Annelotte's magical barrier was as fragile as an eggshell in front of Naibil's finger of death.
The dark red energy impact broke through the two almost invisible magic shields on Regna's body without any hindrance. Just when Regna was about to be instantly obliterated by the finger of death, a burst of black smoke erupted from Regna's body. Emitted from the body, and Regnar disappeared directly under Naibil's eyes.
The ferocious smile on Nabil's lips was quickly replaced by shock and fear. He turned his head with difficulty, trying to see clearly what was happening behind him.
Regnar panted violently to replenish the energy consumed in the past few seconds. He gently pulled out the flaming blade, fearing that he would hurt Naibir again if he moved too much.
He didn't want Naibil to die so easily. In Regner's eyes, immediate death was a form of forgiveness for Naibil, but he didn't want to forgive the murderer who took away the lives of Gerhard and Minnie.
"How is this possible..." Naibir said with difficulty.
The finger of death just now could obviously hit Regnar, but this guy came behind him at the moment of death. Not only did he avoid the fatal blow, but he was seriously injured.
Did Regnar's speed explode at the last moment? impossible! No one can be so fast, not even the warriors of the Holy Domain!
Is it teleportation? Is it an instant displacement technique? Less likely! Is this kid not only a high-level assassin but also a mid-level mage? Moreover, Naibir didn't feel any magic fluctuations just now. How on earth did he do it
Regnar had no intention of satisfying Nabil's curiosity. He grabbed Nabil's collar with his right hand and threw him against the wall with an upside down kick.
Naibir's back came into close and passionate contact with the wall of Gerhat's house, and the violent impact caused the high-level mage to cough up a mouthful of blood.
But before he could react, Regnar threw two flying knives, piercing Nabill's hands and nailing them to the wall.
With the mage's hands closed, Naibir cannot complete the spell-casting action, making him a much smaller threat. Although Annelotte said that there are also super magic skills such as spell fixation that can eliminate the need to cast spells, Regner believed that the archmage had reached the end of his life. Now, it's his turn to pay off his debt!
"Because you are strong, you killed the Gerhart family. And I am stronger than you. Now, it is my turn to control your destiny." Regnar slowly walked towards Naibir holding two weapons. Under the dark night, the high-level mage could not see Regner's expression clearly, but his eyes shone with fear as if he had seen a ghost.
Regnar lifted the flaming blade and slowly pierced it into Nabiel's arm.
Not much blood flowed out of Naibir's wound, because the flame burning effect of the Blazing Blade sealed the blood vessels in the wound. But that doesn't mean the pain will slow down.
The high-level mage let out a heart-rending scream, and his vocal cords seemed to have healed at this time.
Regnar listened to Nabil's wails with some obsession, and then continued to exert force on his hand. The flaming blade circled around Nabil's arm under his control.
Regnar grabbed the wound on Nabiel's arm with his right hand, and then tore it hard. A large piece of flesh on the high-level mage's arm was instantly torn off, revealing the dense white bones.
"Hahahahahaha!" Regnar laughed crazily again, and he casually discarded the piece of flesh on Naibir's arm as if he were throwing away a piece of garbage.
"It's so enjoyable!" Regnar licked his lips excitedly: "The feeling of tearing apart, the sweet wailing, the pleasure of dominating a high-level mage! It really makes me obsessed, it seems like I am tearing you apart. Before I had enough fun, I was a little reluctant to kill you!"
"Kill me! Kill me now!" Naibir screamed desperately, even with a bit of pleading in his tone.
"Oh, I won't waste it like this. Believe me, the next few minutes will be the most unforgettable and last experience in your life." Regnar smiled innocently like a boy, but there was a hint of sadness in his eyes. Shocking madness and cruelty.
Next, Naibir began to scream uncontrollably. His screams were loud and high-pitched at first, and were mixed with unbearable curses. Then his vocal cords began to become hoarse, and he kept pleading, but he couldn't stop it. After a while, Naibir stopped making any sound, and the whole town was the only sound of flesh and blood being torn apart again and again.
Many of the neighbors around Jerhat were awakened by Naibir's screams. They stuck their heads out of the windows, intending to yell at anyone who disturbed their rest. But after seeing the bloody scene, they all wisely shut their mouths and chose to hide in the room and tremble, while praying that the perverted murderer would not find them here.
After an unknown amount of time, Regnar's eyes finally regained some clarity, and he looked at them blankly. Blood, minced meat, bones, internal organs, and clothes were piled together randomly, emitting a disgusting stench. No one could imagine that such a pile of things had been a single person just a few minutes ago.
Regnar raised his hands. Those slender and powerful hands were covered with blood and minced meat. Even the devil's claws had never been so ferocious. Regnar's whole body trembled, and then he regained his composure again. He stood up and turned to look at Reed who was not far away, and then slowly walked over.
"No! No! Don't come over! I am Reed Moult, the son of Edwin Mourt. You can't kill me! You don't dare to kill me! Don't come over!" Reed saw Regner's attention. Turning to himself, he didn't know where the strength came from. He kept crawling backwards with only his hands, trying to stay away from the boy who was about the same age as himself but was as terrifying as a demon.
Regnar looked at Reed, who was squirming like a maggot, and recalled the miserable scene of the Gerhart family, and anger burned from the bottom of his heart again.
"I remember what I said before, if you are prepared to get hurt, you can come to Meteor City to cause trouble for me. But if you cause trouble for Gerhard, then be prepared to die! Have you forgotten? Or, do you already want to die?" Regnar said as he walked.
"You can't be the opponent of the Secret Eyes! If you kill Nabiel, they won't let you go! You're dead! Don't come here!" Reed said incoherently.
Regnar grabbed Reed by the neck and lifted him up: "It's not your turn to decide whether I die or not, but you are determined to die today."
"No! No! You don't dare to kill me! I am Reed Moult, I am the son of the mayor!" Reed said with difficulty. Even though he was choked half to death, he did not forget that he still had a father like this A backer.
"Oh, the mayor seems to be here." Regnar turned his head and looked around. There were dense and rapid footsteps on the street. It seemed that a large group of people were coming.
Edwin was extremely anxious. He knew something was wrong after hearing the noise coming from the direction of Gerhart's house. But he was not an idiot, and he was definitely not someone he could easily provoke who could fight against Naibir, so Edwin hurriedly called over all the people Naibil had brought.
Naturally, these followers belonging to the Secret Eyes would not be so obedient. After knowing that Edwin had carried out Nabil, these gentlemen hurriedly ran over.
Edwin couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that his son was not dead, but he was also a little confused about where Naibil had gone. Shouldn't he be with Reed
"Let him go, so you may suffer less." Edwin said to Regnar. He brought more than twenty people over, thinking that he had a full advantage.
Regnar put down Reed, who was about to suffocate, and looked at the people around him coldly.
"Are you Regnar?" asked the vice-captain of the Secret Eyes. Krat's body made his pupils shrink slightly, but he was not very afraid because he had more people.
"It's me, why are you looking for me?" Regnar grabbed Reed's hair to prevent him from struggling.
"We are here to investigate the death of Fars, the Archmage's beloved disciple, under the order of the Archmage Horadric, the vice-president of Eyes of Secrets. It is said that this matter has a lot to do with you. Please come with us. ." The attendant said.
"Horadik? Everything started from him?" Regnar whispered to himself softly, and then nodded: "I did kill Fars."
"Then throw away the weapon and let go of my son." Edwin said quickly. Reed looked at him with aggrieved and pleading eyes. He couldn't bear to let his son suffer anymore.
"Him?" Regnar pulled Reed's hair and said, "But he is guilty. He has nothing to do with the tragic death of the Jerhart family."
"I don't care about Gerhart's death. You don't need to worry about this!" Edwin shouted angrily: "Let him go immediately, otherwise..."
Before Regnar could wait for Edwin to finish speaking, a hint of impatience appeared on his face. He pulled out the flaming blade and cut off Reed's head directly, then threw it in front of Edwin. Regnar asked curiously: "What else?"
Yes, curious. Regnar didn't speak with any provocation or anger, just curiosity, as if killing Reed was as simple and ordinary to him as crushing a bed bug.
This indifference was the most complete contempt. Edwin watched dumbly as his son's head rolled in front of him. Because it all happened so fast, it seemed like it wasn't real.
"Kill him! Kill him for me!" The mayor yelled like crazy. The sudden pain of losing his son made him collapse.
The followers of Mystic Eyes didn't care at all about the mayor's shouts, but in order to complete the Horadric Archmage's mission, they still wanted to capture Regnar, so they drew their swords one after another.
Regnar didn't panic when he saw the other side taking a stance. He stood there relaxedly, and then suddenly said: "Within three months!"
Everyone was stunned, they didn't understand the meaning of this sentence.
Regnar continued: "If any of you can go back alive, tell Horadik that within three months, I, Regnar Dark Elegy, will take his life and ask him to wipe his neck clean and wait for me." Stay!"
Dark Elegy, the title Villes gave him back then, became known to the world for the first time after two years of silence. In the following years, this title spread throughout the Eastern Continent and even the entire world along with various bizarre legends, becoming a term that everyone talked about.