This is a good opportunity for you Raven Feathers.

Help me get rid of this person, and this territory can also accept your deposit in the future. Your job opportunities will increase dramatically, how about it, think about it?

It's just an eighteenth-level knight, can't you take it with your crow's strength?

Those words flowed through George's heart. They were like a trickle of silk that eventually converged into a pool of water that plunged him. Until a moment before the start of the operation, he did not feel that the task was too troublesome. Just like that person said, with the strength of the Demon Crow, eating an eighteenth-level jazz is not a side dish, but it is not difficult to swallow.

And now he knew that it was simply a flame that could not be eaten. Because if you barely eat it, you'll only get it blown up.

There are two more fog crows, but they are smaller. The purpose is not to kill, but to simply detonate the shadows formed by the flames. The last Hokage remained, blasted by George's frantically shot Misty Feather. After the explosion, the fog cleared the streets. The air here is hot and dry, like a desert under the raging sun. Georgie felt his face twitch, and the muscles on his face were a little uncontrollable, so they formed a hysterical smile.

The smoke from the explosion was blown away, and George saw two charred corpses, the brothers Cade and Keg. Then he saw Allen, who had two more knives in his hand. One is long and the other is short, the long blade is as black as ink, the ink is so rich that it seems to be about to drip off the blade, but the position of the handle is wrapped with a white strip of cloth, and the contrast with the blade is so strong that it is dazzling; The short one, which was held in the palm of Allen's backhand, and the knife that extended from the palm of the hand was short and narrow, and the tip of the knife was thin and pointed, like a bayonet. The body of the knife was blood-red, as if it had just been drawn from the human body, and the body of the knife was still sticking to the blood with body temperature.

Black and red, long and short. Simple and deep, it brings the breath of death to the face.

The black blade was nailed to Elaine Furi's chest, and the woman who was usually full of explosive power was now like a cat curled up in a clump of laziness under a winter sun. One of her smooth arms was still gripping Allen's trouser legs, but the man sat down on the ground with a hunched body. The black knife went through her chest, one end in Alan's hand, and the other dripping red blood.

It was a woman's blood.

She approached Eren silently, but the heat and flame created by the Hokage's explosion shattered her ability to stealth. When she saw Eren's eyes smiling like flames, all Elifuri could do was to use all her strength to stab the poisoned dagger in her hand into Alan's heart as quickly as possible.

But the black knife was like a poisonous snake, burrowing into her body faster than her, and so it was over. She didn't even know when the dagger in Alan's hand turned into two knives of different lengths and colors.

Of course, she didn't know that it was a hymn to death, a gesture of demon praise for the third order of awakening. The black knife is long and thin, and the red knife is short and sharp. There are almost no frills on them, and they are simple in style, intense in color, and pure to the extreme, which is another kind of beauty.

Alan pulled the black knife out of Elaine Furi's chest, and it was as light as air, cutting through the woman's muscles, bones, and nerves without hindrance. Without the support of the blade, the lifeless corpse fell to the ground. In the remaining afterglow of the ground around her, Elaine Furi's skin became dry and saggy, as if she had aged dozens of years in the blink of an eye.

And her vitality, her blood essence, poured into the black blade like a tide at the moment of death, and the demon praised and feasted.

Alan looked at George, who was the last killer. Level 20, which is not a bad skill, but that's it. George, who is level 20, is not even a threat to the current Allen.

Even though he is only level nineteen.

"Kill him...... Kill him! George shouted, his pupils dilated with fear. He stretched out his hand to Allen, but the man quickly backed away. In the backward sight, the buildings on the left and right kept jumping down the road figures, and the twenty killers arranged in the street rushed towards Alan like a tide, and their suffocating figures quickly covered Allen.

But it was soon shrouded in a puff of mist.

In the black, deep fog, wisps of red light flashed from time to time. The mist spread and spread, drowning and devouring the killers of Raven Feather. The fog was churning, and the screams of the killers were constantly coming from within. These well-trained killers, George didn't know what they encountered or what they saw, so they let out these frightened cries.

The world is still going backwards.

The churning fog chased after it like a nightmare, and from the spreading fog, a killer suddenly rushed out. He held out his hand to George, as if the drowning man was trying to catch a life-saving piece of wood. There was an urgent anticipation written in those eyes, and the mist was chasing him behind him. Soon, streams of black mist that shimmered red entangled him again. Those rolling air currents were like demonic hands holding the killer.

George could clearly see that the skin on the killer's face was rapidly losing its luster, it was loose, yellow, and dark spots floating. As if the years were stolen in an instant, the killer suddenly aged by dozens of years. The originally thick hair quickly withered and fell off, like an old tree that had lost its leaves in late autumn, and the body was full of old decay.

He was eventually dragged into the fog.

The mist spread, occupying every corner of George's vision. By the time he could react, he was shrouded in mist. Those ubiquitous breaths crawled all over his body like thousands of insects and ants, and tried to drill into his body. George shouted, popping out the fog feathers, trying to explode the death-summoning fog, but Yiqiē's efforts were in vain.

George shouted hysterically, "What the hell are these things!" ”

"Decaying Mist......" Allen's voice came from the depths of the mist.

George followed the voice, and a faint flush appeared in the deep fog, followed by Alan's figure. Alan walked through the fog, his figure looming in the mist. The long black knife in his hand was gone, and the remaining short red knife flowed with a layer of luster like blood from time to time. Alan walked up to George's side, crouched down, and looked at the man who had completely lost his senses: "They make everything decay, condense the long time of death in a snap of a finger." Here, is the realm of death. ”

"The realm of the Grim Reaper?" George raised his hand, instinctively pushing Alan away. Suddenly, he saw the back of his own hand, and at some point, his skin was crawling with wrinkles. Blood vessels floated up like cyan earthworms, and there were yellow patches on them: "No, no, no! Oh, no. It shouldn't be like this, it shouldn't be like this......"

The battle in the streets finally caught the attention of the city guards, and by the time a squad of soldiers arrived, the fog that had corrupted everything was shrinking. They tumbled violently, retracted, and finally gathered in Allen's palm, reforming the long, thin black knife. Alan was carrying the black and red double knife, and at his feet and behind him, there were corpses.

Without exception, these corpses were all old people in their seventies and eighties.

George wasn't dead yet, but his face was as wrinkled as the bark. He sat blankly on the ground, as if for some reason Alan had let him go. Alan bent down and whispered in his ear, "Go and sue Sù Ryced if he continues to provoke me." Then you are a reflection of his future. ”

After saying that, he straightened up, and Eren passed by his side. George heard the soldier asking, "Sir Allen, are you alright?" ”

"Nothing, just a few annoying bugs." There was not a hint of anger in Alan's voice.

That kind of indifference made George feel cold.

The next day, the sharp sound of the whistle could be heard from time to time throughout Ark Harbor. Lucy leaned against the window, and Alan complained to Allen, who was sitting on the couch behind her and reading a thick book, "It's really noisy, when will they stop?" ”

"I didn't know Count Gilles would react so violently." Alan spread his hands, looking innocent.

This morning, after learning that Allen was attacked last night. The Earl of Giles' reaction can be described as furious, starting with the dismissal of the guards, captains, and their superiors who had been on duty last night. Several officers were thrown into prison on the grounds that because of their dereliction of duty, the closest allies of the Count of Gilles were attacked, and it happened right under their noses.

Following Gilles' request for a thorough investigation, the Blood Pupil Mercenary Group, which is responsible for the security of Ark Harbor, has been given the highest level of execution. So a team of guards rushed into several docks, various hotels, and bars. But all those who had some problems were taken back and interrogated, and the sound of the whistle did not cease from morning onwards.

This uproar lasted for three days.

On the morning of the fourth day, Allen boarded the Sea Dragon, a merchant ship bound for Violet Harbor. Only a handful of people returned to Storm City with him, except for Lucy and Adele, only Regis and Belmode. Others, such as Roy and Bloy, remained in several important cities in Castle of Dawn and Bauhinia Collar.

At nine o'clock, the merchant ship took anchor and departed from the mountain pier. Alan held the guardrail on the side of the ship and stood on the deck looking at Ark Harbor from afar.

"Reluctance to leave?" Lucy next to her pulled her hair that was blown away by the sea breeze and looked at Alan.

"How so." Alan smiled: "We will come back, but when we come back, it will be different." ”

At this moment, an abrupt bell suddenly sounded from the direction of Ark Harbor. The low, long bell echoed through the city and floated to the sea. Hearing the bell, the people on the ship stopped no matter what they were doing. People pay close attention to the frequency of the bell, which eventually turns into a silent sigh.

Alan also sighed softly and bowed deeply in the direction of the city.

It was a death knell, and the ringing of such a bell could only mean one thing.

The Count of Oban is dead!

The story continues, but there is no longer the man who wants to revive the family.