I Can't Be the Head of Chaldea

Clang!

At close range, the Demon God's hand swung towards Du Lin's neck, and was repelled by a scarlet spear. At the same time, Du Lin's Dirge Dagger sank into the abdomen of the cursed wrist.

Chi!

The dagger of elegy pierces into the abdomen of the cursed wrist, and the instant death resistance released from the dagger tries to erase the invisible spirit that has seized the consciousness of the cursed wrist. Suddenly spread from the temple.

Beep, beep——!

It was as if a ripple of breath began to spread in the hall, and then stopped abruptly.

"Are you an idiot?" Scathach withdrew his spear expressionlessly, and glared at Du Lin in his red pupils: "You guys don't intend to dodge at all, do you?"

"No, I think you will help me block. After all, Olga sent you to protect me." Durin responded.

Scathach clenched the Deathspear Spear tightly, she was just annoyed at this point, why did he have to help himself when he could dodge this attack by himself.

But at present, it is not the time to observe this.

Scathach stared at the stabbed cursed wrist, and said in a low voice: "The collision just now has disappeared, should it recover?"

Du Lin hummed: "Almost."

The next moment, I saw the body of the curse wrist suddenly staggered, and the body shook with a few steps.

Feeling the pain from the abdomen, as well as the hand of the demon god that he didn't know when he had used it, he froze on the spot and said in a confused tone: "This is..."

Du Lin pulled out the dagger expressionlessly: "Your consciousness has been taken away, are you okay now?"

"...my belly."

"To prevent you from attacking us again, it is better for you to be injured for a while now." Du Lin expressed that he did not intend to heal him.

Cursed Wrist: "Uh..."

"So--"

Facing the statue of Assassin at the front of the hall, Du Lin said lightly, "It's not a shame to control the old man in the mountain behind him."

"There is nothing disgraceful. The 'Old Man in the Mountain' is such a group. If the contemporary old man in the mountain is not qualified, he should appear in this temple to offer his head. When one's own assassination skills start to regress, it is the arrival of 'death'. When he turns the assassination into begging for mercy, it is the moment when his life ends. He is prepared for this."

"The consciousness of the curse wrist was deprived by me, but the body was prepared to defy the priest."

The curse wrist lowered his head: "I'm very sorry, the first generation of adults..."

"You are so dull, Cursewrist. To follow my test without hesitation, in order to be killed, instead of me personally descending to bring them death?

Naive, naive!You think too superficially.

I am the man of the mountain, the gatekeeper of the underworld, and the person you brought is also the "protector of the underworld". I cannot kill him easily! "

Curse Wrist breathed a sigh of relief.

Du Lin chuckled: "Now you should believe that I am not the emissary of the Lion King, right?"

"No—you are undoubtedly the emissary of the Lion King. Your body is engraved with the glory of the Lion King. However, your soul is also protected by the power of the master of the underworld."

He invisibly told about the two green hats on Olga's head.

"However, you really surprised me. The power of the underworld's blessing can be derived from the death characteristics of the underworld. Carrying the power of the underworld in the posture of a living person, I have to say that you are really an anomaly."

Du Lin didn't care about his words, and asked the statue of Assassin in front of him, "Aren't you going to show up?"

"Of course, although I said that the dead are robbing the rights of the living, but you have already died once, and the gatekeeper next to you is also the guardian of the corpse.

In the face of the upcoming war, the dull man with the curse arm is ready to give up everything and die for you.So naturally..."

While talking, suddenly from behind the door of Du Lin and others, the sound of iron boots stepping on the floor sounded. Du Lin turned back involuntarily, and Skaha turned back a second before him. , can't help but be surprised: "You are..."

Du Lin was also stunned.

Only a tall figure with blue flames all over his body, a skull mask with horns on his head, iron armor, a sword in one hand, and a huge shield in the other appeared in front of Du Lin.

"What, that expression of 'coming out from behind the door'? I didn't admit that the statue you saw is my body.""——The voice of the first mountain old man emerged from the armor.

"Welcome to the Temple of My Soul, I am Hassan Sabah, the Old Man of the Mountain."

Well, this concept of appearance and magic wrist, tranquility, and appearance is almost completely up and down. It is simply the king of Hassan.

Du Lin was stunned for a moment when he saw this face, and the previous image appeared again in a trance in his mind.

"It really exists..." Du Lin murmured.

The old man in the mountain: "?"

"Hassan of the first generation turned out to be a swordsman with a shield... No, your body is hidden in the armor, right? You are actually wearing a mecha." Du Lin tried to ask.

"Are you shocked by my posture? You are talking nonsense, you are a person blessed by the underworld. This is undoubtedly the manifestation of my posture!" The old man in the mountain corrected Du Lin's words.

Scathach on the side also exclaimed: "This aura is almost at the top of the rank of Assassin, right? Are you the crown?"

Du Lin was surprised: "No way? No matter how you look at it, this guy is a Saber."

The old man in the mountain did not respond to Scathach's words, but instead glanced at the double daggers in Du Lin's hands, expressing his negation: "Assassin class does not necessarily mean that you need to hold a dagger.

The assassins used to hold various weapons, but later on, the dagger became the most suitable weapon for assassins only for the sake of concealment.Then spread to later generations, basically spread the fallacy that holding a dagger is an assassin.

The essence of an assassin lies in one-hit kills, not sticking to weapons. "