Shadow Warriors, a group of professional warriors who are as old as Assassin, or even older.

They were born in Rome.

In 476 AD, the Western Roman Empire was severed by the imperial guards, queens, Germanic savages, and Huns for more than a century.

The collapse of the fraternal empire made Leo I, the Thracian who ruled Byzantium at that time, felt a huge crisis.

Because the risk of being an emperor in Rome is too great.

In 422 years of the unification of Rome, it was passed down for 82 generations, and 60 people did not die well.

In Western Rome in 1981, it was passed down for 11 generations. 4 people were abolished and 5 people were killed.

In sharp contrast, Eastern Rome, which also stretched for 81 years, experienced five emperors. The four previous dynasties before Leo I were all good deaths, and Leo I's own dignity was also quite stable.

Why is this happening?

The Thracians who started a new dynasty contemplated and finally came to two conclusions.

First, Eastern Rome abandoned the polytheistic doctrine of Western Rome and insisted on the Eastern Orthodox Christian church of the only god.

Second, the emperors of Eastern Rome are more concerned about the centralization of the monarchy, and the emperors of Eastern Rome have more power than their brother empires.

The more critical reason for this is of course the centralization of the monarchy.

Wanting to understand this, Leo I immediately gave up his plan to avenge the brother empire.

Before the brother's bones had become cold, he reached a reconciliation with the empire's archenemy, the Goths. The Goths no longer coveted the land of the Eastern Empire. He also swore to abandon his plan to retake the strong land of the Western Empire.

After solving the external troubles, Leo I began to strengthen the centralization of power, and together with his descendants, spent a dynasty to turn the senate and consul into honorary titles.

Such a move really made the rule of the empire more stable. The four emperors ruled the empire for a total of 61 years. Even after the usurper, Zeno the Great had the opportunity to kill the usurper Vasiliscos and regain the throne. Hands.

It's just that strong centralization will not make the emperor himself safer, because in the face of increasingly powerful imperial power, the emperor has no credible person.

Leo II was poisoned by his parents, stepping on the blood of his parents and sons, Zeno the Great became the supreme of Rome.

So after the Leo dynasty extinct, the great Justinian I, while continuing to strengthen the royal power, prepared a brand-new escort.

This work began when he was adjunct his uncle Justin I.

He chooses outstanding and strong slaves, many of whom are gladiators. He bred them with them, took healthy boys to raise and educate in an isolated manor, then castrated at the age of six, started taking drugs at the age of eight, wearing restraints, and receiving harsh and cruel martial arts training.

By the time they were twelve, the one who survived was the shadow warrior.

These people have no desires, lack of common sense, and have deformed children-like slender physiques, can hide in small spaces that are unimaginable by adults, and show toughness and patience that humans can't imagine.

These people lurked around the emperor for 24 hours, like the shadow of the emperor. Only when the emperor's life is in danger will they show up and show their strength and loyalty.

From a certain point of view, they and Assassin actually have a lot in common, such as superb martial arts, inhuman athletic ability, concealment skills integrated into the bone marrow, professional and skilled killing methods, and so on.

However, in the long history, the two groups are similar in type, and professional armed groups with different functions have not had large-scale conflicts. The emperor of Eastern Rome was never the target of Assassin's assassination, and the shadow warriors would never leave their emperor.

Their origins began after the inheritance was severed.

As the Eagle's Nest City and Constantinople were destroyed one after another, Assassin became a sword of desire. The shadow warrior, with the eastern nobles fleeing westward, stood out from the vast number of guard types, and gradually became the highest-end shield for the high-ranking nobles to maintain the safety of their families.

Is the sword good? Is the shield strong?

In the long years of two to three hundred years, Assassin’s remaining veins and the shadows of the lost emperor have never stopped killing in the invisible and unknowable secrets. Both sides have suffered huge losses and made the other side painful. The price.

Henna had an encounter with the shadow warrior when she was practicing with her father.

At that time she was only 10 years old, and the target was a marquis of the Austrian Golden Fleece Knights.

In addition to her and his father, Assassin also had two strong players who were not inferior to his father in terms of strength. The Marquis had two shadow warriors to protect him.

The tragic fight is silent.

Without the knowledge of the people in the manor, an Assassin was strangled to death in the ceiling compartment, and a shadow warrior died with the incoming shadow warrior when he was poisoned in the wine cellar.

The father followed his companion's bones and killed the attacking warrior on the top of the bookcase in the large library. He was also seriously injured. Only then did he abandon the goal that was close at hand, and returned to Egypt with Hina, who was in charge.

So Hina had only "encountered" the shadow warrior before, and now, today, is the first time she has seen her natural enemy with her own eyes.

Shadow Warrior Zanin...

Henna pursed her mouth, took a half step back, lunged and folded her knees.

Her lunges are loose and loose, but her feet are not moving like raw nails. At the same time, her upper body is swaying and swinging rhythmically at an indistinguishable range to the naked eye, and her center of gravity is constantly adjusted, making it impossible to predict her next movement.

The shape of her hand is also completely different from the stretch and softness of the past.

The left hand holds the short blade upside down, and the curved arm straightens the knife. The tip of the knife is forward, fists and eyes protect the heart. The right hand is stretching forward, locking the opponent like a javelin, straightening to face.

Both swords are in front, both arms are on the offensive.

The left knife and the right arm form two parallel lines of different lengths, which rise and fall within a limited range as the center of gravity changes, like broken wood floating on the sea, giving people a strange, stiff and dull feeling.

This is of course an illusion.

Even in the face of a rival in the shadow, Henna would not foolishly throw herself into dangerous tension and hesitation.

Her muscles are still slack, using slack to assume a stiff posture, just like cats arched their backs and grinned before the war. It was both a deterrent and a preparation for war.

Zanin actually received Henna's threat.

He straddled, lowered, and swayed. The deformed arms, which were slender and out of proportion with the body, splayed backwards like wings, and the shiny curved hook tips swept the air, making a whirring sound of wind cutting.

"It's a wonderful encounter, Miss Assassin," he said. "The shadow is on the offensive side, but the killer is on the defensive position."

"Then you just get out."

Henna lowered her eyelids, crossed him, and stared at Nacion behind him, ready to go.

"A competent killer will not stand in front of anyone, and will only try to take my life when I kill someone."

"It's really an interesting proposal." Zanin gave a ugly smile. "Although it is funny, it can't be executed. Nacion is the owner's precious treasure. His skills are very useful to us. I can't let you kill. Kill him."

"Then shut up, the fight is... the fight!"

Henna's body stopped swinging and sank, like an out of control spring, suddenly activated during the sinking process and shot out.

She strode forward, stabbing the right knife with the sharp tip, and swinging the left knife with her chest.

Zani approached the front without showing any weakness, and the two iron hooks crossed in front of him, easily hooking Hina's straight stabbing without any fancy, expanding her chest, locking tightly, pulling outwards, and sealing Hina's left knife attack. route.

Unexpectedly, Henna abandoned the knife.

At the moment when the short knife was locked, she abandoned the knife straight away, and followed the force of Zani's traction, using the right leg that was moving away as the axis to spin.

A sharp spin!

Her broad coat spread out like a flower. I don't know when to stop the momentum, turn around, and the handle of the left knife hit the bronze bell next to her heavily.

Hum!

The frantic sound waves exploded, and the sound smashed into the quiet night, hitting the eardrums of the three visitors from the clock tower like a heavy hammer, even Hina was not immune.

But after all, she was prepared.

Enduring the nausea and the loss of sense of direction caused by the stirring of the brain, she lifted her foot on the guardrail of the bronze bell and jumped out of the bell tower.

Shocked and dizzy, Zanin's eyes were blurred, and all the scenery was presented in a twisted whirlpool, making him even want to stand upright.

He saw Hina jump out of the bell tower, and the limited part of the brain that could sustain her thinking kept shaking the alarm bell to warn him that Hina could not jump to death.

But what is her purpose for doing this? What is relying on? Where is the agency that guarantees mobility?

Got to find out!

He squinted like a drunkard and looked carefully in the arch window where Hina jumped off the building.

Once, twice...

As the dizziness faded slowly, he finally found a clue.

A piece of string...

"Behind!" Zani yelled at Nacion, who was shocked and dull.

Henna rose from the arch window that Nacion was leaning against.

Holding the sling and stepping on the wall, she flew across the vertical wall with a pendulum motion, breaking through the restraint of gravity like a flying angel, and rose from the night sky outside the building!

The sling is tight!

The tight sling pulled Henna back. She loosened the sling, touched the throwing knife in mid-air, and raised three straight shots at Nacion's throat.

Zani couldn't do anything because of ~lightnovelpub.net~ He flew up, but couldn't catch up with the flying knife. He could only watch the flying knife pierce the shoulder of Tonacion and let out a sound of a sharp blade piercing into the body.

Three shots and one hit.

Under the interference of dizziness, Henna's flying knives only hit one, and perfectly missed all three vital points of the eyebrows, throat, and heart.

Pulled by the rope, she flew close to Nacion, Zanin grabbed Nacion's collar before she made up the knife, and flew into the wide open stairway.

Hina fell to the ground of the clock tower and was slammed against the stone arch window by inertia, and she couldn't help letting out a muffled grunt.

"Escaped..."

She clutched her shoulders regretfully, and staggered to stand up.

"Forget it, as long as you dispose of the hunting soldiers, a shadow warrior in the area, life and death doesn't matter..."

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