Hearing the words' Supervisor ', the middle-aged man's face suddenly changed. He looked at Dean angrily, "Who are you?!"
There were very few people in the outer wall who knew his name. Even the Rukeland family didn't know his identity. They only knew that he was a big shot from the inner wall and had extraordinary power.
"You, are you Prince Riley?!" Prana recognized Dean's appearance by the glimmer of the fluorescent stone: "You, why are you here? Didn't you go missing? "
"Riley?" Middle-aged man asked: "Do you know him?"
Prana hurriedly said, "Sir, His Highness Riley was the most outstanding knight of the Vatican in the past twenty years. He was extremely talented in sword arts and came from a noble family. However, he should've been missing for a long time. I heard that he died in the line of duty. I didn't expect … That's weird. Wasn't His Highness Riley blonde? Why is his hair black now?"
"Holy Church?" Middle-aged man was relieved as he heard Dean's words. He thought that Dean was from the inner wall when Dean revealed his real identity. He didn't expect Dean to be a knight from the Holy Church in the outer wall. The most outstanding knight of the Holy Church in the last 20 years … The middle-aged man completely disdained Dean's words. No matter how smart you are, you are still a lowly person!
"I usually don't like to be long-winded when I kill people." Dean slowly raised the dagger in his hand, "But for a person like you, it's too easy to kill him with a sneak attack. Death isn't terrible because you won't even feel pain after death. So why should you be afraid? So I have to slow down the process of your death. I will let you taste your own death in order to let you experience fear and despair! "
Dean's dark eyes narrowed as he spoke. There was a trace of malice in his eyes.
The middle-aged man heard Dean's words and sneered: "You know my identity but you still dare to come here to die. I advise you to honestly confess who sent you here. You probably don't know that the purpose of the person who sent you here is to send you to your death. Because he didn't clearly tell you how strong I am … "
Whoosh!
A sudden gust of wind interrupted the rest of his words.
Suddenly, an incoming fist smashed into his face. With a bang, his body flipped backwards and fell onto the soft bed behind him, rolling a few times.
Puff! Puff!
At the same time, the sound of two blades rubbing against flesh echoed. Prana and the young knight were stunned as they looked at Dean. Their mouths slightly opened but they couldn't say a word. Blood spurted out from their throats as they stiffly fell on their backs.
The middle-aged man was lying on the bed. His mind was a mess, his ears were buzzing, and he felt dizzy. He struggled to turn his head and saw Dean standing beside the bed, looking at him condescendingly. It seemed that Dean had no intention of continuing to attack.
He took a deep breath, and the dizziness immediately subsided. He hurriedly supported himself with his palms and leaped backward, landing on the other side of the bed. He bent down and quickly searched under the bed. Soon, he pulled out a bright silver sword.
The tinnitus and dizziness disappeared after he held the sword. He stared at Dean who was on the other side of the bed. His heart was full of shock. Didn't Prana say that Dean was a knight of the Holy Church? Wasn't the upper limit of strength in the outer wall a senior hunter? But he couldn't react to the power and speed that Dean had used!
He was a primary limitless hunter. Moreover he had mastered two secret combat techniques taught by the Monastery. It was rare for him to be defeated in a fight against someone of the same rank. But he was defeated in a single move!
Moreover, he had lost completely. If this person had attacked a weapon just now, then he would have been dead by now!
Although he was careless but the speed that exceeded his reaction speed was not something that a hunter could achieve. Even if he had an extremely rare magic mark!
Dean looked at him indifferently. His motionless body suddenly flashed, and the sudden fast movement made the middle-aged man's eyelids jump. He could barely see a vague shadow. He was scared and hurriedly waved his knife. Silver light flashed, and countless knife lights formed a shield in front of him.
Suddenly he felt pain in his feet as if he was hit by a hard steel rod. His body instantly lost balance and fell down.
His heart sank, and a gap appeared in the dense saber light. He raised his other hand to support himself and stabilize his body, but a black light suddenly shot out from the gap of the messy saber light and hit his chest.
A heart-wrenching pain shot through him, and his back smashed hard against the wooden floor. All of this took a long time to describe, but it all ended in a matter of seconds.
The middle-aged man was about to fight back when he felt the pain in his chest. But he felt that his right hand that was holding the sword was pinched by a cold palm. It was not so much a palm but a piece of ice.
Kacha! The bones and joints of his wrist were twisted and dislocated. He roared in pain and raised his other hand.
However, his other hand was also pinched by a strong palm. He couldn't break free as a burst of pain came. His left hand was also twisted and dislocated.
"You like children so I'll let you become a child." Dean's indifferent voice came out unhurriedly. There was no trace of trembling in his voice. It seemed that he still had some strength left in him after the fierce battle.
The middle-aged man didn't react to Dean's words. He felt that his feet were pinched. The next moment he suddenly understood.
A burst of crisp and powerful sounds of bones breaking rang out, like the sound of bamboo being chopped. The pain that came instantly caused the middle-aged man to scream. However, just as he screamed, something was stuffed into his mouth, and he immediately turned into a muffled sound.
In the blink of an eye, Dean folded the middle-aged man's limbs into a cross. He sat on the folded hands and feet and looked at the back of the middle-aged man's head. He gently cut the middle-aged man's ear with a dagger. With a little force, one of the middle-aged man's ears was cut off. Blood gushed out like a fountain. The middle-aged man trembled and screamed in pain.
"You could have enjoyed the treatment of a quick death. There was no pain." Dean used the dagger to cut wounds on the middle-aged man's face and neck. From time to time, he stabbed the dagger into the bloody seam of these wounds. He indifferently said, "But your mistake is to kill people unnecessarily. You have to know that people live in groups. So other people are a resource. But you needlessly waste this precious resource. It's really stupid!"
The middle-aged man's facial features twisted in pain. He screamed in pain.
Dean rotated the dagger and quickly cut all parts of the middle-aged man's body. He cut off the broken hands and feet piece by piece. One of the arms was cut off to expose the bones. After more than ten minutes, he ended the middle-aged man's life.
When he got up, the five children on the big bed were scared and hurriedly shrank to a corner, shivering.
Dean glanced at the children's fear. As if he was talking to himself, he whispered, "In your eyes, I'm no different from him, isn't it?"
The five children just looked at him in fear. The girl who had her lips bitten off was too scared to cry.
"Maybe there is a little difference." Dean saw their expressions and said to himself, "A little more terrible." He put on the hood again, but only covered his hair. Then he walked around the big bed, opened the door and walked out of the room.
When he was torturing the middle-aged man, he always used thermal vision to observe the outside of the room. The reason why he ended the torture of the middle-aged man was because he saw the opportunity to leave.
After leaving the room, he didn't walk a few steps. When he passed a fork, he met two blonde young nobles. The two smelled of alcohol, but they were not drunk.
Dean deliberately walked between the two of them and pushed their shoulders away.
The two felt a little pain from the bump. They immediately shouted at Dean, who was walking in front of them, "Brat, stop! How can you walk? Are you blind?!"
Dean turned his head and glanced at them. The faint fluorescent stone on the wall shone on his face. The two nobles were about to curse, but when they saw Dean's face, they were shocked. They saw that Dean's face was stained with blood. With a pair of cold eyes, the two suddenly felt a chill from the soles of their feet.
Dean took back his eyes, turned his head and quickly left.
The two nobles looked at Dean's back as he disappeared into the passage. They slowly looked at each other and saw the surprise in each other's eyes.
Inside the castle, Rookland West frowned. He didn't expect Prana to not return yet. He immediately called the butler and was about to ask him to send someone to call him again. Suddenly, there was a clanking sound of hurried armor outside.
"Elder, there is an accident underground!" A knight wearing a special heavy armor of the Rookland family ran in: "There is news from the people who are on duty underground. Mr. Prana and the elder, they died in the room!"
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