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Salin's Mental Power had been growing, and there was almost no limit to his rank. His current Mental Power was infinitely close to that of a level-nine Magic Shooter. What was limiting his advancement was his understanding of the elements, the soul, and the natural laws.
His powerful Mental Power allowed Salin's perception range to be no different from that of a Magic Shooter. Moreover, he used his family crest to train his Mental Power, and his ability to control perception was unique. Even in a painful state, Salin could still remain calm and complete the preparation of magic.
In the crowd in front of him, a smiling child walked towards Salin.
"Trish, stop him." Salin instantly sent a magic mark, wanting to mark the child. Salin sensed an incomparably terrifying aura of death from this child. Salin had only felt such an aura from one person, the old Assassin beside Rex.
In the child's hands, there was a windmill, a rainbow-colored windmill.
November was the most beautiful season in the southern part of Jialoulan. The autumn wind blew, and the golden leaves swayed gently under the sun. That windmill spun rapidly, dispelling Salin's magic mark without leaving a trace.
Trish pulled the reins of the skeletal warhorse, and in a few quick steps, the skeletal warhorse rushed in front of Salin, blocking the child. The smile on the child's face disappeared. He did not know how Salin had discovered him.
The ability to change his appearance, along with his innocent and radiant appearance, made his assassination effect dozens of times better than other Assassins.
This Salin had actually seen through his disguise from far away, and had his maidservant block in front of him. That woman had an exquisite and cute figure, and a delicate face, making it impossible to have evil thoughts. The few ways he had thought of to create chaos were all useless. Women and children were targets that many people wanted to protect.
No one would think that such a cute woman would do anything evil to a child like him.
If it was another Assassin who was discovered more than a hundred meters away, he would definitely turn around and run. An Assassin's attack range was not as far as that of a Black Iron Blademaster. He had to sneak to the side of a Mage to have a higher chance of success. Powerful explosive power and exquisite assassination techniques could make up for an assassin's lack of stamina.
All the assassins trained in unpopular martial techniques, which were usually able to kill people of a higher cultivation level. Their skills were also very strange. In order to assassinate a person, they did not hesitate to lie in ambush for a few months, hiding in a place, waiting for the target to pass by.
But the child refused to leave. He was a tyrant, an omnipotent tyrant.
"Mom!" The tyrant disguised as a child raised his windmill and rushed toward Trish.
His voice was frozen. Green and black demonic runes shot out from Trish's eyes. A huge illusion suddenly appeared. On the head of Trish's Skeleton Warhorse, a Witcher Spider Puppet jumped down from the sky.
All the people from the Bitter Water Commandery who were welcoming Salin saw the ground suddenly split open, and a huge monster burrowed out of the crack, causing dust to fly everywhere. The monster pounced at the Metatrine King, and a spear suddenly appeared in the hands of the King's maidservant, who stabbed at the monster.
If Trish attacked the children, she would definitely incur the wrath of the crowd. Salin used a small illusion to solve the problem.
The people who welcomed Salin were mainly resting soldiers. There were very few civilians in Daliang City, and the most common were auxiliary soldiers. When a monster suddenly appeared on the street to assassinate the Metatrine King, the soldiers without weapons all retreated. Those with weapons immediately gathered together and formed a circle, sealing off the monster's escape route.
Rex's painstaking management made Daliang City's defense stronger than any other place on the continent. The main reason was the quality of these soldiers.
A highest-ranking officer shouted, "Go get a Master!"
Only Mages above level-seven could be called a Master. These soldiers could not watch the Metatrine King die in front of them no matter what. They were here to help the King fight. Therefore, the officer immediately asked for a Magic Shooter, even if he was not qualified.
The weapon in Trish's hand was not a spear, but a 16-meter-long whip that Salin had refined for her. With one thrust of the whip, Tyrant's body shook, and he actually charged at Trish's skeleton warhorse along the whip. Then, he turned into a shadow and merged with the shadow of the skeleton warhorse.
Shadow Dance was a skill unique to Assassins. She could disappear from the enemy's sight in any place with shadows. Trish's dragon-spear-like whip violently lashed at the shadow on the ground. From his perception, the Assassin had not left her original position. If he was distracted to look for her, the Assassin would escape the attack range in an instant.
This instant was shockingly short, and Trish's attack was more like a whip than a stab.
In fact, Trish's eyes had not returned to normal. She washed them with magic fluid every hour, but she still could not recover her vision. She completely relied on her Demon's perception in battle.
A large part of the Demon's perception came from the horns on her head. When Trish transformed into a human, her entire skull had the ability of a Demon's long horns. Without her eyes, she could still find the Assassin's position. To her, Shadow Dance was a waste of skill.
With a crisp sound, Trish's long whip that could crack metal only stirred up some dust on the ground. Trish felt that she had hit the target, but the target had charged past her skeleton warhorse unscathed. Trish then realized that the enemy was more difficult to deal with than the Magic Shooter she had encountered before.
Once an Assassin entered the shadow, it was time to start killing.
The Witcher Spider had no target, so it lay on the ground and continued to release illusions. Trish did not hesitate anymore. Her body instantly expanded, and the two horns on her head grew more than a foot long. The wings on her back were folded, and her hands had become extremely sharp weapons.
Trish threw the long whip into her earring. The speed of storing items was faster than a Mage. This was the advantage of a Demon. It was difficult to exhaust spiritual power, and there was no such thing as a backlash.
Growing taller, Trish took a step forward. Under the detection of the two horns, the figure of the child appeared again, and was already fifteen meters away from Salin. Trish's sharp toes dug into the ground. She arched her waist and lay on the ground motionlessly. The speed of his pounce was faster than a Mage flying at full speed. Trish knew that Salin still had life-saving skills. It might not be able to kill the Assassin, but it would definitely cause serious damage to the Assassin.
However, Trish was not confident that she could kill the Assassin in one hit, so she simply waited behind for an opportunity.
As expected, although Salin could not see the Assassin in the shadow, a layer of Ice Pattern Armor suddenly appeared on the surface of his body. Outside the Ice Pattern Armor was a huge bubble. As soon as the bubble appeared, thick clouds completely enveloped Salin's body.
Ice Pattern Armor, Water Pattern Shield, Cloud Walking. Salin released the three skills at the same time. He had prepared them when Trish intercepted the Assassin.
Tyrant was suddenly annoyed. The King of Metatlin was actually a powerful Mage! After releasing the three skills and hiding in the clouds, Tyrant was slightly afraid of the attack that followed. He closed his eyes without hesitation. The mageweath on his eyelids flickered, and Tyrant's eyelids became transparent. A pair of dark purple pupils behind the densely packed mageweath emitted a demonic glow.
The obstruction of the clouds was pierced through by this pair of eyes with magic power. Tyrant held the windmill in his hands, and his dark golden boots stepped on the ground. He was almost sticking to the ground as he pounced towards the target. His movements were prepared in advance, but as soon as he pounced forward, his body froze.
There were now two targets in the clouds, two people who looked exactly the same! Both of their hands were holding a ball of white flame. Tyrant felt goosebumps all over his skin. The temperature dropped rapidly. In the clouds, small tornadoes over three meters tall appeared, as well as sharp hexagonal snowflakes.
These spells were completed almost instantaneously. Tyrant was getting more and more anxious. The enemy had already released six intermediate spells, and the interval between each spell was exactly two cycles! At the same time, the King had completed an unknown Mirror Image Spell!
Even many Magic Shooters might not be able to do it! Tyrant thought that Salin's Water Puppet was a Mirror Image Spell, but he didn't understand why his opponent was not a Magic Shooter. Why did the actions of the Mirror Image he created differ from the original? He couldn't tell which was the real target.
The veins on Tyrant's forehead were bulging. The windmill in his hand spun even more violently, producing a sharp, ear-piercing sound. The tornadoes and snowflakes in the clouds were blown away by the windmill and did not harm the Tyrant's body. Tyrant gritted his teeth and drew a line on his forehead with his finger. A line of blood appeared on the top of his head. Tyrant's body suddenly split into two from the middle.
Tyrant could see Salin, and Salin could see Tyrant. He saw that the child-like assassin had suddenly split into two, and that his Snow Carnage and Tornado had been blown away by the strange windmill, unable to attack the target. He was a little wary.
Salin instantly released dozens of air bubbles, which floated around his body. Just like Salin, the Water Golem also released a Water Shield to protect its body. The only difference between Salin and the Water Golem was that the Water Golem had an additional crystal ring on its hand.
As long as Salin didn't advance to a Magic Shooter, he wouldn't dare to use Rafael's magic ring again. After using it, even if he could kill the enemy, Salin himself would be injured. Thus, Salin could only use the crystal ring on the Water Golem.
Two identical Tyrants. The only difference was that one of them was holding a windmill, while the other was holding a shorter dagger.
Assassins loved daggers. When thrown at close range, the magic dagger's attack power was no less than a spell of the same level. If it was a holy weapon, the attack would have the power of a level-eight spell.
"Go to hell!" The two identical Tyrants roared at the same time and pounced on Salin and the Water Golem. With this move, they were within ten meters of Salin.
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