Before the day after tomorrow, at dawn, five members of the Assassin Alliance came to Ferdinand III’s castle and stood in front of Ferdinand III who had not slept all night.

　　 They are all wrapped in black cloaks, underneath the cloaks are hidden unbearable weapons, everything from lime to dark arrows.

　　 These assassins all have the breath of the goddess of the night, which shows that they are also the people who are favored by the goddess of the night in the assassin alliance.

　　 Demonizing such a character, it seems that the goddess of the night is very willing to make money this time.

Among 　　 assassins, the head is naturally the black dagger I saw last night.

　　 His head has been straightened, but a red line can still be seen on his neck.

　　 It is difficult to recover from the place that has been burned by psychic energy, and the other party basically grows well in one night, indicating that the other party has used some secret elixir.

　　 The black dagger bowed to Ferdinand III, and then said politely: "We are here as promised, with flowers and wine, don't you need to welcome us like a friend?"

　　 "We are just partners, not friends." Ferdinand III said coldly.

　　 "Ah, that really makes me sad, I feel my heart is breaking. Can you give it a kiss?"

　　 The black dagger exaggeratedly covered his chest, and then with a violent force, he took a beating heart out of his chest.

　　 He was showing off his heart triumphantly like a little boy, but after discovering that Ferdinand III had no response, he had to put his heart back in slanderously.

　　 When he stuffed his heart back, a little assassin couldn't help but laughed.

　　 "Hahaha, the broken heart is just a metaphor, he actually took out his heart and laughed at me!"

　　 "Shut up, you idiot!" said another tall assassin next to him.

　　 "It's an idiot who says someone else is an idiot!"

　　 "You all shut up!" Black Dagger roared in dissatisfaction.

　　 After teaching his two subordinates, Black Dagger continued to say to Ferdinand III who was wearing white armor in front of him: "We have brought our people. Where is your side?"

　　 "I will go with you myself." Ferdinand III said coldly, "I don't have many talents under my command. Only I can do this kind of work."

　　 The black dagger looked at Ferdinand III in surprise, the corners of his mouth under the mask opened in a twisted arc.

　　 "That's it, I understand. Then you are welcome to join, Sir Ferdinand III."

　　 Six people activated their psionic powers almost at the same time.

　　 In the state of psychic burning, they can feel the passage of time suddenly slow down, which is the performance of their own reflexes being exerted to the limit.

　　 The distance of three kilometers was quickly crossed by them, and they came to the front of the dungeon almost at the same time.

　　 After stepping into the scope of the dungeon, Ferdinand III immediately felt the erosion of the laws of **** on him.

　　 reduced the consumption of psychic energy. He allowed flowing water-like psychic energy to surround his body to prevent the laws of **** from corrupting him.

　　 He doesn't want to become a fallen person because of this.

　　 But other assassins have no such concerns.

　　 They directly let go of their psychic energy, letting the laws of **** begin to erode their bodies, causing them to slowly transform in the direction of the devil.

　　Once they are successfully transformed into demons, they will have human psychic powers and demonic bodies, and have the ability to kill and then upgrade, thus becoming the most important piece of the Dark Goddess in hell.

　　 Looking at the five assassins who breathed like fish returning to the ocean, Ferdinand III began to calculate the current strength comparison.

　　His practice system is a knight system, and his strength levels are divided into trainees, knights, grand knights, and grand masters, corresponding to the cannon fodder, elite, generals, and monarchs of the devil, respectively.

　　 Although the physical strength is not as strong as the devil, in the fully psychic state, knights and demons of the same level can still fight back and forth.

　　 Assassin is not good at playing frontal, if he is in a fully psychic state, he is confident that he can resist three assassins at the same time.

　　 In the case of five assassins teaming up, he is confident that he can escape, but he may pay some price.

　　 And he still has to spend his psychic energy to resist the laws of hell, so a long battle is not good for him, and if he has a chance, he must fight quickly.

　　 After all, his goal is not only to explore the dungeon, but also to kill these five assassins.

　　 While Ferdinand III was thinking about it, the other five assassins had already begun to act.

　　 They carefully checked the surroundings, carefully looking at the surrounding environment, not even letting go of any grass or trees.

　　Exploring dungeons is a high-risk job.

　　 There are people who are full of brains, muscles, and hardworking people; there are also insidious and cunning, who like to use conspiracy and weird existence.

　　 Interpreting the story from the environment and interpreting the opponent’s character from the story is a compulsory course for every assassin.

　　While the assassins checked the environment, the players also saw the performance of these assassins through the mushroom signal sources placed nearby.

　　 "The opponent has stayed at the western entrance, and seems to be observing the surrounding environment. The opponent has found the mushroom, and the opponent has walked away. It's fine. There is no problem with the mushroom disguise."

　　 "Are they wearing tight-fitting leather suits? This art has a good aesthetic. You can add a chicken leg."

　　 "The opponent has entered the number one position, Brother Stripper, can you move?"

　　 took off his clothes and looked at the images of the six invaders in the air. After a moment of reflection, he said, "Pure Love, the target is the one in white armor. As far as possible...this time... to escape immediately..."

The player next to 　　 looked at taking off his clothes, feeling that the other party's voice became more and more stuck, becoming more and more stuck, until finally disappeared completely.

After 　　, he took off his clothes as if he had lost his soul, and stood there blankly, no longer moving.

　　 "Brother Stripper, what's wrong with you, what's going on?" A player hurriedly rubbed and took off his clothes. After a while, he rubbed it into an isosceles trapezoid, and then he rubbed it into an equilateral triangle.

　　 But no matter what he tried, he took off his clothes and didn't move anymore.

　　 "80% of the line is faulty." The weak chicken on the side said thoughtfully, "The location of the stripper is a bit remote~lightnovelpub.net~ Signal failure is a common occurrence."

　　 "Then what shall we do, the commander-in-chief is gone, this team battle can still be fought!"

　　 The weak chicken man coughed, feeling that it is time for him to become famous.

　　 "Don't worry, everyone, leave it to..."

　　 Before he finished speaking, the director on the side immediately stood up and said: "Yes, leave it to me!"

　　 The weak chicken man was stunned.

　　Brother, you might as well give it to a monkey!

　　 At least the monkey will look for food when he is hungry, but you will only look for the butt!

　　 But other players are not like the weak chicken man who knows the director's bad deeds.

　　 In their opinion, although the director has been making bad films, he is responsible for the whole plan of setting up the scene, so he should know the plan of taking off his clothes.

　　 Therefore, they looked at the director expectantly: "Director, can we trust you?"

　　 "Don't worry, I will not disappoint everyone's expectations. I will complete the task absolutely 100%."

　　 "Don't be so confident!" The weak chicken man couldn't help but vomit, "Why are you such a bad film maker?"

　　 "It seems that the chicken doesn't trust me." The director thoughtfully.

　　 "Nonsense, my IQ is normal."

　　 "Then let everyone choose, believe me, or believe in the weak chicken man."

　　 A group of players looked at each other, then moved silently, standing behind the director.

　　 Several fans of the weak chicken man also took a picture of the weak chicken man: "Brother chicken, it's not that we don't believe you, but if you play League of Legends Fried Fish Pond, you can kill 0: 12 deaths, we can't believe you."

　　 Heart-struck, old iron!

　　 The weak chicken man looked at the group of players helplessly, and then sneered.

　　 Forget it, let's see how you end up.