Having a powerful lord as a father figure, what's wrong with just wanting to draw cards?

"You little thief! You killed the Kingsley family patriarch; you can't get away with this now!"

"Surrender and we won't kill you immediately. If you wait for Mrs. Kingsley to punish you, you can live a little longer."

Domi completely ignored the fat man's nonsense and instead looked around habitually.

Aside from the numerous guards, the gentlemen and ladies who had been in the hall were now hiding at the entrance of the wall, standing on tiptoe and peering curiously in this direction, completely devoid of their earlier panic.

That's true, with so many guards, who would panic?

Keep looking...

What a coincidence! He even saw Morey and the woman who looked seven-tenths like him back then—it really was his mother.

The mother and son were snuggling together, watching the scene like everyone else, but Morey still hoped that Domi could escape.

The enemy is in position, the predicament is in position, and the audience hoping for his victory is in position. Now, let him also put on a show of fighting against a thousand men!

Ignoring the increasingly severe side effects, Domi changed her breathing pattern again and drank eight bottles of energy potion in a row.

"Does Kingsley dare to control my life and death?"

"I think you have absolutely no idea what's going on!"

His imperial engine started running at overload again, his face turning red as he squeezed out the last bit of power that surged through his body.

"The end of the world is coming! March towards the end of the world!"

This time, he didn't transform into a scarecrow, but instead appeared in his original form, jumping into the guards and fully unleashing the Fear Domain!

Compared to releasing 'fear' alone, 'Scarecrow' will keep him suspended in a floating state, making him move faster and the range of fear is larger.

The more dangerous the situation, the more important it is to calculate all available resources and maximize the effectiveness of every single drop!

The moment he jumped into the crowd, the guards around him were stunned, completely unaware of what this dark thing was.

Before they could react, spiked fists had already pierced their bodies, the powerful impact pulverizing their soft and fragile internal organs!

The black fist went in, and the red fist came out.

Each strike can completely incapacitate a guard or even kill them.

The only thing to be thankful for was that the 'qi' in his dantian doubled after the battle at the foot of the mountain.

That's enough for him to cover two fists.

And so, relying on his short stature and shadow-like movement techniques, Domi moved in and out of the guards three times, as if he were in an empty place!

His entire body became a tool for killing enemies.

A whip kick to trip someone, followed by a karate chop to the neck, will kill them instantly.

In addition to these, there are techniques such as twisting off heads, smashing leg bones, crushing internal organs, quickly striking vital points, choking someone with a chokehold, and dislocating bones through contortionist techniques...

Domi has become increasingly skilled in using his assassination techniques, which he has already developed to a certain extent.

Assassination skills proficiency increased.

Assassination skills proficiency increased.

……

[You are wreaking havoc! Villain value +3000... +3000... +3000...]

Soon, the once lush green grass was stained crimson with blood by the corpses scattered all over the ground.

The guards fell one after another like wheat in a rice field, and the speed of the killing terrified many more guards.

When did even a kid become so fierce?!

Just as the guards were losing morale and retreating, the fat man couldn't stand it anymore and dropped the bombshell:

"No need to capture him alive! Kill him! Whoever kills this little thief will receive ten gold dragons! Everyone who helps will receive one gold dragon!"

Upon hearing this, the guards who had initially intended to retreat brightened up.

That's a golden dragon! It's enough for several months' salary for them.

They grabbed their weapons and, as if injected with adrenaline, launched a counterattack against Domi.

He charged forward recklessly, rendering his fear field largely ineffective.

The narrow passageway became a meat grinder, and even as people died one after another, those who were blinded by greed continued to rush forward.

Gradually, Domi's movements became increasingly sluggish, and he sustained more and more knife and gunshot wounds, not to mention the more frequent blunt force trauma.

My vision began to blur, my eyelids grew heavier and heavier, and my brain gradually gave up thinking.

"Are the side effects coming so soon...?"

This side effect was the sum of two previous side effects, and its adverse effect was enough to make him faint on the spot.

The reason he has persisted until now is still that passion to fight against a thousand men.

But it won't last long either.

The fat man seemed to see a glimmer of hope and shouted loudly:

"This kid's about to give up! Ten golden dragons are right in front of him! Charge! Charge like mad!"

Chapter 50, Page 49: We are assassins

The guards' swords, spears, and halberds magnified and slowed down infinitely in my eyes.

If death were imminent, Domi didn't want to sit idly by and wait for it.

He raised his already exhausted arm once more, clenched it into a fist, and charged forward like a mantis trying to stop a chariot!

However, the imagined collision did not occur.

At that moment, countless figures dressed in black robes fell from the rooftop at the same time, their robes fluttering in the wind, and a flash of cold light appeared on their wrists!

They landed silently on the guards' heads, the hidden blades in their wrists swiftly slicing across their necks.

With a swift stroke of the knife, a life is lost.

When no one knew what had happened, there were no guards left standing in the narrow passage. Their light blue armor had been replaced by uniform black robes, protecting the unconscious Domi in the very center.

The black-robed man closest to him showed his chin to Domi; it was the comrade who had given him the advice. His lips moved, and although he didn't utter a sound, Domi could understand what he was saying through lip reading:

"Young Master, we've come to pick you up."

Upon hearing those words, an inexplicable sense of security instantly filled Domi's heart. He finally closed his eyes in peace, muttering something under his breath as he did so.

"At least you guys still have some... conscience..."

Then he collapsed onto the grass with a thud.

At the gate of the mansion, the more reinforcements who had come to their aid were still unaware of what had happened when a group of men in black robes descended from the sky and slaughtered all their companions in an instant, as easily as killing chickens.

"Black robes... an assassin... it's Beiluo Shimen!"

"Bloomfield is slaughtering us! They're going after Kingsley!"

The fat man, being well-traveled and knowledgeable, quickly recognized them and shouted in panic.

The guards immediately considered fleeing, but when they retreated back to the gate of the wall, they found a man in black robes blocking their only way.

His black robe didn't look significantly different from others, but if you compared it to a white sheet of paper, you would find that his black robe was even purer and deeper, like a bottomless abyss that devoured everything.

But the guards, already on edge, didn't care about anything else.

One of the stubborn kids couldn't wait to get away from this troublesome place, so he grabbed his longsword and charged forward with a shout!

"Get out of my way!"

They came with great force, but were deserters who were afraid to fight.

"Oh?"

Altaïr drew a plain, long rapier from his waist and held it diagonally in front of him.

"It's been a long time since I've been looked down upon like this. You're a warrior, so... I'll grant you a dignified funeral."

"Advanced Light Magic - Spear of Eternal Night's End".

In an instant, his rapier shone with a dazzling light that reached the heavens!

The brightness even exceeded that of the afternoon sunlight, making it impossible for people to open their eyes.

"This this……"

Ironhead slumped to the ground, ignoring the pain in his buttocks; his eyes were now fixed on the blazing lightsaber.

The next second, Altaïr vanished from his spot, the arc trailed by the lightsaber piercing through his head and ricocheting back like a ray among the remaining guards.

People couldn't even see his back clearly; only the light that passed through everyone's necks still faintly appears to this day.

When the light completely disappeared, all the guards, along with the Kingsley tribesmen who were just watching, fell to the ground.

If you examine how they died, you'll find a charred hole in their necks, through which you can see the view behind them.

It was as cold as it could possibly be.

Of course, Altaïr didn't kill indiscriminately; he only killed members of the Kingsley family, while their relatives, friends, and guests were spared.

Morey and his mother also survived.

With the Kingsley family's threat now completely eliminated, and with a gesture from Altaïr, all the men in black robes left in an organized and disciplined manner, leaving behind only a chaotic battlefield.

When Morey ran over to look for Domi, he found nothing; all he saw were the corpses of the guards and the Kingsleys.

Places that were once inaccessible are now off-limits even to dogs.

He returned to his mother's side helplessly, on the verge of tears.

"what happened?"

The frail mother still kept a close eye on her son's every move, as if she wanted to witness his growth a little longer in the final moments of her life.

Morey helped his mother walk step by step towards home. His eyes dimmed slightly as they passed the spot where he had arranged to meet Domi, but he still forced a smile.

"No, it's nothing. Oh, Mother, I found six bronze eagles on the road today. Let's have something nice to eat when we get back!"

“You silly child,” the woman said, looking at Morey with a mixture of reproach and affection, “you should return the money you find to its owner, it might be important to them too.”