Narson had seen many things. When he was 18 years old, he had received his military uniform from his father and become an honorary knight of the empire. After that, his father had been beaten to death for standing up for a spoiled brat on the street. As an imperial knight, there was nothing he could do against those high and mighty nobles. That level of despair had struck him with a sense of asphyxiation, and he had even considered taking them down with him.
After that, a nobleman helped him throw those nobles into prison, and the nobleman who had done the deed died in prison.
After that, he became a member of the Black Falcons.
There were many people like him in the Black Falcons. They weren't necessarily doing it for money or power, but they were absolutely loyal to the second prince. Even if they had to die, they wouldn't hesitate in the slightest as their second life had been bestowed upon them by the second prince.
They were the Black Falcons, and also loyal men of sacrifice. As such, even though they knew that the most important goal of the Black Falcons was to find the empire's hero Alex and kill him, they were still thinking about how to accomplish that goal.
Alex had once been the brightest star in the empire's military. He had illuminated the entire Roth Empire, and even on the Norland Continent, his light couldn't be concealed.
He was a 10th-tier knight, a dragon-slaying warrior, the empire's youngest general … Countless titles spoke of his greatness and glory, as well as his power that was regarded as the pinnacle of the human race.
However, this man had been ambushed by countless people, and all of his limbs had been crippled. He had disappeared from everyone's sight in the name of death, but they had found him again.
However, Narson was still unable to withstand his sword strike.
He could clearly see that the sword strike wasn't very fast, and he could clearly sense that Alex was only around the 3rd-tier, but … he was still unable to withstand it.
Narson's eyes widened as he looked on at the slender longsword that had sliced through his own longsword. The sharp blade of the sword was shimmering with a cold light, and he couldn't tell if it was due to sword intent or something else.
A chill ran down his neck, and all of his senses receded like a receding tide. Blood gushed forth from his neck, and he couldn't even feel his own body anymore. All he could see was a headless corpse spurting blood from his neck.
So … he really is Meg Alex … As expected, you're still the same old man … A thought flashed through Narson's mind before he completely lost consciousness.
The sharp longsword slid past Narson's neck, and Meg charged toward the next black-robed man without even looking back.
A pillar of blood soared into the sky, and a head rolled to the side. Everything happened in an instant.
The eyes of the Black Eagle group widened when they saw this scene. Although they were terrified, none of them retreated. In fact, none of them even made the slightest sound. They held their weapons tightly and continued to charge toward Meg.
Everyone could die, but the mission had to be completed. Otherwise, even if they returned alive, their fate would be worse than death.
Although Narson had been insta-killed, judging from Meg's attacks, it was clear that he hadn't recovered to the fourth rank yet. He must have been hiding his strength from the start, allowing Narson to let down his guard before abruptly increasing his speed to land the killing blow.
However, there were still seven of them left. In terms of numbers and strength, there was no reason for them to flee.
Moreover, if they succeeded in killing Alex, no matter who survived in the end, they would be able to obtain something that they would never be able to touch in their entire lives. This was undoubtedly extremely attractive to them.
"Violent Wind Blade!"
One of the magic casters pointed his wand at Meg, and a violent tornado appeared out of thin air. Green and yellow wind blades danced through the air like razor-sharp blades, sweeping up dirt, leaves, and gravel as they hurtled toward Meg.
"Scorching Flame Slash!"
Another magic caster yelled almost at the exact same moment. A crescent-shaped pillar of flames that was three to four meters in length rose into the air. It was as if a giant had slashed a flaming saber through the air, hurtling toward Meg at an even faster speed than the tornado, thereby blocking Meg's path of advancement.
Howling winds and violent blades of flame hurtled toward Tang Wulin, but the black-robed men were still charging toward him, and they had already surrounded him.
Trees were uprooted by the fierce winds, and leaves that had been soaked by the rain were roasted yellow by the scorching flames. Waves of heat surged toward Tang Wulin, and he could already see the cold gleam of the weapons in the hands of the black-robed men.
Meg's expression was still as calm as ever. He glanced at the fierce winds and flaming blades that were hurtling toward him from the front and the side, and suddenly stepped on a large tree beside him. His body instantly changed directions, and he passed by two large trees that were thick enough for several people to encircle their arms around to encircle them. He then stabbed his sword into the heart of a skinny man who was stealthily charging toward him.
A dagger pierced through Meg's sleeve, and a large gash was drawn downward. The tip of the dagger was smeared with black poison, and it was only a hair's breadth away from slicing through his arm.
The Scorching Flame Slash and the violent blades of wind collided behind Meg with a dull thud. The flames were torn apart by the fierce winds, and the violent tornado was also severed.
Meg twisted his wrist, and the dagger that had pierced his heart was pulverized. He didn't stop in the slightest as he charged toward the two magic casters not far away.
"Stop him!" The remaining fourth-tier vice-captain's expression changed drastically as he yelled. He had already figured out what Meg was planning.
After the deaths of two of their comrades in quick succession, all of the Black Falcons were feeling quite distressed. On top of that, Meg had killed the most powerful member of their team, Narson, before killing the weakest one, the thin man. This kind of random sequence of killings was extremely stressful, and they didn't know who would be the next to die.
However, Meg's objective was very clear; he was targeting the two magic casters. If he were to get into close combat with these two magic casters, the consequences would be unimaginable. Furthermore, the two third-tier magic casters were extremely important to their battle team, so they definitely couldn't allow them to die.
The two magic casters had also discovered Meg's objective, and in their panic, they didn't forget to slap a few disposable magic barriers onto their bodies. Light began to glow from their wands, and they were preparing to unleash an even more powerful spell.
Seeing as Meg's target was clearly them, this was a massive crisis, but it was also their best opportunity. As long as they could hold on for a while, their remaining teammates would be able to tear him to shreds. The magic barriers on their bodies were custom-made by the magic casters in the Magus Tower, and they were powerful enough to withstand attacks from 5th-tier magic casters. As such, they were confident that they would be able to withstand Meg's attacks, even if it was just a single sword strike.
The Black Falcons were also well aware of this, and they had already activated their spiritual power to its maximal extent in order to seize this brief window of opportunity.
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