Whether it was the flying feathers in the sky, the tall figure, or the final evening bell, these were scenes that only the dying Master of Darius III could see. Araya, who was three meters away, just felt something cutting through the air, and then the head of the opposite party flew into the air. The blood that was no longer restrained scattered like a fountain under the action of blood pressure, and fell at his feet together with the head that was spinning and falling.
"Well, just behead him."
Even Araya was moved by the overly bloody way of killing. Even though he had lived for more than a hundred years and was accustomed to seeing life and death, he rarely saw such a clean and neat beheading. Usually, cutting the throat or carotid artery was enough.
"Just a little personal interest." Assassin's response was bland, as if he had just done something insignificant.
"This kind of interest doesn't seem like an assassin's. It makes too much noise. However, with such advanced concealment skills, it doesn't matter if it makes a little noise."
As Araya said, his Servant has a very advanced hiding skill. From the time of summoning till now, Aassassin has never revealed his true form, just like a cloud of fog. I thought he would show up when he killed someone, but in the end, I still didn't see anything.
If he hadn't been able to sense the connection between the contracts, he would have thought he was under an illusion - the evidence was that Assassin's voice was too similar to his own. Roa and Nero Chaos were already a coincidence, one more coincidence? Araya would rather believe that Assassin used a special voice technique. There was no reason for an assassin who could achieve perfect invisibility to leave such an obvious clue as his voice.
"Thank you for your understanding, Master."
Assassin's voice remained calm, neither showing any joy at the Master's praise nor making any attempt to differentiate.
Araya was not angry about this, but was very satisfied. He had never been a high-profile person, and Assassin's style was exactly what he wanted. Obedient, reserved, quiet, and highly capable - as for not showing up, wouldn't that be better? An assassin who couldn't even see himself, let alone the enemy, would be even more invisible.
It seems that Roa did not lie to him in this regard. He did recommend a Servant that suits him very carefully. He just doesn't know which generation of Hassan Sabbah he is. There is not much information about this mysterious assassination sect, and his Servant is a typical mystic. Araya doesn't want to waste a Command Seal on such a small matter, so he can only speculate based on the limited information.
Of course, while speculating, he did not forget the main business. After the blood gushing from the neck subsided, he cut off the left hand of the corpse, took the severed limb and the Command Seal on it back to a distant place, and handed it to Roa.
At this time, the Immortal War was drawing to a close. With the death of his master, Darius III lost his source of magic power and the basis for his possession, and his strength was greatly weakened. Not only could he not support his proud treasure, the "Immortal Ten Thousand Cavalry", but even raising the battle axe in his hand became increasingly difficult.
It wasn't long before he was firmly bound by the chaos released by Nero Chaos, like a huge black statue.
The largest fantasy beast opened its mouth wide, as if it wanted to swallow the big guy who had defeated the beast herd countless times, but before its mouth closed, it was split into two by someone. It was Roa.
"Nero, I've already told you that if your familiar gets out of control, don't blame me for being rude."
"I told you, it's up to you."
Nero Chaos didn't even look at the phantom beast that was chopped to death. The black torrent rolled back, causing the corpses on the ground and the remaining beasts to return to chaos, leaving only Darius III who was on the verge of disappearing.
Roa shrugged helplessly, walked in front of Darius III, and looked up at the Persian king who was 345 cm tall.
"I'm sorry, Berserker, for treating you this way."
"Defeat is defeat. My life was meant to end in defeat, so it doesn't matter if I fail again."
As the master-servant contract was dissolved, the influence of "madness" disappeared, and Darius III finally regained his ability to speak.
"Give me a quick death, mighty undead, for this is the right of the victor."
"I'm sorry, but that's impossible. If I wanted to kill you, I would have done it a long time ago. Why wait until now? Darius III, it doesn't matter if you lose once. As long as you're alive, there's hope. You should know this best."
The second half of Darius III's life was a life of defeat. He was repeatedly defeated by Iskandar. But despite this, he continued to gather his troops and blocked the iron hoof of the conqueror king many times until he died in battle. That's why Roa said so.
"You want me to sign a contract with your Master?"
"It's not a contract, it's just a transfer." Roa said, taking the severed limb from Araya's hand, "I will be your new Master."
"I refuse!" Darius III said without hesitation.
"Oh? Are you willing to disappear like this?" Luoa asked with a twinkle in his eyes, half smiling.
"Of course I won't."
"Then why refuse? As a Master, my ability is definitely much stronger than that corpse over there."
"It's not a question of ability. I am the king of mankind and will never be subordinate to monsters!" This is the pride of Darius III and also the pride of human heroes.
"It's a pity that you don't have the final say!" Luo A's mouth curved with obvious pleasure, his eyes ferocious and cruel, "This is the real power of the winner. The winner dominates everything."
"You—" Darius III suddenly began to struggle, "you vile monster."
Luo A laughed loudly: "Go ahead and scold me. The more you scold me, the more powerless you are. A familiar that can't do anything without a possession is even worse than a monster."
"It's useless. You can't break free from the 'Soil of Creation' that I spent three hundred lives to refine."
Nero Chaos said this calmly, but it made Darius III struggle even more violently.
"Assassin, please kill me quickly, for the sake of our fellow Heroic Spirits."
"..." Nothing happened. Assassin, who was hiding somewhere, showed no reaction.
"Are you really willing to be with monsters? Do you still have the pride of a hero?"
"Don't waste your energy. How can an assassin who takes the lives of others in the dark have the pride of a hero? Everything is under my control, whether it is summoning Assassin or choosing to contract with Berserker. Assassin has no so-called pride, and Berserker will be "maddened". If you take away your rationality, you will not have any pride left. You can only be stubborn now. In a few minutes, you will not be able to speak!"
Roa said, and covered the Command Seal on the stump with his own hand. With the infusion of magic power, the dull red pattern suddenly became bright.
"Drink the cup and your sins will be forgiven. This is the blood I shed for everyone. This is the blood of the contract..."
PS: Those who like Wang Ha don’t have to worry. Firstly, his status will not drop. Secondly, his personality will not collapse. Thirdly, everything grandpa does has a deep meaning - the hints are very obvious. You are not dead now because your destiny has not arrived. When it arrives, you will know.