Oh, just once.

Raphael's eyes moved, and he remembered a scene from two years ago.

At that time, he stood respectfully behind the Black Prophet, waiting for His Majesty's summons.

A short, stout and murderous man walked out of His Majesty's audience room. When he passed by Raphael, he glanced at him intentionally or unintentionally.

That's when his arms began to tremble for the first time.

Afterwards, Raphael knew who the man with a ferocious expression was.

Alaka Mu.

From then on, Raphael knew that this was the instinct of his arms, urging him to escape.

Escape from a danger that neither of them can withstand even if they work together.

But he can't leave.

Raphael frowned.

Putilai's strategy is very simple.

They have one more advantage than their enemies, and this is their only advantage: they know what the enemy wants to do, but the enemy does not know their purpose.

so……

Let this advantage last until they succeed.

Thinking of the little prince, Raphael took a deep breath with complicated emotions and looked around the corner ahead.

The trembling of his arms had reached such an extreme level that it began to become uncontrollable. Raphael even had to activate the power of termination to forcibly suppress the increasingly violent arms.

Finally, the enemy came out from around the corner.

Raphael's eyes narrowed.

He recognized the person—his portrait had been posted among the top twenty figures on the wall of important figures in the secret department's "Exter Intelligence Room."

Raphael sighed.

It seems that I am the unluckiest one.

and……

Raphael looked at the weapon in the opponent's hand and frowned more and more.

Unstoppable and powerful lethality.

His willpower and reflexes are both top notch.

Proficient in using most weapons.

Rare battlefield judgment.

And the scariest thing... an almost unparalleled wealth of experience.

This kind of opponent...

The enemy stopped, his tall body extremely oppressive.

"It's strange," the visitor looked at him and spoke in common language with a strong Northland accent: "Under such circumstances, you still dare to disperse your troops."

"Are you covering something up?"

Raphael was slightly startled.

He immediately spread his hands.

That being the case.

no solution anymore.

"Yes, we are planning..." Raphael showed a relaxed smile and shrugged:

"you guess?"

The enemy paused for a moment, as if he was not used to Raphael's attitude.

The enemy pondered and said: "I suggest you..."

But before he finished speaking, Raphael suddenly turned around unexpectedly, turned his back to him, and ran quickly behind him!

Footsteps sounded quickly.

this……

The enemy was only slightly stunned, but his fighting instinct immediately took over.

He grabbed his weapon, took heavy but not clumsy steps, and chased Raphael who was trying to escape!

Raphael was startled when he heard the footsteps behind him.

At this speed, we will be caught up...

But before he could think about it completely, a chill hit him from the back of his head!

call.

The wind blew quickly.

Raphael tilted his head instinctively.

A black sharp blade passed by his left ear!

The moment the secret young man tilted his head, his enemy nodded approvingly.

Not a bad crisis response.

He has potential...

But before the enemy could react, Raphael, who was evading in a panic, suddenly stopped.

Boom!

The young man's legs hit the ground. He put his right hand on the enemy's long weapon and turned around to face the enemy!

The enemy who was still charging forward saw Raphael's eyes clearly: they were eyes filled with murderous intent.

The enemy instantly understood: he was the prey being targeted.

I underestimated him.

I originally thought he was just a young man with good potential.

but……

The enemy thought silently: It had been so long since he had been on the battlefield that he had committed the most fatal mistake - arrogance.

But he had no time to reflect on himself.

next moment.

Raphael's expression became extremely terrifying, as if he was suffering from pain and madness.

A harsh and frightening rustling sound erupted from his right arm. Under the torn sleeve, the exposed skin began to swell, emitting endless red light along the blood vessels!

Like the color of lava.

Raphael grabbed the enemy's weapon with his right hand, followed the enemy's momentum, and pulled it suddenly!

The enemy holds his own weapon with both hands, preparing to wrestle with the opponent.

But the moment the enemy exerted his strength, his expression suddenly changed.

No, this strength...

There is no way he is a normal person...

With a sharp friction sound, the enemy was unable to hold the weapon, and Raphael's weird right hand snatched the weapon away with his bare hands!

When the enemy lost his balance and fell to Raphael in brief shock, the latter coldly stepped on the ground and rushed towards his opponent.

His left hand made the same horrifying rustling sound.

It's like thousands of tiny insects gnawing incessantly.

The next second, Raphael calmly raised his left elbow, and the finishing power exploded, hitting the enemy's chest!

The enemy knew that something was wrong, but was unable to dodge for a moment. He could only use his hands to form palms and support the opponent's dangerous elbow from the front.

"Boom!"

A heavy muffled sound.

Taking advantage of the enemy's fall and his own strength, Raphael roared angrily, and the continuous strength on his arm increased like a surging wave!

"boom!"

The enemy received this elbow head-on and was knocked to the ground.

While feeling the numbness and severe pain from his arms to his back, the enemy exclaimed: This kind of finishing power is...

But it's not over yet.
To be continued...