The witch thought I am a Demon God
Chapter 601 - 336: Linked Magic, Shadows from Various Countries_1

Chapter 601: Chapter 336: Linked Magic, Shadows from Various Countries_1

The ’coachman’ spoke out with a low tone, "Young man, not everything should be further investigated. Some dust of history has already been laid to rest, and the matter settled. If you insist on uncovering their coffins, you’ll bring trouble upon yourself."

Ivita sat in the carriage, "Fair enough. That’ll save me the trouble. Tell the person behind you, if he can give me a viscount’s territory, then I’ll stop digging."

His words, definitely a probe, were also earnest.

Because there were priorities in handling affairs, Ivita’s primary objective was to amass an entire earl’s territory.

Ivita was originally waiting for a reply, but after a moment, there was no noise outside the carriage, as if the person had vanished.

"Hmm?" Ivita raised an eyebrow as he stood in the carriage, suddenly feeling a chill run down his spine.

Wait a minute...

He quickly spun around, only to find that his former spot was pierced by a dagger. The blinking, cold light of the dagger layered into a long blade, like the blade of a sword.

This was an assassin’s skill!

But not a skill of the Small Brotherhood of Trustworthiness!

A low voice echoed in the carriage, "A viscount’s territory? Your appetite is too large, there’s no need to continue this conversation. As long as you live, you will inevitably dredge up past affairs."

"So, please, go to hell."

Ivita’s eyes frosted over.

Where is his opponent?

The previous dagger skill was very much like an assassin’s skill, but it was completely different from the assassins of the Small Brotherhood of Trustworthiness he had met before.

In a small corner in the southwest direction of the carriage, a blood-red glow emerged. Upon closer inspection, Ivita discovered that the light was formed from the glow of blood red coins.

’The death of all things in the world must involve blood, blood is the origin and destination of everything, blood is the most potent essence in the world.’

Ivita quickly understood, this was one of the three abilities of an assassin - martial arts, shadow manipulation, and prayer type skills.

’Blood-worship Prayer!’

The next moment, a blood-red dagger shot out from the southwestern corner of the carriage.

The Destroy Magic cloak on Ivita automatically blocked it.

’Clang~’

With a tremendous noise, his Destroy Magic cloak was pierced, and the dagger shattered into fragments, scattering inside the carriage, creating a fearsome storm of blade fragments.

Ivita believed that this was also calculated by his opponent.

Fighting inside the carriage, launching a ’Blood-worship Prayer’ attack in the enclosed space, and then calculating that his dagger would inevitably be shattered by his magic, the broken fragments of the dagger inside the carriage became the most terrifying weapon.

But his opponent had underestimated him.

The ’coachman’ spoke out in a low tone. "Your territory, we will arrange everything, letting those closest to you inherit it. Please meet your death...Ah...What’s happening? When did you grab my leg?"

The Destroy Magic cloak automatically wrapped around Ivita, while at the same time, the coachman in the corner was horrified to find his left leg tightly gripped by a hand of mana that was nearly materialized.

The hand of mana broke through the earth, emerged from the soil, pierced through the carriage, and then silently grabbed his leg.

As an assassin, a classic high attack but low defense profession.

Once caught, it is a sign of death.

But such a grand movement, there is no way he wouldn’t have heard it. How could he, who had undergone listening training, ignore the noise under his feet?

Wait a minute.

The assassin suddenly remembered something. Yes, during his entire encounter with this young man named Ivita, there was only one chance to deceive his ears and achieve this feat.

It was when he deliberately detonated his dagger, causing a sword fragment storm in the entire carriage.

In that instant, the entire carriage was filled with the sound of metal collisions.

It was then.

He had shot himself in the foot.

The assassin had a sudden realization, but to seize this opportunity was extremely difficult.

This was mainly because Ivita’s reflexes were extremely fast.

Ivita lifted the man with a hand of mana. This Throwing Magic that had followed him all the way had evolved and was now incomparable to its previous versions, but its current evolution was very subtle.

It seemed like it was evolving in the direction of becoming corporeal.

Ivita wasn’t sure if it was an illusion, but he felt like the giant created by this magic was slowly becoming alive, only one step away.

The assassin was harshly thrown out.

Several sounds of fracturing bones echoed as the assassin landed on the ground, his two legs broken.

Ivita immediately got out of the carriage and followed, "Speak, who are you, who sent you?"

The assassin struggled to his feet, then suddenly broke into a mocking smile.

Then, he let out a wail, and the black veil covering his face automatically fell off. But it was meaningless, because his face had already undergone severe deformation, making him look like a monster.

The veins all over his body were bulging.

Ivita was slightly taken aback, because he recognized this transformation. This was the transformation of the Blood Race!

This assassin was actually a vampire!

Ivita had an epiphany. If he’s a vampire, then he can likely guess where this guy came from. "Wallachia Duchy! You come from there, and if the hidden hand behind ’Raise the Black Flag’ was mostly the Wallachia Duchy. Since the Duke of Wallachia is a vampire, he has a long lifespan, and therefore one of the people behind the scenes must have been the Duke of Wallachia."