Hello, is this a letter addressed to Demon Fortress?

Cass and Victor looked at each other again.

Cass twitched his fingers slightly, and a wisp of energy escaped from his fingertips, like an invisible snake, spreading outwards along the surface of the mud.

Wherever the energy passed, the air distorted slightly, and every inch of space—pebbles, dead wood, and soil—was thoroughly cleansed.

Victor was doing the same thing.

His palms were pressed against the mud, his energy sinking into the ground, spreading deep like tree roots.

The two people's eyes followed the trajectory of the energy, scanning the surrounding environment inch by inch.

No.

There was nothing there.

There was no trace of a third person, no magical fluctuations from the hidden one, and no hidden killing intent.

Cass frowned even more deeply.

Victor shook his head as well.

The two looked at each other again, and the doubt in their eyes turned into an absurd confirmation.

He was all alone.

That high-ranking mage.

the other side.

Lin Gui stood beside Morgan, his gaze shifting from the mud, and turned his head to ask.

"How is your magic power?"

Morgan chuckled softly, a bittersweet acceptance born of being driven to the brink.

"Not two out of ten will survive."

He paused for a moment, and the light on the staff dimmed a little more.

"But I can hold on for another five minutes."

His gaze fell on Cass and Victor, his blood-red eyes surging with an excited, barely suppressed light.

"While I've got them trapped, quickly have Freeman attack and break through their protective aura!"

His voice was so loud that the two assassins in the middle of the mud could hear it clearly.

Cass heard it.

A slight smile played on his lips. Instead of trying to break free, he crossed his arms and watched Morgan with a spectator's air.

"A low-ranking legendary assassin, breaking through our protective aura?"

His voice carried a sense of self-righteous contempt.

"Mr. Morgan, have you forgotten that we maintained our composure while you were trapping us?"

He paused for a moment, a cruel mockery creeping into his tone.

"Still at his peak."

"Are you sure that when he attacks us, he'll break through our protective aura..."

His gaze swept across Morgan's face like a knife.

"Instead of being killed by us?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Cass and Victor simultaneously unleashed their power.

Dark gray energy surged from their bodies, enveloping them like flames.

The energy was concentrated on the dagger, and a chilling light flowed across its blade.

The air is vibrating; it's not an illusion, but a real, visible vibration.

The oppressive aura emanating from the blade felt like a mountain pressing down on everyone's chest.

Even from more than ten meters away, Lin Gui could feel that terrifying power that made his heart tremble.

A legendary assassin's pinpoint burst of power.

While stationary, they concentrated all their energy on the blade, wasting not a single bit.

That single stab was enough to tear apart the magic shield of a mage of the same rank like paper.

This is the assassin's absolute advantage over the mage.

It's not about speed or stealth, but about this kind of devastating, unstoppable attack that erupts instantly at close range.

And this blow also applies to their own kind.

Assassins are the weakest class of all physical classes in terms of defense.

They can be instantly killed by a legendary assassin, and they can also instantly kill other legendary assassins.

Lin Gui looked at the two daggers wrapped in energy and agreed.

"Yes, even if Mr. Freeman were here, he couldn't kill them."

His voice wasn't loud, but every word was clear.

Everyone present was stunned for a moment.

Morgan was the first to react. He turned his head and looked at Lin Gui, his blood-red eyes filled with astonishment.

"What do you mean?"

His voice became urgent.

"Freeman didn't come back with you?"

Lin Gui looked at Morgan, his black eyes as calm as a stagnant pool.

His gaze passed over Morgan and landed on the two legendary mid-rank assassins trapped in the mud. A slight smile appeared on his lips as he spoke loudly.

"Yes, he didn't come back."

"Only I came back."

He paused for a moment.

"In other words, I am the only high-ranking mage who has come to support you."

Morgan's head was buzzing.

He waited so long, endured so long, and squeezed his magic power to almost depletion, only to be met by Lin Gui alone.

"you……"

Morgan's voice was hoarse, carrying an unbelievable absurdity shattered by reality.

"Are you here to help me escape?"

Lin Gui shook his head.

He stepped forward, stood in front of Morgan, and stood on the edge of the rocky platform, looking directly down at Cass and Victor.

He waved his right hand.

The Wind Whisperer's Scepter appeared in his palm.

The staff is long and slender, entirely silver-white, with a faint blue halo flowing across its surface, like the night wind frozen in the wood.

The top of the staff is inlaid with a thumb-sized cyan magic crystal, which is crystal clear and has a gentle breeze flowing inside.

Cass's gaze fell on the staff, his pupils contracting slightly.

Victor's eyes narrowed as well.

With their keen eyesight, they could tell at a glance that the staff was extraordinary.

The flowing halo, the restrained magical fluctuations, the natural texture that only semi-divine artifacts possess.

Morgan also saw the staff.

He had seen and used the staff.

On his way from the shelter to Deadwood Town, he used the staff given to him by the Forest Ghost to cast a hurricane to propel himself forward.

He knew the power of that staff better than anyone else.

But even so...

Morgan's voice was very low, so low that only Lin Gui could hear it.

"Even if I use a semi-divine artifact, it's impossible for me to defeat two mid-level legendary assassins."

He was telling the truth.

Cass and Victor's weapons are not much weaker than the Wind Whisperer's Scepter.

The legendary assassins of the Assassin's Court in the City of a Thousand Towers wield weapons that are all exquisitely crafted, their quality rivaling any semi-divine artifact.

Lin Gui chuckled.

The laughter was soft, but it carried a deliberate, flamboyant, and even somewhat arrogant and ignorant air.

"What did you say, Mr. Morgan?"

He raised his voice slightly, deliberately making sure the two assassins in the mud could hear him.

"Just two legendary assassins."

He turned his head and looked at Cass and Victor, his dark eyes filled with a condescending, ant-like contempt.

"I've seen plenty of assassins from the Assassin's Court."

"Stealth is no good, speed is no good, and direct combat is even worse."

"They'll stab you in the back from the shadows."

"Once exposed to sunlight, what's the difference between them and rats in a sewer?"

He shook his head, his tone full of disdain.

"So-called legends are nothing but empty names."

"Especially the legends of the Assassin's Court."

Cass's face darkened.

Victor tapped his fingers lightly on the hilt of the dagger, a murderous intent surging in his cold eyes.

A high-ranking mage said such things in front of them.

It's not courage, it's an insult.

Morgan stared at Lin Gui in astonishment, his mind a complete mess.

When he first met Lin Gui, the man uttered the arrogant words, "Let all the half-demons help me become my power," and he thought he was a reckless madman who didn't know his own limitations.

But later, the other party accomplished those impossible things through practical means.

He thought Lin Gui was an incredible sorcerer with extraordinary abilities.

But now...

How can a high-ranking mage and a legendary mage whose mana is nearly depleted defeat two legendary mid-ranking assassins at their peak?

Arrogant?

No, this is simply madness.

Morgan almost thought that Lin Gui had been switched.

The calm, rational, and wise demeanor he displayed when questioning the enemy seemed like an illusion.

Until his gaze fell on Lin Gui's back.

Dust wisps rose from the rough robe, coalescing into tiny lines that slowly moved through the folds.

The dust particles formed the words.

An angle that only Morgan could see.

Let them go.

Morgan's eyelid twitched.

The dust continued to move, and new words emerged.

[While casting a mana restoration spell on me, use the Wind Whisperer to conjure a small legendary spell capable of instantly killing the opponent, surrounding us.]

Morgan's fingers gripped the staff tightly.

The dust changed again.

I will control them.

Morgan stood there, stunned, staring at the line of text for several breaths.

My mind was in turmoil.

Control two legendary mid-tier assassins?

A high-ranking mage?

How is that possible?

But he had no time to hesitate.

The light on the staff was almost extinguished, the edge of the mud pit was beginning to dry up, and the barrier's light curtain was as thin as a sheet of paper.

Morgan gritted his teeth.

【Believe me.】

We can't just let them get away like this.

This is the only chance.

Morgan sighed and then released his staff.

The mud pit collapsed in an instant.

The viscous mud lost its magical support and began to solidify and crack.

The translucent barrier, like shards of glass, peeled off piece by piece from the sky, falling into the mud and splashing up dark yellow water droplets.

Morgan took the Wind Whisperer's Scepter from Lin Gui with his left hand and placed his right hand on Lin Gui's shoulder.

The Mana Restoration spell is cast silently.

A pale blue light flowed from his palm into Lin Gui's body, like a trickle of water.

Then he closed his eyes and began chanting a spell he believed could instantly kill a legendary figure.

As soon as the chanting began, he noticed something strange.

His magic ring did not float around his body.

He was clearly chanting, and magic was clearly flowing.

But none of the magical runes that should have appeared in the air, nor the magical rings that should have revolved around him, appeared.

Morgan even thought for a moment that he had made a spell casting error.

He almost stopped singing.

Then he saw it.

The dust that had been floating on Lin Gui's robes stirred again.

New text emerged.

"I have concealed your magic circle, your chanting, and your magical fluctuations."

"continue."

Morgan's pupils contracted slightly.

He took a deep breath, suppressed the turmoil in his chest, closed his eyes, and continued chanting.

Lin Gui stood in front of him, holding an oak staff in his right hand and his left hand hanging at his side.

He looked at Cass and Victor above the mud pit.

The swamp is collapsing.

The mud beneath Cass and Victor's feet lost its suction and turned into ordinary soil.

They pulled their feet out of the mud and onto the cracked ground, but didn't rush to leave.

His wary gaze swept around again.

How dare a high-ranking official speak so arrogantly to them?

They don't think this is just empty talk.

His wary gaze swept around.

Cass and Victor used various more sophisticated methods to perceive their surroundings.

Cass pulled out several thin steel needles from his waist pouch, flicked his wrist, and the needles shot out in all directions, embedding themselves in distant rocks and dead trees.

The needle tip was coated with a faint energy, like invisible tentacles, transmitting every rustling sound within a radius of hundreds of meters back to his senses.

Victor crouched down, his palms touching the ground, the energy in his palms seeping into the ground like water, spreading deep and far.

At the same time, the color of his eyes changed, and a layer of dark gray light appeared in his pupils. He slowly looked around, as if scanning every inch of space.

Once.

One more time.

Cass retracted the steel needle, glanced at the residual energy clinging to the tip, and frowned.

Victor stood up, patted the dirt off his hands, and shook his head.

No.

There was nothing there.

There was no trace of the hidden one, no lingering magic, and no concealed killing intent.

They were confident that even an epic-level stealth master could not completely evade their methods.

Cass and Victor looked at each other again.

We continuously use various methods to perceive.

Time keeps passing.

They didn't get up until the very end.

Both of their gazes fell on Lin Gui at the same time.

Lin Gui was also looking at them.

There was no fear or tension in his black eyes, only a deliberate, ostentatious arrogance.

It's like looking at two insignificant ants.

Cass tapped his fingers twice on the hilt of the dagger, his lips twitching slightly.

Is there really only one guy like this?!

The legendary Cassius has experienced many amazing things in his life, but he has also felt the absurdity of it all at once.

Victor took a step forward, getting closer to Cass, and lowered his voice considerably.

"Leave first."

His tone was calm, but every word carried a cautious, risk-averse prudence.

Something's not right.

Cass paused for a moment, then nodded.

Both of them took a step back at the same time.

Just then, Lin Gui's voice came from the rocky platform, carrying an undisguised and flamboyant laugh.

"See, Mr. Morgan."

His voice was so loud that it could be heard throughout the entire wilderness.

"I always said that the assassins of the Assassin's Court are like rats in a sewer, cowardly and useless."

Cass and Victor continued walking, completely unperturbed by Lin Gui's provocation and insults.

Until Lin Gui lowered his eyes, looked at them, and said.

"Just like Mr. Ash said."

Cass and Victor stopped at the same time.

Cass froze for a moment, then slowly turned around.

Those cold eyes were like two knives, staring intently at Lin Gui, the killing intent in their gaze so strong it seemed about to overflow.

His voice rolled out from his throat, somber and sharp.

"Who are you talking about?"

Lin Gui looked at him, a slight upturn at the corners of his mouth, his dark eyes carrying a deliberate, provocative light.

"Mr. Ash of Avalon".

His tone was nonchalant, as if he were stating a trivial fact.

He said you assassins from the Assassin's Court are like rats in a sewer, useless cowards.

"A yellow dog that only swings its knife at the weak and wags its tail at the strong."

Cass didn't speak.

His neck slowly twisted, making a creaking sound.

That's the bones rubbing together.

That was murderous intent building up.

The corners of his mouth slowly curled up, not in a smile, but in a ferocious expression that had been suppressed to the extreme and was about to erupt.

"Really..."

His voice was very soft, as soft as the wind blowing from the depths of hell.

"I've never wanted to kill anyone so much before."

His gaze was fixed on Lin Gui's face, and every word he uttered was like a poisoned dagger.

"Foolish mage."

"May your contempt lead you to hell along with that damned traitor!"

Cass then vanished from sight in an instant.