CHAPTER 78: CHAPTER 69: FIERCE BATTLE ON A RAINY NIGHT

On a rainy night, in the corridor.

The standing fire bowl, burning with fierce flames, and a cold wind projecting clawing shadows on the gray walls.

The sound of rain pattering.

The splattering blood quickly soaked into the puddles on the ground.

The head that rolled in the mud still wore a faint look of disbelief.

In the courtyard, the assassins who were originally attacking the guards were drawn by the sound in unison.

They looked at this scene, speaking rapidly, and their language seemed similar to Kurdish, likely Persian.

Losa could vaguely discern limited words like "powerful" "big figure" "soon".

Many corpses lay on the ground, all wearing the red and white cloaks of the Royal Knight Order’s soldiers and attendants.

The sound of rain covered the noise of combat, nearby soldiers were either called away or assassinated, indicating the battle had persisted for a long time.

With another burst of hurried discussion, the three assassins nearest the corridor moved in formation towards the three people.

Others seized the moment to launch fierce attacks against the guarding soldiers and attendants.

In a low voice, Losa said: "They want to deal with each of us individually, let’s aim for one each and take them down."

Hans and Prajna nodded.

The latter involuntarily moved closer to Losa.

In the battle, killing the enemy was never Prajna’s main task, even with Losa’s demand, her primary duty remained ensuring Losa’s safety.

This is the duty of a Heavy Guard!

Losa didn’t notice this; his entire focus was on the opponent before him.

A clean-shaven middle-aged man, indistinguishable from any Saracen slave beside a Frankish noble in appearance.

Except for his eyes, resembling a stagnant pool, devoid of vitality.

His speed was quick, in an instant, he closed in on Losa, the short sword in his hand like a venomous snake, aimed at Losa’s abdomen from an exceedingly tricky angle.

But Losa immediately caught the opponent’s flaw, utilizing the length of the Knight’s Sword to attack the enemy’s shortness, forcing the enemy to abandon the offensive and evading first.

It’s commendable the assassins managed to infiltrate; they couldn’t possibly carry long weapons, nor were they accustomed to using them.

The sound of whistling wind arose.

Sharp sleeve arrows shot out from the assassin’s cloak sleeve, Losa tilted his head to easily dodge them.

But when he turned back, the assassin had already stepped into a puddle in front of Losa, dirty water splashing towards Losa, briefly obscuring his vision.

Then.

The edge revealed itself!

The short sword pierced through the rain, aiming for Losa’s chest.

Clang—

Blade collision.

Faced with the enemy up close, he didn’t entertain the thought of attacking instead of defending, swinging his sword to block the blow.

Assassin’s assassins are notorious for their fearless bravery.

Losa’s Armed Sword swept away the short sword from the assassin’s hand, momentum carrying forward, cutting towards the assassin’s sword-wielding arm, forcing him to abandon the attack and dodge sideways.

Anyone facing such a fearless opponent would lose some courage.

Losa as well, he didn’t want to trade injuries with a Death Warrior, had to let go of this hard-earned killing opportunity.

Not far from Losa, another assassin was knocked away by Prajna’s Shield during the attack, their attempts easily thwarted by Prajna, giving up the futile offensive.

Hans had already dealt with his opponent.

A corpse split open down the middle, blood and organs spilling all over the ground, emitting a pungent smell of blood.

Hans’ face showed some astonishment, he never thought just a bottle of potion, his swordsmanship improved to such an unimaginable extent.

All the experiences accumulated from days and nights hacking wooden stakes with the Knight Order were suddenly integrated, producing such exquisite swordsmanship, beyond what the opponent could match.

The assassins exchanged a glance, their previously dull faces showing an unusually serious expression.

"Grand Master, their target is the Crown Prince, we must stop them!"

One attendant with dark skin and typical Saracen features, shouted in imperfect Gaulish.

Crown Prince?

Is it Baldwin V?

Sibilla Princess’s and her former husband’s son?

Losa almost instantly realized the seriousness of the situation.

Currently, the tussle over the throne surrounding Princess Sibilla was actually more about who could become the Crown Prince’s stepfather.

Because the Crown Prince is still young, unable to govern on his own, once Baldwin IV passes away, the Crown Prince’s stepfather will legitimately become the "Regent King".

In the almost ten years until the Crown Prince matures and can govern on his own, the Regent King is equivalent to the King.

If the news of the Crown Prince’s death came when Baldwin IV was already critically ill.

The conflicts between the Noble Faction and Empress Faction will immediately escalate to an irreconcilable point, because it’s already at the brink where a fight is inevitable.

The King’s Faction, always neutral, will surely not survive the struggle unless Baron Goffrey explicitly states he won’t enforce Baldwin IV’s will to marry Sibilla off to Belian.

Already scentless ties among the Crusaders, would no longer have a chance to unite.

"The guards are already struggling, we must quickly deal with them."

"Prajna, don’t worry about my safety, don’t forget I have your and Furin’s talents, they won’t kill me easily."

Losa reminded.

The next moment, the assassins almost simultaneously reached into their sleeves, taking out a wooden bottle and gulped down the liquid inside.

Veins bulged from their skin, muscles swelled, their previously dull faces instantly filled with a rich evil energy.

That’s the energy of not hesitating to perish with the enemy, dying together.

Their momentum surged.

The guards who were already struggling immediately found it hard to withstand the assault, had it not been for the advantage of armor and weapons, they would have been broken through by the assassins already.

Is it a magic potion?

Be it speed or strength, these assassins had significantly improved compared to before.

One assassin, even with an arm chopped off, fought silently and fiercely, seemingly discarding pain altogether.

Once again, three assassins charged towards them, it was clear they were desperately fighting to buy time for their companions.

Slash—

Losa’s Armed Sword drew a large gash across the opponent’s chest, blood seeping through the torn linen fabric, but without hesitation, he pounced on Losa again.

If it had been someone else, facing such an aggressive enemy, fear would be inevitable.

But crimson light shot from Losa’s eyes.

With a Spiritual Power reaching as high as sixteen points, the powerful explosion of magic power erupted, Bloodfall fully activated, boosting his arm strength dramatically in a short time.

Clang—

Sword broken!

The Armed Sword bisected the assassin’s half face, sliced across his throat and half of his chest before the momentum spent itself, piercing the ground.

He didn’t want to control the enemy’s blood to unleash a combo like Furinjira, his magic power was limited, having already consumed part for Bloodfall, couldn’t perform spells like Blood Spear.

In the rain, Prajna’s black figure flew, surrounded by a chilling aura.

A chainsaw-like rotating shield attacked multiple times, calculating the enemy’s approach angle, when the next rush came, the side shield became an edge, bisecting the advancing assassin straight through the middle.

This time, Hans had much more ease dealing with the enemy.

Exquisite swordsmanship allowed him to easily suppress the fearless assassin, the superior Basic Attributes further crushed them in all aspects, achieving easy victory.

Meanwhile, the remaining assassins had just breached the first line of defense.

"Kill them, no need for captives!"

Assassin’s assassins fearless in death, dreaming to extract the mastermind behind them from their mouths is impossible.