"arms!"

"He's picking the locks!"

"I said he is a restless scourge," the first rough and rich voice said viciously, "He should--"

"Calm down," Cassian, who was obviously the leader, said calmly, letting his nervous companions relax, "look, he can't break free."

At the center of everyone's attention, Lausanne II was stunned.

Lying on the ground, he struggled to raise his head:

I saw that the black stone lock under the sharp claws was motionless, not even a scratch was left.

On the contrary, his vampire claws were emitting a faint green smoke due to the violent friction just now.

This lock...can't be opened?

"But he tried," the female guard stood behind him, observing him carefully, the tip of her sword always facing her opponent, "and he will try again."

Lausanne II was still stunned, unable to figure out why his sharpest and most hated vampire claws had no effect.

Cassian frowned.

He held the candle and slowly approached Lausanne II.

"Don't work in vain," Cassian carefully observed Lausanne II's movements, watching the sharp claws on the latter's hands gradually shrink, "I know you are an extreme master, but you can't break free of this lock."

Lausanne II sneered and did not answer.

What nonsense is there to talk about with dead people?

"Of course he can't break free," the first male guard with a rich voice drew out his sword and approached him, gritting his teeth, "If both hands are gone, I wonder what he can use to break free..."

But Cassian reached out decisively and held down the male guard.

He looked at the latter and shook his head:

"He is a prisoner and should be treated as he deserves as long as his safety is not affected."

The male guard snorted angrily and shook off Cassian's hand:

"pedantic."

Cassian was not upset, he just looked at the prisoner silently.

"You know, the day before I graduated and left the Tower of Termination, Kuradel, who is from the 'Rose' lineage, told me a story."

Knight Cassian said quietly.

Lausanne II was thinking about another way to break free from the chains, and frowned when he heard this.

"He said that a long time ago, the legendary mages did many, many bad things," Cassian said with longing in his eyes. "One of them was to measure the limits of what the human body can achieve - speed, reaction, strength.

Flexibility, durability, injury tolerance, and even the power of termination were still called extraordinary powers at that time - and a large number of experiments were conducted on living subjects, ranging from the elderly, children, women, men, soldiers, craftsmen to..."

The other guards all frowned, and Cassian seemed to realize something and smiled slightly.

"I won't say what they have done, but through complex experiments and formula calculations, the mages have indeed measured the limits of the human body and summarized a complete set of theories - I'm afraid you won't believe how exaggerated this limit is, and how trivial it is.

What incredible things a mortal can do with only his flesh and blood and the power of termination."

Lausanne II snorted disdainfully.

"So people at that time agreed that this was the limit of mortals, and called it..."

Cassian looked at his sword and shook his head:

"Extreme realm."

Cassian sighed softly.

"No matter how powerful or powerful a person is, they say that this is the highest critical point that a person can reach, and beyond that, it is beyond the reach of human beings. In order to break through this critical point, one must transcend the human body.

Breaking through the shackles of flesh and blood. To this end, the mages have done more and worse things..."

Lausanne II remained unmoved and was still trying to find the shackles on his body.

"But on the other side, another group of people who have always had a bad relationship with the mages - the knights - are not convinced."

Cassian raised his head, his eyes clear:

"After years of wielding swords, they know that the body has its limits and that flesh and blood has an end, but they never believe in human power, or in other words, they do not believe that the knight's will and spirit have their limits."

brush!

The fire flashed, and the others became nervous.

"Bah, fuck your spirit!"

Lausanne II, who failed to open the lock again, cursed loudly, and his sharp claws even drew blood.

"They sneered at the mage's theory that the highest human being is the 'extreme realm'." Cassian looked at the killer's struggle calmly, "calling it a 'false realm'."

"They firmly believe that as long as certain conditions are met - hard work, sweat, perseverance, will, determination, methods, or anything else, mere mortals can surpass their limits."

"To achieve the 'real state'."

"This is the origin of the sayings about the transcendent realm, the 'extreme realm' and the 'true world' - at least one of the sayings."

None of the other guards in the dungeon spoke.

Cassian came to his senses.

"And the lock on your body is an ancient magic lock that Kevin Dill got from the Corleone family. It is said that they asked the mages to forge it according to the theory of 'Extreme Realm' a long time ago to ensure that even the locked captives

He is a master who has pushed all his abilities to the peak, but he cannot escape."

The knight looked at the black stone lock on the prisoner's body with sad eyes.

"Yes, the meaning of this lock is to lock the ultimate master."

It also locks the limits of human beings.

A sign of one's own weakness.

Lausanne II frowned when he heard this.

"It depends on what kind of master he is," the seriously injured killer gasped more and more violently, but he said harshly, "What if he is a lockpicker?"

Cassian shook his head:

"I've never seen it broken in my entire life."

In fact, he met it once.

But the other party doesn’t need to know, right?

"So it would be a good idea," Cassian sighed, "to stop trying to take advantage of it and make it easier for both of us?"

Lausanne II was silent.

He didn't reply, but he stopped trying to pick the lock.

"You said before that when you were young, you saw my contest between generals," the killer suddenly changed the subject, "What did you see?"

Knight Cassian's eyes moved.

He looked at the killer lingering on the ground and thought of his former general, the high-spirited knight apprentice.

"I saw that you have excellent swordsmanship. One of the battles was against a master of the 'Rose' lineage. When faced with his backhand attack, you were always able to..."

Lausanne II snorted disdainfully:

"You know what I'm asking."

"You and Prince Horace had a final duel. They were inextricably killed, and at one point they even had the upper hand."

Cassian paused and exhaled.

"But at the last moment, he caught the flaw..."

"If I said that I had a chance to kill him, would you believe it?" Lausanne II interrupted him coldly.

Knight Cassian smiled and was slightly surprised when he heard this. He was about to speak, but his expression suddenly changed!

"you do not……"

He stood up suddenly, but his body swayed, his eyes blurred, and he fell down softly.

thump!

Three muffled sounds were heard, and Cassian and the guards fell down.

Hit.

Done.

Lausanne II looked at them coldly and concentrated on unlocking it.

It's so annoying.

If you want to kill, kill him, if you want to cut him, cut him into pieces. You have to force Lai Lai to give up his struggle.

Great, now let’s take a look at this broken lock——
To be continued...