slightly.

Is he afraid?

Yes, he was very scared!

Lanstead didn't seem to notice the tense atmosphere. He raised his hand and rubbed the blond hair twice, and praised with a smile: "Well done."

The slightly messy blond hair was pushed aside by that movement, revealing a pair of unfamiliar red eyes, with a blank look in the bloody eyes.

"Go." Ransted said lightly again.

…

The man's body was slightly lowered, and his delicate white fingers rested on the hilt of the sword wrapped in black cloth at his waist.

Both Sacha and Blot are very familiar with this action - this is Weir's preparatory posture before attacking - he is probably the most popular student in the hunter school.

Textbook accuracy.

But they never thought that when they made this move, they would be on the opposite side of him.

"Wil..."

Brot couldn't help but repeat it again, and tightened his trembling hands on the spear in his hand, but was tied up and dragged behind by Sacha.

"I'll do it!" Those green eyes were filled with solemnity.

It was the first time that he was so glad that his weapon was a sealing chain mainly used for containment, but it was also the first time that he hated himself so much because he was more familiar with its attack methods than for containment.

Sacha took a deep breath and stepped forward.

……calm.

Bring Vail back...

Just...a slightly overdone sparring session.

He kept repeating it to himself in his mind.

Sacha was familiar with Weir's habits and knew his "weaknesses."

The moment you draw the sword, there will be a moment of stagnation. As long as you seize the opportunity, hurt... no, wrap around his wrist...

As he thought this, the hand holding the chain was sweating slightly.

Sacha rehearsed the scene several times in his mind, but in reality, he could not realize it.

...How short was that moment of stagnation? At least Sacha, who was distracted now, couldn't catch it.

The moment the bright silver light came out of its sheath, he knew he was too late.

Different from the Holy Spear held by all the saints of the Holy See in Brot's hand, and also different from his seal chain, the "Glory of God" in Weir's hand was once even just one of the many weapons in the association's warehouse. It is indeed rare.

But it was in his hands that it was given that extraordinary name - what gave it that brilliance was not the weapon, but the person who used it.

Sacha finally saw the beautiful silver light with his own eyes...

He couldn't even catch the trajectory of the blade, and had only time to let the chains intertwine into a web in front of him, hoping that the defense could block the blow.

There was no crisp sound of the sword blade colliding with the chain in the air. On the contrary, there was a muffled sound of a sharp weapon entering flesh.

Everyone present opened their eyes wide.

The non-human race Lansid was even more stunned. He slowly lowered his head, and the bright silver sword blade was inserted into his chest. If he hadn't just ducked to the side for a moment, the sword would have sunk right in.

His heart center.

Even now, the weapon soaked in the holy water is burning with heat, and the wound continues to expand.

Compared to the anger of being "betrayed", Ransted was more shocked...

How?! How could he break free?!!

The system is also screaming: "Mission, host...mission!!"

The protagonist Shou!! The one he should stab is the protagonist Shou!! What a great opportunity to complete the mission, but the host actually stabbed the wrong person!!

Bai Mu didn't have time to explain the reason to his silly Baitian system, but asked first: "What's the result of the calculation?"

The system screamed and showed Bai Mu the 99.97% result.

Bai Musong said: The bet was right!

Just as he was thinking this, Ransid had already reacted and reached out to grab the part of the sword blade that was not immersed in his chest. Blood dripped down, and with a creepy sizzling sound, he threw the sword to the ground.

aside.

He did not loosen his grip on Bai Mu, and directly grabbed Bai Mu's neck with his blood-stained hands.

"when?"

When Ransted asked this question, his tone was light and he didn't seem to be angry - if you didn't look at the hands that were getting tighter and tighter.

Bai Mu knew what Ransted was asking - it was nothing more than asking when he got out of control.

In fact, not long after that, right after he woke up, the other party called him over like a dog.

Bai Mu vaguely realized that if control of his body was forcibly taken away, he would still be able to compete with the sudden extra strength in his body.

but……

Of course you have to keep your trump card.
Chapter completed!