Full-time Mage: I am Mo Fan's sister

Chapter 699 Can You Help Me Kill Saran?
It has to be said that the "eggshell" that the tomb carver used to protect himself was quite hard. Mo Yingge tried it, but couldn't break it with just one or two hits.

"I wanted to give you a quick death, but now there's no way!"

Mo Yingge turned and left without making any more attempts.

Because there's no need.
One step and fire appears, two steps and flames appear, three steps and the flame becomes a sea!

The raging flames are sweeping across the entire dimension. Can't open your life-saving eggshell for the time being? It doesn't matter, just perish in the flames together.

As soon as the gravedigger announced his name, Mo Yingge sentenced him to death.

The Hall of Assassins is also a group of anti-human guys, similar to the Black Church in nature. They are also notorious and hated by everyone in the international community. The only difference is that they only pursue profits. Whoever pays them to kill, they will kill, no matter the cost!
There was no need to think about it. There was no way to get anything out of the grave carver's mouth, so he might as well just burn it.

"Hey, don't you have anything to ask?" The tomb carver couldn't help but ask as he looked around surrounded by terrifying sky fire.

This woman doesn't play by the rules. Doesn't she ask who sent him? Isn't she curious about the Assassin Palace?
Why do you want to burn him alive right away? !

"It goes without saying that it was Saran who asked you to come, and I have no interest in knowing the mess in your Killer Hall." Mo Yingge did not look back, but spoke out the grave maker's inner thoughts as if he had psychic magic.

"How about you let me live and I do something for you in the future?"

The tomb carver wanted to struggle, but his protective barrier was about to be burned through by the heavenly fire. In this blazing heavenly fire, his undead magic and shadow magic had lost their meaning. His abilities were only about 70% gone. If Mo Yingge made another move, he would definitely be left here!

As soon as Mo Yingge made a move, the tomb carver knew that he had completely underestimated her. With such strength, he might not be able to take her down even with a sneak attack.

He is a qualified killer, but if he is asked to directly confront the owner of Skyfire, he would be better off forgetting it.

The gravedigger is best at ambushes, not head-on confrontations.

"Oh??"

Mo Yingge finally turned her head, the flames wrapped around her waist like a ribbon, and the raging flames automatically opened a path for her, as if the queen of fire had descended.

The tomb maker's protective barrier was gone, but he didn't dare to act rashly, because he felt that a powerful will had locked onto him. If he moved any more, he would be instantly met with a devastating blow!
"Is your life worth just this much?" Mo Yingge nodded slightly.

"As many times as you want, I can sign a magic contract with you as long as you let me go!" said the gravedigger seriously.

"It's a very tempting condition. Letting you go is just a matter of convenience." Mo Yingge seemed to be moved.

"Yes, I can deal with any opponent for you." The tomb maker continued to guarantee. He felt that Mo Yingge had loosened up, and perhaps he really wouldn't have to die here today.

"Including Saran?"

Mo Yingge suddenly asked.

"..."

The gravedigger's entire body was hidden in a wide black robe, so his facial expression couldn't be seen, but one could imagine that his face must have looked as if he had eaten something delicious.

He miscalculated today, but if he was asked to assassinate Saran, he might as well die here!

Silence is also the best answer
"You don't dare to kill Saran, so you dare to kill me?!"

Mo Yingge's voice was extremely calm, but the air around her suddenly tightened. She took a step forward, as if she was angry. The street under her feet instantly turned into lava, and the golden sky fire rose like a mountain, suppressing it fiercely. The gravedigger also completed his magic during the conversation.

Many dead souls emerged from the sea of ​​fire. Oh, and then nothing happened.

The commander-level undead were also burned to death, and only the skeleton lord summoned by the tomb craftsman could barely withstand the skyfire.

"Do you know what kind of flame this is? I might as well tell you, it's the fire of the sun."

Mo Yingge found it a little funny. It took her some effort to change to the summoning system, but for the undead creatures...how should I put it? They were her natural nemesis!

Even the special undead that the tomb carver had tempered using evil and forbidden techniques would be no worse off under the burning of the sun's golden flame than being exposed to the sun directly. Even the strongest undead would have to hide during the day.

……

Mo Yingge didn't kill the gravedigger and Pei Li outright in the end, not because she was soft-hearted, but because she had to leave evidence as she watched the entire street disappear. Otherwise, if the money was withheld from her, she would have to pay it back!
Let's not talk about post-disaster reconstruction. Simply building a house is very simple. A builder can erect a building with just a clap of his hands. However, it would take an unknown amount of time for the skyfire to be extinguished and the fire to dissipate. We would also have to find a powerful ice mage to cool it down before we can rebuild it.

"They should be executioners from the Black Church, and one is a tomb craftsman who is one of the four great craftsmen of the Killer Hall. They are committing crimes in the street, and they are targeting members of our national government. I will take them down, so don't thank me!" Mo Yingge said to the wizard of the Temple of Freedom who came late with pretended generosity.

"Thank you so much for arriving in time, otherwise I don't know what damage would have been caused!"

The temple mage's expression froze when he heard this. Not to mention that the Black Church and the Assassin's Hall were both evil organizations that everyone hated, even committing crimes in the streets was extremely bad. They naturally wouldn't care about the small loss of the street. On the contrary, even if they just "assisted" in taking them down, it would cause quite a stir.

A street is nothing, but the bounty for a blue-robed deacon of the Black Church exceeds 100 million, not to mention that this is an executioner in the Black Church, so the price is even higher. The gravedigger is even more notorious, and there is no telling how many bounties are offered for him internationally.

Compared with their harmfulness, this loss is not worth mentioning!
……

“But I didn’t expect that Pei Li was actually a member of the temple’s wizards. No wonder they executed him so quickly.” Lan Miaoyi said.

The tomb maker was not dead yet. He was taken away in a hurry by the Holy Court. He would probably have to go through a lot of trials for his crimes. Of course, the international bounty had already been deposited into Mo Yingge's card, which made him very comfortable.

"It's a pity that the Black Church succeeded. If you think about it carefully, even if it was an assassination, there was no need to commit the crime in the street. I just don't know what forbidden items the Freedom Temple lost. I hope it doesn't cause too much harm."

Mo Yingge also sighed. What the Black Church wanted must be extremely purposeful and harmful. Perhaps in the near future, a disaster would happen somewhere in the world.
"I know what was stolen." Irena heard what happened here and ran over.

"You know?" Mo Yingge asked back.

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