[Slow Wear] Assassin System

You are all the exceptions in my life

Does Heavenly City have weapons that can easily destroy a district?some.

Can anyone other than Wang Zhongren open the protective cover of Tianshangcheng?cannot.

But the current Heavenly City is like a fragile baby that has been stripped of all its protective shells. All keys have been unlocked, all military weapons have been locked, and all emergency plans for escape and fall have been activated.

Today's Tianshang City is like a dying person who has written a will and is only waiting for the last moment.

Farhad received the message when Muawiyah lost consciousness. Miao Xuan has been in constant video chat with him for five years, and even ordinary friends can see the reunion every New Year and the anniversary of Xuan Wei's death. Miao Xuan's thoughts, let alone Farhad.

With a teacher like Xuan Wei, Farhad knows what is right and what is wrong, but he was born without the tenderness and empathy of the Xuan family's mother and son. He is exactly the same cold and paranoid as Khalida. Despite his strength, Farhad still chose to watch the empire collapse coldly.

But now, his Zilong is about to leave this world, since his last wish is still to protect the ants on the surface, so why not agree to him?

Since you want to give them an equal right to live, then I will let the rebels easily set foot on this capital; since you want to give the slaves a free life, then I will withdraw all resistance.

As for my life, it has long been yours.

This is really, the last exception, huh?

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Mu'awiyah boarded the Heavenly City with General Xuan's personal guards.

When the admiral is not around, a mere adjutant can hardly get the authority to leave, let alone with the personal guards, and he is not even an adjutant now.

At this moment Mu'awiyah was extremely grateful for all the spy skills he had learned. He used some dirty methods and finally achieved his goal.

An ominous premonition churned in his chest, he knew why he was flustered, and an unprecedented sense of urgency pressed him tightly.

"Sir!" The guards in the cockpit reported, "The key to the Heavenly City has been released! We haven't seen the guards!"

Mu'awiyah turned around abruptly: "What?"

The guards let go of the operation screen: "...The Heavenly City is now wide open, what's going on! Is it an enemy attack?!"

"Go forward!" Mu'awiyah strode forward and started the engine again, "Go forward immediately, don't slow down! Go straight to the palace!"

A military assisted pilot was puzzled: "But the no-fly rule—"

"Follow the matter urgently! Immediately!" Mu Aweiye slammed the screen hard. He tightly held the dark red handle of a snake-shaped dagger in his left hand. This is his weapon. When he was by Xuan Zilong's side, he never A weapon that has no chance of ever being used.

No one disobeyed Mu'awiyah's decision, and the aircraft directly broke through the sideline at an extremely fast speed and headed towards the palace.

The aircraft that suddenly appeared in the sky city where flying is prohibited successfully caused panic among the people. If it wasn't for the coat of arms of the military region painted on the aircraft, it would have caused more than just panic.

Maybe the defense forces that are already in a mess now will be alerted because of this.

Mu'awiya rubbed the dagger, and could only silently say "faster, faster" in his heart

Farhad the madman!How could he make such a decision so easily!How selfish, how cruel...

As for Xuan Zilong... who bears the pain of slaying the king and killing his friends, he will never be comforted by the monarch who readily agrees to die...

On the contrary, your Excellency will probably be driven crazy by now.

Mu'awiyah smiled wryly in his heart.

This time, he really fell.

Regardless of the cost, Muawiyah quickly descended to a gate of the palace, and the ship directly crushed the exquisite and beautiful garden here. Muawiyah deftly stepped out of the palace the moment the cabin door slid open. The ship flipped up and fell to the ground, perfectly explaining what it means to be a top spy and part-time assassin professionally.

Holding a dagger in one hand, he ran all the way and saw empty corridors and banquet halls. There was no one in the extravagant buildings, and all the doors were completely open.

Mu'awiyah's heart grew colder and colder as he walked, until he finally reached the only gate that was not open-the gate with a relief praising the sun, and it was the place where the highest power of the empire gathered.

The palace of the king has finally arrived.

Mu'awiyah couldn't hear anything at this moment, he could only feel the blood gurgling in his veins, his rapid breathing, his chest that seemed to be torn apart, and his heart that was being pinched hard.

He raised his left hand and pushed open the door with all his strength——

"Clang clang!—"

The snake dagger that Muawiya had never let go of for decades fell to the ground.

The crisp sound of metal falling to the ground resounded, bringing waves of echoes in the spacious and beautiful hall, as if the only vivid sound in the world.

It turns out that your back doesn't need my protection at all.

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The inheritance that Griffith obtained not only allowed him to build a base under the desert of death, but also allowed him to construct an aircraft ship.

Since five years ago, the rebel army has begun to manufacture aircraft ships, and now, it is time to test their power.

Disguised as a funeral caravan, the rebels flew from all directions towards the Celestial City.

"My lord, our first troop entered the southwest successfully!"

"Access to the Second Northwest Troop!"

"There is no garrison in the southeast! Is it a trap?!"

"Neither in the Southwest!"

Griffith frowned severely: "What's going on?"

Camilla on the bridge of the ship gritted her teeth: "No! None of them! All the guardian forces of the Heavenly City have been revoked!"

Lou Yun stood on the edge of the monitoring platform, breathing more and more rapidly.

The news that went too smoothly came one by one, and Griffith felt strangely uneasy: "It's all true news..."

"My lord..." Lou Yun raised his head suddenly, his eyes were red, and his voice was hoarse, "The funeral is not for the Queen Mother, it is, it is the joint burial of the monarch and the queen... He is crazy! They are all crazy!!"

Griffith raised his head abruptly, looking at Lou Yun who was in a daze.

He heard himself ask softly, "What did you say?"

The cockpit fell into condensation, Camilla checked the information network with trembling hands, Lou Yun rubbed his eyes and lowered his head, not knowing what he was thinking, the huge floating screen reflected the plain square outside the palace, huge white roses were everywhere , Exaggeratedly like a desert composed of roses.

The poignant beauty makes people despair.

At that moment, Griffiths couldn't think of anything, his mind went blank, leaving only the word "joint burial".

Slowly, the man's voice sounded in his mind bit by bit. He thought he had forgotten all about it long ago, but he didn't expect that he could remember every word so clearly.

……

back off, you're in the way

i won't kill you

No reason

I am Xuan Zilong of the Shu nationality

because you asked me for help

Want to take my life?not now

I am still Farhad's gun and that will never change.

……

I don't know where the cheering sound came from, Griffith thought in a trance, it seems to be from his companions?

Someone pushed his shoulder hard, and he heard his sister laughing in a crying voice: "He's dead! He's dead! Hahahahaha! He's dead! Griffiths! He's dead!"

Ah...he's dead...

I should have thought of it a long time ago, aren't they the contractors...

Camilla ran to her brother, but was stunned.

Griffiths had already burst into tears, but his eyes were not filled with joy, but extremely complicated anger and sorrow.

"What's the matter... Griffiths... what's the matter?" Camilla grabbed her brother's hand.

Then she heard her younger brother talking to himself, "Your life should be mine..."

Camilla: "What, what?"

Griffiths: "...you don't know anything."

You used to be the one who made me, now you are the one who ruined me...

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a moment ago.

Miao Xuan walked through the long corridor, as if he was reliving the experience of first coming to this world.

The majestic golden hall, the grand corridor surrounded by crystals and gems, is decorated with the palace like the bell of the god of heaven.

He finally came to the last door—the one with heavy carved reliefs.

The stalwart sun god holds the sun, and goshawks and leopards surround the sun.

Miao Xuan gently opened the door as if he had just arrived there for the first time.

In that highest position, still sat the man.

The same military uniform, the same thick emerald green eyes, the same arrogance and disdain.

This leopard-like man smiled slowly at him.

He clasped his hands and rested his elbows on the armrest of the throne, as if returning to the first scene of Miao Xuan's memory, he said, "Zilong, come to me."

Holding a gun in one hand, Miao Xuan walked slowly towards him. When he reached the first step of the throne, he knelt down on one knee.

He looked up and saw Farhad clearly.

The setting sun just shone on Farhad's body, outlining his facial features that were originally chiseled by knives and axes, and made them more stern.

Miao Xuan: "Your Majesty, I'm here."

"Don't you want to come to my side?" Farhad propped his face with one hand, looking at his lover who was also clearly outlined.

Miao Xuan: "..."

Miao Xuan: "I will always be your gun, as long as I am alive, I will not let anyone offend your glory."

"Even if I want to destroy this world? Even if I have already destroyed half of it?" Farhad looked up, looking at the long, empty corridor behind Miao Xuan.

Countless people have passed here, royal families of other nations, nobles of Shomsang, servants, and slaves. Their blood soaked every inch of the land here, leaving behind countless souls who could not be freed until death.

Miao Xuan put one hand on the ground and looked straight into Farhad's eyes: "Yes, I will always be with you, whether it is glory or sin, I am willing to bear it with you."

Farhad looked him in the eyes.

Those black black jades actually reflected his shadow in the setting sun.

It turned out that he was like this in Zilong's eyes... that's great, the last thing Zilong remembered was his most handsome appearance now.

Farhad was suddenly very happy, so he also smiled. He stood up, looked down high and knew that he was still serious about Miao Xuan at this time, maybe he didn't know it at this time, his eyes could actually So unbelievably gentle.

Farhad: "Then Zilong, you have to bear half of my sins."

Miao Xuan pressed his chest with one hand, the position of the heart: "Yes."

"Don't you think I chose a very good day?" Farhad said, "Today's funeral is not only for my mother, but also for me and you."

Miao Xuan understood: "Yes."

Khalida is dead, and Farhad is finally willing to call her "mother."

Without a mother, Farhad only has his mother Xuanwei and his mother Khalida in his life.

Farhad lowered his head and looked at Miao Xuan's eyes for a long time, so lingering and crazy, as if he wanted to hang him with his eyes.

After a long time, he finally said, "Come on, Zilong."

Miao Xuanfan raised his gun and hesitated for a few seconds: "Your Majesty... Fahad, can you hug me again?"

Farhad asked back: "Step down from my throne?"

Miao Xuan nodded lightly, and then he stopped waiting for Farhad's answer, and thrust the spear through his heart with a backhand.

Blood splashed, left along the spear, and dripped thickly on the ground.

His blood is exactly the same as those who died here, it is bright red.

Farhad also covered his chest.

The death brought about by the contract was slow but gentle. Although there was no pain at all, he could clearly feel the sound of his heart breaking.

A fishy sweetness slowly rises in the throat.

He gave a low laugh, and then let out a long sigh.

Farhad staggered down the steps of the throne, and also knelt down in front of Miao Xuan.

Miao Xuan didn't have the strength to support himself for a long time. Now he is strung on the gun, all supported by the gun body.

Farhad stretched out his hand, clasped the back of the sharp gun's head with one hand, and put his Zilong and Zilong's guns into his arms.

Miao Xuan only felt his body warm up, so he slowly relaxed his body and closed his eyes: "...Thank you."

Farhad lowered his head, looked deeply at the person in his arms, watched him close his eyes, watched his dependent and grateful smile, watched his thick and trembling eyelashes slowly regain their calm.

He lowered his head and kissed Xuan Zilong's still warm lips like biting a prey.

Good night, my queen.

Step off the throne, just step off the throne... This time, it is really the last exception in my life...