I'm really not a Sanctuary Warlock.

Lynn noticed that the newcomer was completely shrouded in dark smoke, making it impossible to discern his facial features and clothing; only his grayish-white eyes were visible.

He held a jet-black dagger in his hand, its blade adorned with dark patterns that mirrored his own body, radiating an ominous aura.

Without the slightest hesitation, Lynn cast an Appraisal spell.

【Name:? ? ? 】

【grade:???】

[Sanity Value: ???]

Another question mark.

This world is far too unfriendly to me!

"The city lord only ordered me to capture you."

The shadow spoke, but the voice seemed to come from all directions.

"The catgirl next to you can leave."

City Lord?

Lord of the City of Order?

As expected, he still hadn't given up on hunting him down.

"Meow……"

Cat White hid behind Lynn, her sixth sense telling her that the person in front of her was extremely dangerous, even more so than the Frankenstein's monster.

Lynn did not respond, but his mental energy surged instantly.

What's the point of testing them?

When you encounter an enemy whose level and information are all question marks, just unleash your ultimate skill and you're done.

What's the most important thing is to survive, not to have any backup plans.

"Singing together across the seas."

Lynn gave the instructions in his mind.

In an instant, an extremely terrifying pressure descended from the sky.

The sky seemed to be torn apart by an invisible hand, and the holy phantom of the siren, which obscured half of the sky, slowly emerged above the clouds.

Her cascading black hair flowed through the air, her exquisite face etched with compassion, and her azure eyes gazed down upon this ashen wasteland.

The ethereal and sacred singing echoed between heaven and earth.

The entire wilderness fell silent; even the howling wind stopped.

The assassin named Vigo in front of Lynn also raised his head.

A flicker of emotion appeared in his greyish-white eyes.

"interesting."

He whispered something.

How could a level 11 warlock be able to unleash an area-of-effect spell with a strength of at least level 60?

They've been hiding their true strength?

Vigo quickly dismissed this guess in his mind.

Impossible. I am one of the kingdom's top assassins, specializing in perception and stealth. If the opponent's level is so high that even I can't see through them, then they must be at least a demigod.

Why would a demigod attack the son of a city lord who is known as a good-for-nothing?

Would he also act like a reckless fool, riding a unicorn and running around in the wilderness?

Give me a break.

The only explanation is that this kid is carrying some kind of high-level spell scroll that can be activated instantly.

Once this attack is neutralized, the little mouse will pose no further threat.

With that thought in mind, Vigo no longer hesitated.

Faced with that devastating mental shock, he simply raised his right hand, which was holding the dagger.

A thin layer of black mist spread from his body, completely enveloping him.

The notes formed from the siren's song were blocked the moment they came into contact with the layer of black mist, unable to advance.

The song still echoed between heaven and earth, but Vigo, standing in the black mist, was unharmed.

Lynn's body stiffened.

How can it be?

He originally thought that the city lord of Shouxu City would send at most level 30 or 40 people to hunt him down, at most level 50.

Unexpectedly, this person in front of me was like a Frankenstein's monster, easily blocking Wan Hai Tong Ge's level 60 strength.

Damn, this time travel experience is terrible. What happened to the promised show-off and face-slapping plot?

A thousand thoughts raced through Lynn's mind, but his movements did not falter in the slightest.

The moment his ultimate move failed, he had already made the most correct judgment.

run!

"Tide-like silk binding!"

Without hesitation, Lynn consumed 10 points of sanity, and countless invisible tidal threads appeared out of thin air, binding Vigo tightly as he was still resisting the song.

He grabbed the cat Bai Bai behind him, flipped over, and leaped onto the unicorn's back.

"Come on!"

The Holy Spirit Unicorn understood immediately, and with a burst of speed from its four hooves, it transformed into a white lightning bolt and galloped away into the distance.

"Meow..."

Cat Bai Bai clung tightly to Lynn's waist, burying her face in his back, too frightened to speak.

However, the binding silk threads that were strong enough to restrain a level 60 expert only lasted for less than three seconds before being completely broken.

"Kid, we were unsure of your location before, and it took us several days just to track you down."

Vigo's voice seemed to be whispering in Lynn's ear.

"Now that we've found you, you definitely can't escape."

Lynn's heart sank to the bottom.

No, I can't escape.

The opponent's speed is simply unbeatable.

Lynn even had a feeling that the assassin in front of him had no intention of killing him at all, and was just toying with him.

If he harbors murderous intent, even a single thought could kill him.

The reason is simple: the difference in levels is too great.

In fact, the Stitches in Chaos City could have killed him instantly, but the Stitches was too stupid, and its first target was Simon, which gave him a chance to escape.

So now, Lynn is really out of options.

No.

There is another way.

However, this method is too reliant on luck.

Lynn yanked the reins sharply, and the galloping unicorn neighed and came to a stop.

He dismounted and patted the unicorn's neck forcefully.

"Take her away, as far away as possible, and don't look back."

The Holy Spirit Unicorn sensed Lynn's thoughts, nuzzled Lynn's hand, and let out a low moan.

"Meow……"

Cat Bai Bai also realized what was happening, and she grabbed Lynn's sleeve, "Don't leave me, meow..."

"Listen to me, leave first."

Lynn's voice was cold. He pried open the cat's white paws and pressed her back onto the unicorn's back.

"go!"

The Holy Spirit Unicorn glanced at Lynn one last time, then turned around, carrying Cat Whitey, and transformed into a beam of white light, disappearing into the end of the wilderness.

On the ashes of the wasteland, only Lynn and the slowly approaching shadow remained.

Vigo stopped in front of Lynn.

"A wise choice."

Lynn raised his head and looked directly into the shadow's gray-white eyes.

"I advise you not to kill me directly."

"Unless you believe you can withstand the curse of the evil god."

Chapter Fifty-Seven: The Intruders Die

"Oh? The curse of an evil god?"

Vigo became interested.

The dark smoke that had enveloped his entire body slowly dissipated, revealing his true appearance.

To Lynn's surprise, the newcomer was not the fierce-looking man he had imagined. Instead, he was quite handsome, but his gray-white eyes gave him an aura of gloom that he couldn't shake off.

He wore an exquisitely crafted black tuxedo, with delicate patterns embroidered in gold thread on the collar and cuffs, and a ruby ​​brooch pinned to his chest, which reflected an eerie light in the ashen wasteland.

This outfit doesn't look like that of an assassin coming to kill; it looks more like someone going to a grand banquet.

Vigo didn't actually intend to kill Lynn directly.

His sanity level is currently at 23 points, an extremely dangerous number. If it drops another 3 points, he will have to face those indescribable horrors.

Therefore, he is now very resistant to the indiscriminate killing of innocent people.

The reason he obeyed that good-for-nothing August's orders was entirely because August had leverage over him and the ability to reduce his sanity by 5 points in an instant.

It's important to understand that every point of sanity is incredibly precious, and it was precisely because of this that August had control over Vigo.

The reason why Order City did not fall to the same state as Chaos City was entirely because those rebel organizations knew that Vigo was in charge here.

As for August's promise that he would be freed after this mission...

Even Vigo himself didn't believe it.

So this trip was more of a sightseeing trip for him, and he just wanted to catch Lynn, that little mouse, and bring him back to report.

If the kid listens, he might even take a living Lynn back with him, leaving August to figure out what to do.

But now, Lynn's words piqued his interest.

A curse from an evil god?

He instinctively thought Lynn was trying to scare him, using this clumsy lie to buy time.

He's a level 79 assassin; unless a demigod personally intervenes, there are very few beings in this country who can pose a threat to him.

What powerful curse could a brat with such weak elemental fluctuations possibly carry?

Lynn noticed the other person's disdain.

Faced with such a disparity in social status, any words are inadequate.

Without another word, he raised his hand and slowly removed the ominous cursed ring that he always wore on his index finger.

"It is indeed a ring that severs the curse."

Vigo immediately recognized the ring's function.

He took a step forward, his figure blurred instantly, and the next second he was already in front of Lynn, so fast that Lynn couldn't react at all.