Assassin's Chronicle - Chapter 263

Chapter 263

A group of people attending the funeral were crossing the road from a side road . A man around thirty years old walked in front . He wore a white gown with a viscount badge on it . He looked sad . A group of people dressed like farmers followed him . Four of the farmers carried a coffin . Crying came out of the coffin .

Slanbrea slowly got off the wagon . He frowned as he watched the group of people . The viscount saw Slanbrea as well . The privilege he enjoyed as viscount had taught him what Slanbrea’s priest gown meant . That viscount was shocked . The farmers behind him stopped as well . They whispered in groups .

"Excuse me, who is in the coffin?" Slanbrea raised his voice and asked .

"Master, it is my son," the viscount answered with respect .

"Then what are you going to do to him?" Slanbrea asked .

"Master, my son had serious disease . The doctor in the town told us there is no cure for him . He could only live for a few more days . I do not want to see him being tortured by the pain so I want to…" the viscount said, his voice tailing off .

"Don’t be silly!" Slanbrea looked cold . "Open the coffin . Let me take a look . "

"Yes . " The viscount looked surprised and excited . He turned around and yelled at the farmers . "Why are you standing there? Hurry up! Put the coffin down and open it . Hurry up!"

"Slanbrea is spreading the glory of the God of Light again," Bruzuryano said, smiling . "Let’s get off . "

Anfey and his group had different looks on their faces . In fact, in order to have their own religions better known and convert more people, every religion claimed to be able to help with the pain from disease . The followers of the Goddess of Nature were no different . To be more specific, Bruzuryano, even though he was a religious person, did not constantly talk about his Goddess .

The coffin was pried open quickly . The crying stopped for a second and became even louder . It sounded like he was crying to protest the fact he had been dropped . Slanbrea slowly walked up . There was a baby laying in the coffin, wrapped in black linen . He only had a small face exposed . The baby looked pale . He was so thin that his cheeks sucked in and his face was full of wrinkles .

"How old is he?" Slanbrea asked .

"A little over a year old," the viscount said .

"You are so cold," Slanbrea snorted .

"Master, I do not have other options . I only have one son . " Looking deeply sad, the viscount timidly answered Slanbrea .

Slanbrea bent down and careful picked the baby up in his arms . His smile looked so loving . Hundreds of sweet words were no better than actually helping by actions . Slanbrea understood it as well . There were principles in his religion that travelling priests needed to offer help whenever they saw things like this .

Anfey jumped off the wagon after Bruzuryano . He looked around first and laid his eyes on Slanbrea . Suddenly, a slight yellowness caught Anfey’s eye . After getting connected with the Heart of Nature, his vision had become very sharp . Anfey could sense things that others could hardly see . He could clearly see things far away from him . Right now he clearly saw the calluses on the baby’s heel, a thick layer of calluses .

Anfey immediately realized something was wrong . He jumped forward and yelled in anger, "Be careful!" Before he finished his warning, Air elements gathered quickly on his palm . He shot out the spear made of Air elements .

Slanbrea, as a priest of Light, was not that great in a physical fight . His reaction time was very, very short . As he heard Anfey’s warning, he tossed the baby in his arms into the air immediately without any hesitation . However, at the same time, the baby grinned like an adult . A cold silver light came through the black linen and thrust at Slanbrea’s heart .

Blood splashed . Slanbrea was hurt . He stepped back while that weird baby floated in the air . The baby tried to chase after Slanbrea . The soaring spear made of Air elements flew at the baby, which bought Slanbrea some time . It was enough time for Slanbrea to cover himself under a Light Shield . Thick vines even appeared in front of him . Some vines wobbled towards the baby while the rest tangled together to create a green protection wall . This was the magic released by Bruzuryano .

"How could this happen? You are not my son . You are…" That viscount suddenly jumped up .

The baby wriggled out of the vines . He passed the viscount with a cold silver light . The head of the viscount had been tossed in the air .

The farmers in the funeral procession were startled . They did not know what was going on . That baby did not care about killing them . He floated in the air and suddenly shot high in the sky . He successfully escaped the chase of vines and ran away . As he ran, a strong gust shot at him . The baby waved the knife in his hand to block the arrow flying at him . The arrow’s speed was as fast as a flash of light . The Wind Blade on the arrow hit the baby . A light blue light flashed . A layer of blurry light countered the Wind Blade .

The baby’s body was too small and too light . Although the Wind Blade did not hurt him, his body could not help rolling backwards in the air . When he finally steadied himself, he saw Anfey pull the bow again from about a dozen yards away .

"Stop!" Anfey said calmly .

The baby’s body froze there . At this moment, whoever moved first would put himself in a disadvantaged position . If Anfey shot first, the baby might be able to dodge the arrow and run away . If the baby moved first, the arrow could cause serious damage to him . The magic shield had been ruined by the recent attack . He did not have the shield anymore .

At the same time, Suzanna, covered by combat power, approached the baby from the side to pose a greater threat . Bruzuryano coldly stood behind Anfey . He did not want to attack the baby in a group, so he only released magic once . A weird light flashed in the baby’s eyes . A hardly visible surge rushed at Anfey . Anfey did not move at all . He loaded the arrow and firmly pointed at the kid’s chest . The telepathy attack at this angle could cause no damage to Anfey .

The baby looked pained . He wobbled and fell to the ground . The counter for his telepathy from Anfey made him lose control . At the same time, Suzanna swung her sword into an arch in the air, thrusting at the baby’s shoulder . Anfey also let his fingers go . An arrow shot out fast .

The baby screamed as if his life depended on it . However, this kind of noise could not be used as a weapon to hurt his opponents . Suzannas’ sword thrusted into the baby’s left shoulder, pierced through his body with force, and came out at the right shoulder . Anfey’s arrow got the baby’s chest and created a big bloody hole on the left chest .

Anfey put the bow back into his Dimensional Ring . He turned around and yelled, "Let’s go . We’ve got to return on the same route we came here . Let’s go . Hurry!"

"Wait . Take his weapon," Slanbrea said in a low and depressing tone . He added, "Be careful!"

Anfey was shocked for a second before he took the sword from Suzanna . He thrashed the sword at the baby’s arm and cut it off . He pointed the sword at the hand and pierced it through the right hand of the baby . If Slanbrea asked him to be careful, he definitely had to be careful . He did not want Suzanna to do something so bloody like this so he did it for Suzanna .

The four druids with Bruzuryano had rushed over, trying to hold Slanbrea, but Slanbrea did not appreciate it . He pushed them away and stubbornly stood there . As a top power, he had his own pride . Even though he was hurt, but he did not want others’ help . The priest’s ripped gown slightly showed the strong muscles on his chest . It was weird that the color of the chest muscle around the wound kept changing colors . It was black sometimes and pale at other times .

Anfey walked over with sword in hand . Slanbrea quietly took the knife from the baby’s hand . He looked perplexed . "It is Annunciata . It is her revenge . "

"It is a Fang of Curse!" Bruzuryano recognized the knife as well .

"It was my bad," Slanbrea said, smiling bitterly . "I only thought of necromancers but forgot about the assassins who were willing to work with them . "

"Master, we do not have much time left . We should leave now," Anfey said in a low voice . If they were going to fight with necromancers, Slanbrea was definitely the main force . In the Country of Mercenaries, Anfey had seen many zombies die and turn into ashes under his magic . With Slanbrea hurt, Anfey was worried and did not want to take risks .

"No . " Slanbrea shook his head . "You do not know Annunciata . We cannot go back now . We have to continue going forward . "

"Forward?" Anfey turned to look at Bruzuryano .

"Slanbrea was right," Bruzuryano said calmly .

"Why? Anfey, are you scared?" Slanbrea smiled . "Don’t worry . These kinds of curses are not going to affect me . "

Anfey heaved a sigh . He could tell the wound on Slanbrea’s chest was about 3 inches long . The cut was not terribly deep, but not good either . Slanbrea slowed down his blood flow with magic of Light . No matter what, his wound did not look too good .

Slanbrea was not concerned about his wound but about the curse . It was easy to guess how powerful the curse was .

In fact, there were many top powers in this world, but many of them died of mistakes they made or all kinds of reasons . The surviving top powers were the only few on the top of the pyramid . They were the best of the elites . They had experienced many difficulties and dangers that most people could not imagine . The deceit, pain and other negativity actions did not affect them, but only encouraged them to fight . At that moment, Slanbrea and Bruzuryano were displaying the pride that only real top powers could have .