"I've troubled the chief. Heh heh, it's getting late. Why don't you rest here tonight? I've prepared a special program for you." Calvert chuckled.
Another chant rang out as bone arrows filled the air, surging into the midst of the officers and causing them to cry out in pain.
Suddenly, numerous skeletal, zombie, and ghouls appeared in the blink of an eye, as well as the howling gargoyles and hate warriors, charging towards the officers.
"Hide in a tree and wait. When I make the first move, seize the opportunity and attack Clark." Lucky instructed as he crouched on a wall on the side of the street like a gecko, matching the color of the night.
Since Clark was about to leave, Warren changed his strategy and decided to make his move on the road. They would definitely pass through a street after leaving Calvert's house. There were all sorts of buildings and a few lush trees around the street. It was a good place to make a move.
Although Han Shuo hadn't fully mastered the "Art of the Demonic Ninth Heavens" yet, simple flight wasn't a problem. It was because of this "Art" that Han Shuo was able to grow wings and fly out of the encirclement of the soldiers.
Suddenly, a series of crackling sounds rang out from the bottom of the carriage. The carriage split into pieces in an instant, wood splinters mixed with sand flying everywhere. The milky-white sword light burst out two meters and blossomed from the broken carriage. The bursting sword light was like a hedgehog covered with spikes, and Lucky was like a hedgehog wrapped in the sword light.
"No, thank you uncle, but there have been a few more strangers in Valen City recently. I have many things to do and won't be staying today." Clark stood up and seemed to want to leave.
"Uncle Calvert, Lawrence's identity isn't that simple. You must be on your guard. My father will send someone to protect you in secret in two days." Clark warned Calvert.
"Oh, my gosh, it's actually an archmage necromancer!" Calvert suddenly cried out in surprise and yelled out loudly.
Han Shuo nodded and didn't say anything else. He leapt into the air and landed on a roof. When he looked down, he discovered that Lucky had miraculously disappeared without a trace.
Han Shuo stood up and shot a look at Lucky when his ears left the tiles. The two of them left without a sound and quickly moved outwards.
There were many houses in the surroundings, but when Han Shuo listened attentively, he discovered that there didn't seem to be anyone living in the houses. He didn't know if they'd been arranged to leave beforehand. Han Shuo was a bit regretful that he hadn't used his senses to scout the surroundings beforehand. He'd been too focused on killing Clark and hadn't paid attention to some details.
After advancing to the true demon realm, Han Shuo did indeed feel that his body was more flexible and useful than before. He could change his body into various states through his own adjustments. For example, it was very easy for him to conceal his presence like this.
After a while, a carriage drove out from the direction of Calvert's house. The clattering of the carriage was quite ear-piercing in the silent night. The coachman was a sturdy guard. He waved the reins in his hand and spurred the running horses. When the carriage arrived at Lage's hiding place, a figure darted out from a hidden corner like lightning. It was as if he was weightless and stuck to the bottom of the carriage.
Lucky's performance in this regard was quite satisfactory. He first crouched on the roof as soon as he entered Calvert's house and took a look at the layout of the entire building. He then pointed out the general purpose of each room to Han Shuo, such as where the living room was, the master bedroom, and even the bathroom. He vaguely pointed them out to Han Shuo.
Just as Han Shuo was worrying for Lucky, a figure used a levitation spell and quickly approached from the distance. The moon was covered by a cloud of black mist in the blink of an eye, and the already dim sky darkened in an instant. The figure extended a white bone staff from his wide sleeves as he approached. He waved his hand and chanted a spell in a low voice.
Taking a deep breath, Han Shuo stood in the distance and looked around. He discovered that there were close to a hundred soldiers at Clark's place. These well-trained people were searching for Lucky from room to room. They gave up on the chase after Han Shuo and focused all their attention on Lucky.
Han Shuo was startled as he looked at the necromancer that had appeared in the sky. He was stunned by this powerful necromancy magic.
"We've been tricked, retreat immediately." Han Shuo suddenly called out lowly from the tree above and quickly jumped down from the lush foliage.
At this moment, Han Shuo's heart was actually calmer. He looked around coldly and discovered that there were suddenly a few more soldiers on the streets. These people were riding warhorses and whizzing in his direction. There were even some who had drawn their longbows and were shooting at him from the roof.
From the direction of Calvert's house, a calm and unruffled Clark walked out with a broad, middle-aged knight. Their gazes were fixed on Han Shuo as they spurred their warhorses to charge over.
Because Clark might be in the hall, the two didn't dare act rashly. They lifted the roof tiles to observe and stuck their cheeks to the roof, trying to hear what was being said inside.
In addition, Han Shuo discovered that the "Art of the Demonic Ninth Heavens" was much more skillful than the levitation spells that mages in this world could use when they reached the archmage realm. When an archmage cast the levitation spells, they couldn't compare to the agility and speed of Han Shuo's "Art of the Demonic Ninth Heavens".
Lucky changed into a grayish-brown robe. The color of his robe was the same as the color of the walls of the building. When he slowly walked along the wall, no one would be able to detect anything out of the ordinary even under the bright moonlight.
It looked like Lucky had a very detailed understanding of the various styles of buildings. He must have spent a great deal of time and effort studying them. Otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to obtain so much information just by looking at the layout of the building.
Han Shuo nimbly dodged the arrows when they came, and then discovered that even more soldiers were approaching. After thinking for a bit, Han Shuo deployed the "Art of the Demonic Ninth Heavens" and his entire body suddenly flew into the air, shooting out like a hawk.
All of this was clearly seen by Han Shuo from afar. When he saw the carriage quickly approach the large tree he was on, Han Shuo took a deep breath and focused his cold eyes, tightening his grip on the Demonslayer Edge.
Lucky's expression was still calm as he looked around and said softly, "Let's split up and escape. We'll pass through the houses nearby."
There was no way for Lucky to warn Han Shuo about the timing of his attack in advance. There was no way to teach Han Shuo the timing of his attack in the blink of an eye. Lucky could only let Han Shuo grasp it himself.
Under Lucky's gaze, Han Shuo also took out a robe of similar color and put it on. He followed behind Lucky and approached the brightly lit roof of the hall.
In the beginning, Han Shuo was quite surprised, thinking that Lucky had succeeded so quickly. When Han Shuo focused his attention on the corpse, he discovered that the person was completely unfamiliar and wasn't Clark at all. Messy footsteps quickly approached from all directions, immediately making Han Shuo realize the severity of the situation.
As they slowly approached the hall, Han Shuo's breathing became long and steady, and his heartbeat suddenly slowed to match his breathing. Even the heat emanating from his body changed as he approached the roof of the hall. When they were about to reach the roof, if Han Shuo's entire body wasn't moving, he would've been mistaken for a tile on the roof.
When the two flew to Calvert's house, Han Shuo finally recognized the old assassin Lucky's expertise. A qualified assassin would always maintain a low profile before making a move to assassinate the target. Only at the moment of making a move could the other party sense his presence.
"Mm, let's do this. Be careful for now, Lawrence seems to have appeared in Valen City. He may come looking for trouble with you." Clark's voice sounded, reminding Calvert to be careful.
"Lawrence is only the son of the Empire's finance minister. Isn't he just throwing his life away by coming to Valen City to deal with me?" Calvert didn't mind as he laughed loudly like a great bell.
Lucky had taken a pill, but his body still couldn't reach the level of stealth that Han Shuo had. When they finally reached the roof, Lucky looked incredulously at Han Shuo, very surprised at Han Shuo's extraordinary control over his body.
It was only now that Han Shuo discovered that Lucky was also an assassin with the strength of a swordmaster. A milky white light flashed through the air, disappearing in the blink of an eye as if it had never appeared. An intact carriage was instantly smashed into pieces, and the person inside died on the spot with bloody holes all over his body. The coachman in the front ran for his life.
Numerous arrows whistled through the air, but Han Shuo used the Demonslayer Edge to break through them. He'd flown out of the encirclement in the blink of an eye and landed on a large tree in the distance.
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