Thales waved his hand gently, and the three darts pointed at him disappeared before his eyes and hit the wall on the other side.

He raised his left hand again, and the two daggers shot out crookedly, "returning" to the assassin who shot the darts.

The prince kept walking and rushed to Tampa in two or three steps.

An assassin behind the tavern owner was still looking for the dagger that had disappeared out of thin air in surprise. Thales easily stabbed him through the throat - and the assassin swore before he died that he should have avoided the path of the sword.

When Thales didn't expect it, Tampa, who had been sluggish all the time, suddenly had a sharp look in his eyes. Taking advantage of the other assassin's busy moment, he violently hit the back of his head and bumped his nose!

Tampa gritted his teeth, fell backwards, and smashed the assassin's chest with his back!

"The one who did this to me was an orc..."

"Its skull is still hanging in my bedroom!"

Tampa, who was a hostage a moment ago, stood up with a curse and a fierce look on his face, and kicked the assassin's neck bone!

Kara!

Thales frowned slightly at the thrilling snapping sound.

Tampa spit out a mouthful of blood and shook his head at him: "Don't be in a daze, do what you should do."

Thales then raised his eyebrows and turned around.

On the other side, Sak'el broke through head-on. No matter how many people stood in front of him, they were no match for him. Yoder untied his chains and disappeared into the air. Only the corpses of assassins who fell strangely from time to time confirmed the existence in the shadows.

Masked guards exist.

Zhuo Zi looked at the completely reversed situation and felt his heart getting colder and colder.

Thales moved forward steadily. He seemed to be alone, but he was unstoppable.

Hidden weapons fired at him would have no effect, the blades slicing at him would deflect strangely, and the blades piercing his body would be useless.

An assassin even came to Thales, only to find that the weapon in his hand had mysteriously disappeared.

In comparison, Thales' long sword seemed like an irresistible fate. Every time he swung it, it would definitely break through the block, ignore dodge, and hit the target.

The weirdness he displayed made the assassins tremble with fear.

In a moment, there were less than ten assassins left.

The driller struggled and gritted his teeth.

He knew he had to make a decision.

Thales didn't see the increasingly ugly look on Drillzi's face, nor did he care about Sak'el's complicated eyes. He just felt his new ability wholeheartedly.

He can easily take away the dagger from the enemy in front of him, just like lifting the tea cup from the desk.

It was as if distance no longer existed for him.

He can even change the position of himself and his sword.

Let it appear where it should be.

He can also make hidden weapons shot from a distance - such as the hand ax just now - move their position.

Like the line pulling on a fishing rod.

As his movements became more and more proficient, Thales gradually gained enlightenment.

Retrieving objects from the air and changing shapes are nothing to him.

However, there are still some restrictions.

The stationary dagger and the flying ax...

The long sword in his hand reflects his whole person...

The smaller and lighter the target, the closer and shorter the distance, the lower and slower the speed... the easier it is for his ability to work.

very good.

"withdraw!"

The sudden violent shouting interrupted Thales' thoughts.

With a ferocious look on his face, the driller strangled the struggling Marina, held her in front of him, and kept retreating.

The look he looked at Thales was filled with fear.

If this prince had this power...

Then how he behaved in the tavern...

Is it to lure us into hooking up?

"Retreat!" the driller roared.

Thales narrowed his eyes and watched as the assassins were relieved and retreated in a well-trained manner.

The sight is fading into darkness.

"This is why I hate the fox hunting game," Sak'el on the other side has almost become a human restricted area. Wherever he goes, the assassins all flee:

"They will run."

But they can't run away.

Thales thought.

No matter where they escape, they are in my hands.

The next second, the driller who was holding Marina hostage was surprised to find that Thales, five steps away, appeared in front of him in the blink of an eye!

How come he...

There was no time to think too much, the driller repeated his old trick, pushing Marina as a shield!

"Whoa!"

Thales's eyes were still sharp, and he cut Marina in the middle with his long sword, who was looking forward to death!

The drill screamed in pain and rolled out a meter away with blood.

Marina, who thought she was certain to die, opened her eyes tremblingly, only to find that she was intact, and even the rope on her hand had been cut open without her realizing it.

"You're okay, ma'am."

Thales stretched out his hand to her and sneered: "Look, you need help?"

Marina opened his arms, got up by herself, and gritted her teeth and roared:

"I don't need you to save me!"

All right.

What a bad temper.

Thales raised his eyebrows:

"By the way, about what happened in the pub just now..."

However, Marina's first reaction after hearing this sentence——

"Snapped!"

Thales' face hurt!

"satyr!"

Marina gritted her teeth and retracted her slap, elbowed him away, and rushed to find her weapon:

"asshole!"

Looking at her back, Thales turned around with an ugly face and laughed at himself: "Ah..."

"……You're welcome."

He endured it and pretended not to notice the "Wow" from the fast rope behind him.

Sak'el and Yoder efficiently harvested the lives of the assassins. In the few seconds that Thales was delayed, the assassins were almost completely eliminated, leaving only the blood-covered Dagger who fled.

He can't escape.

Thales thought this way and planned to vent all his grievances on the culprit.

He appeared in front of the drill in an instant!

"clang!"

Thales's long sword blocked the short knife that Dozi had taken out from nowhere, forcing Dozi, whose face was covered with blood and in a state of embarrassment, to take a step back!

"You can let me go...you know!" Dongzi said ferociously, his arms trembling.

"Eighteen years ago," Thales replied coldly: "You could have let Heyman Bright Star go."

The drill boy was stunned for a moment, and then his face became more and more fierce.

Thales chuckled and continued to feel the "out of control" magic energy, preparing to give him the final blow.

Just move the position of the sword edge to...
To be continued...