"Hahahaha! Tyrant, go to death, for the innocent people who died at your hands!"

Feeling the truth of the short sword in his hand, the Assassin knew that his treacherous assassination plan had succeeded, and laughed happily, without even the slightest intention of running away, intending to accept the arrival of death.

To be precise, he knew that there was no way he could escape, so he was ready to give his life for a long time.

Perhaps in his opinion, being able to exchange his life for the life of an ambitious tyrant is simply the work of a legendary hero.

But in reality, he is just a poor worm deceived by heroic stories, an idiot who is used by the great nobles and the royal family without knowing it.

"No! I will not die! I am the chosen one! I am destined to do great things and build a vast empire. And you're just a clown, a clown who doesn't think much of yourself!!"

Kirwin was visibly enraged, and he endured the sharp pain in his chest, and his whole body trembled slightly involuntarily.

He could feel that as the bottle of potion went down, an unprecedented surge of vitality was rapidly flowing through his body with the blood.

Strength!

Endless power!

At the same time, there is unbearable pain and suffering!

Although his broken heart was still spurting blood, he was not weak at all, but had the strength to grab one of the Assassin's arms, and with a little force, he tore it off.

Bang!

"Ahhhhh!!!h

The assassin screamed and flew more than ten meters away, slammed into the hard wall, opened his mouth and spewed out a mouthful of blood, and fell directly into a pool of blood.

In the horrific collision, he not only lost an arm, but also broke his spine, his legs did not obey at all, and his internal organs were also extremely badly injured.

Inhuman power!

All the bodyguards and soldiers who had regained their sight, as well as those who rushed in from the outside, couldn't help but look dumbfounded, and even forgot to deal with the dying captive.

"Why the fuck aren't you smiling? Give me a smile!!!"

Apparently with no intention of sparing the assassin, Kirwin stepped forward, picked him up with one hand, and with the other he tore his mouth to the base of his ear, revealing a mouthful of blood-stained teeth.

At this moment, he was so excited and tyrannical, tasting the wonderful taste of torturing the enemy with his own hands.

Although the pain of the physical changes has not gone away, he has learned how exciting it is to have power.

If you have power, you don't have to fear anyone!

Don't worry about the stabbing that may happen at any time!

And you can also enjoy the thrill of killing on the battlefield!

"Calm down, sir, this Assassin may know something, and we'd better keep it alive. Believe me, after half an hour at most, the torture officer will torture you with all the information you need. A vassal cautioned.

It was not difficult to tell from the look of horror on his face that he was full of fear at the sudden change in his allegiance to the lord.

"Ahh Now, take him away, remember to inform me after the torture, I will deal with him with my own hands. Kirwin casually threw the dying captives to the ground and let the guards take them away.

His movements were so relaxed that he didn't even forget to pick up a handkerchief and wipe the blood stains on his chest and hands, as if it was not himself who had been pierced through the heart just now, but another person.

"You...... Your wound?!" The vassals pointed to the place that had completely healed, and opened his mouth wide to speak.

But Kirwin replied disapprovingly: "This is a gift from the great master! From now on, no one can easily kill me, even if I cut off my head, and if I put it back on, I will be restored to its original state quickly." That's right, I possess the legendary immortal body. ”

"Immortal, my God......! Don't you don't need us anymore?" asked Je Baba, the head of the bodyguard in charge of daily security.

"No! of course not! I still need you. Not dying doesn't mean you can't be defeated, and I'm not yet self-conscious that I can defeat all enemies alone. Alright, now tell the servant to prepare the bath water, I need to take a bath to wash away the strong smell of blood. Also, no one is allowed to spread the word about what happened today, understand?"

With these warning words, Kirwin waved his hand impatiently and motioned for everyone to stand down.

He needed a little privacy right now to test what level of strength he had just gained, especially the all-important regeneration ability.

"As you wish. ”

The bodyguards and the guards who rushed in hurried out of the room, not forgetting to organize the servants who wanted to wipe the blood from the floor and walls.

After everyone had gone out, Kirwin closed the curtains as fast as he could, locked the door, drew the saber he had with him, and carefully cut a few millimeters deep in his palm.

Normally, a wound as deep as this would 100% cause a bleeding scene.

But this time, not only did he not shed a drop of blood, but the wound healed automatically as soon as it appeared, so fast that there was no chance for blood to flow out.

Astound!

Agitated!

Ecstasy!

Kirwin simply couldn't find enough words to describe his current mood.

He never dreamed that his mysterious master would be so generous.

In order to figure out the limits of his body, he repeatedly underwent tests on self-harm, as well as strength and agility for the next half hour, and the results were surprising.

Not only does it have monster-like recovery abilities, but it also has a level of frontal combat that far exceeds that of the most powerful knights under him.

As long as he wants, he can get the opponent's weapon out of his hands with a single blow, and if it is a heavy weapon such as a war hammer, axe, chain hammer, etc., he can also instantly shatter most of the wooden and iron-clad shields, and smash the shield bearer into a meatloaf together.

"Hehe! This is the gift I want to get the most besides rights. Thank you, generous host, and one day I will return this thank you with interest......"

In a muttered voice, Kirwin quickly hid the sinister smile that had disappeared for a moment, returned to his usual normal appearance, and left the blood-soaked room and headed for the bathroom.

Ambition is an addictive poison!

Tyrants, without exception, have a strong desire to be unwilling to be subordinate!

Now, the two things have become one, creating an increasingly inflated heart in him, so that he is no longer willing to be a puppet.

But interestingly, Kirwin didn't understand what he was going to face at all, otherwise he would never have had a similar thought......