87 Killing (2/2)

Janson’s relentless attack was supported by his great defensive capability!

The flail was just a few centimeters away from Lucien’s back.

Janson looked at Lucien with a cruel smile on his face, but surprisingly, this skinny little bastard smiled back at him.

The dark knight immediately realized the great danger. Fiercely leaning back his body, Janson tried to avoid the second round attack.

Palmeira’s Frost Blades. Three sharp ice blades targeted Janson’s throat, heart and waist.

Since they were too close to each other, by the time Janson started to tilt backward, the blades had already arrived.

While the one targeting his heart was stopped by the tough muscle in his left chest, the other two blades cut his throat and his abdomen wide open. His blood spurted out but froze instantly.

At the same time, Lucien quickly covered his body with a layer of moonlight to take the attack of the flail. While the flame and acid were blocked by Lucien’s Moonlight Armor, the lightning went directly through and struck him.

Janson and Lucien fell onto the ground at the same time. Lucien was paralyzed by the lightning and he felt both pain and itch in his body.

Bang! The flail fell to the ground from Janson’s hand as well.

Rough and muffled groans came from Janson’s throat. Lucien could see that the fresh blood was still running out of the big man’s body.

A few seconds later, the groans stopped. Jason’s eyes were still wide open, filled with anger and astonishment.

Lucien stood up with great effort and finally stabilized his legs. Slowly, he approached Janson’s body and broke the savage’s neck, just in case.

Luckily, his tactics worked. By hiding his Blessing and the magic item Ice Revenger, Lucien pretended he was nothing other than an ordinary sorcerer apprentice. If Janson had not underestimated his enemy, Lucien would be in big trouble.

Then, without any hesitation, Lucien came to the squires who were trying to stand up from the ground with dizziness and decisively wrenched their necks.

He purposefully saved Tim for last.

”I beg… I beg your mercy... Please!” cried Tim, crawling on the ground.

”Mercy?” Lucien sneered, ”When the innocent people were begging, where was your mercy?”

A pair of cold hands reached Tim’s throat, and the fingers slowly tightened. Finally, there was a crack in Tim’s neck.

Now Lucien held no more fear and hesitation toward killing, since in this world, people like him had to either kill or be killed.

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Picking up the heavy flail, Lucien started to attack the five bodies to destroy the evidence.