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Cao Han suddenly remembered the "black knife" he had previously acquired as a trophy. Because it was inconvenient to use in his dragon form, he had casually dug a hole in the stable and hidden it away.
I never expected to see the light of day again so soon.
Alchemical weapons will produce different effects depending on the alchemical array above.
After testing, Cao Han discovered that there was a reason why that unlucky mixed-race guy treasured the knife so much.
This jet-black sword, as black as night, has only two characteristics:
First, sharpness. This should be a characteristic that every alchemical weapon possesses. The difference lies in the fact that the materials used in its creation and the level of the alchemical array will affect the final sharpness.
Secondly, it is silent. When this knife is swung, it seems to cut through the wind resistance and sound barrier directly, without making the slightest sound.
In Cao Han's eyes, this was simply a divine artifact that perfectly matched his "Netherworld Illumination + Moment" combination technique.
In the days that followed, he began a repetitive yet fulfilling life.
During the day, they would train in the stables where no one paid attention to them, which actually involved activating the "Shatsuna" skill while performing some simple slashing movements.
As long as the speed and power of the sword strike are fast enough, swordsmanship becomes less important.
The most significant improvement compared to swordsmanship is in the Word of Power: Moment.
Reaching the fourth rank instantly increases speed by 16 times, and combined with the incredible initial velocity brought by the strong physical strength, it becomes a ghostly existence.
Cao Han's continuous improvement in strength gradually gave him the confidence to act recklessly.
As a result, when hunting targets at night, whether they are hybrids or pure-blooded dragons, they are almost always destined to be beheaded with a single blow.
From sharp claws to a cleanly severed head and body.
The tragic deaths of the hybrids and the continued disappearance of pure-blooded dragons made the atmosphere in Valhalla increasingly tense.
In Nibelungen, where there is no concept of time, Cao Han could only record the number of days by writing tally marks.
On one wall of the stable was a "正" character that was just one stroke away from being completed, which meant that only four days had passed since he entered Valhalla.
According to Cao Han's plan, the number of people hunted every day will inevitably continue to rise. If someone in a household dies every day, wouldn't that raise alarm?
The hunting targets are primarily second-generation and third-generation species.
As for those Karami and Mosquito Leg species below the third generation, not only do they give less evolution value, but they also can't devour bloodlines.
"Evolution Values: 1257000/1500000"
Looking at the evolution value, which was almost ready for another evolution, Cao Han couldn't help but feel regretful: "Unfortunately, I was still a bit too slow!"
For the first three days, they didn't realize it because of mutual suspicion. But when they discovered that the pure-blooded dragons were also disappearing, they finally understood.
Even the next generation couldn't survive, and with everyone feeling insecure, it was natural for everyone to gather together.
"This is getting a bit troublesome."
For Cao Han, this situation was at most a bit troublesome; he didn't believe that this kind of group behavior could last long.
Once these guys lower their guard, it will be time to come out of the mountains again!
Chapter 10 The Riddler Must Not Be House
The innermost space of Valhalla—the Knights' Quarters.
This place contains Odin's alchemical array, and is the resting place of the twelve guardians of Avalon.
However, this silence was broken today by a visitor who was none other than Lancelot's former bodyguard and the apparent administrator of Valhalla.
"Lord Lancelot, I have something to report."
"explain."
"The thing is like this..."
The guard succinctly recounted the recent deaths that had occurred in Valhalla.
Lancelot frowned slightly upon hearing this. As far as he knew, there were no more than a handful of people in Valhalla who had the ability to do this.
There were pure-blooded dragons and hybrids; these names passed through his mind one by one, but in the end, he didn't particularly choose anyone.
"Gawain, do you have any good ideas?"
"It's simple. I believe this person won't give up so easily, so we can turn the tables and set a trap."
Gawain, also one of the twelve Knights of the Round Table, with his blond hair and blue eyes and imposing armor, certainly looked dashing.
After a moment's thought, Lancelot agreed with Gawain's plan and added:
"In order not to arouse the murderer's suspicion, after you go out, choose a few trustworthy people and deliberately provoke a dispute, pretending to leave in a fit of anger and form your own group."
Don't worry, we'll protect you secretly!
"My subordinate understands."
The guards, having received their orders, left the knights' quarters and proceeded according to plan.
After he left, Lancelot awakened the remaining six Knights of the Round Table, and then used the Word of Power: Illumination to conceal their figures before following behind.
After years of war and conquest, four of the twelve Knights of the Round Table perished—a complete death that didn't even give them time to form cocoons.
Avalon has not experienced such a change in many years.
"How dare you, you petty scoundrels, make your move while our king is away!"
Lancelot harbored deep resentment towards the murderer's actions and resolved in his heart to extinguish this bad trend with swift and decisive action.
……
"All the purebloods and hybrids in Valhalla are here, and the murderer is naturally among us!"
The ability to commit murder silently is nothing more than the power of divine speed and the power of the underworld...
Upon hearing this, suspicious gazes immediately fell upon the few mixed-race individuals who met the criteria.
It can only be said that Cao Han accidentally eliminated the few mixed-race individuals who had the potential to commit the crime when choosing his targets.
The criticism naturally points directly at mixed-race individuals.
These hybrids were once elite dragon slayers; they might be spies sent in by some dragon-slaying family or secret society.
The goal was to infiltrate Nibelungen and dismantle the dragon race's power from within.
The seeds of distrust that were sown earliest have now fully blossomed and borne fruit.
"Holy shit!"
“This was definitely not done by us mixed-race people.”
"The number of us mixed-race people who have died is no less than yours, so why are you calling us murderers!"
"Don't make baseless accusations without evidence!"
"..."
At this moment, the mixed-race people tacitly put aside their prejudices and formed a united front.
They, as mixed-bloods, were already disliked and often ostracized by purebloods, so they should unite against outsiders even more now.
Without a doubt, these individuals with the power of instantaneous incantations are among the best of their hybrid race.
The atmosphere immediately became tense and on the verge of conflict.
Seeing that the time was ripe, the guard said angrily, "Since you don't trust us, we'll leave."
After exchanging glances with several familiar mixed-race individuals beside them, the five of them left the main hall and quickly disappeared from sight.
No one would have guessed that Lancelot's bodyguard was actually a half-blood.
Just as there are treacherous people among humans, there are also treacherous people among mixed-race individuals.
Hybrids with dragon blood have relatively long lifespans, but the longer they live, the more afraid they become of death. In order to live even longer, they choose to join the camps that were once enemies.
"It feels like I'm fishing."
Cao Han, who was keeping a close eye on the situation, naturally also paid attention to this small team of five people who made no attempt to conceal their whereabouts.
Being so far away, and without activating his Golden Eyes, he had no way of determining whether the individual was a hybrid or a pureblood.
"Evolution Values: 1257000/1500000"
Looking at the imminent evolution, and adhering to the principle of "better to kill the innocent than let the guilty go free."
Wearing a silver mask to conceal his face and wielding a black knife, Cao Han activated his Netherworld Illumination to hide his figure, following behind her like a perverted man stalking a beautiful girl, all the while calculating the best time to strike.
Ideally, one should not make a move at all, but when one does, one should at least instantly kill two or three targets.
In that case, the rest are no longer a threat.
Little did they know that the five people walking in front were also very nervous, even though they had received Lancelot's promise that he would protect them in secret.
The problem is that the perpetrator's record is too impressive!
The expressions of terror and confusion on so many heads clearly indicated that they had been killed in an instant.
The Hall of Heroes is only this big.
This five-person team can't just keep wandering aimlessly like this.
In that instant when the person leading the way stops and wants to turn back, while those behind are still moving forward and bumping into each other.
"boom--"
Cao Han slightly bent down, and with the enhancement of the fourth-order instant, a thunderous sound erupted from the ground, stirring up a strong airflow and raising a cloud of dust. His figure disappeared from the spot.
With one hand gripping the scabbard and the other holding the handle, he drew the sword, the jet-black blade tracing a stunning arc in the air at an upward angle.
The first hybrid was instantly killed by being cut in half at the waist. The black blade continued its momentum, beheading the second hybrid in one strike. The third hybrid didn't fare much better.
The entire skull was ripped open!
"Get out of the way!!!" A shrill and terrified voice came from the remaining two mixed-race individuals.
Something's not right! Twelve out of ten things are definitely not right!!!
Just as Cao Han was preparing to press his advantage and kill the remaining two, he suddenly felt a sense of dread throughout his body.
He instinctively stopped and sensed his surroundings; a strong sense of danger was coming from right in front of him.
A blinding glint of cold light shot out from the void, but fortunately, Cao Han, with his amazing stamina, activated his Instant Strike skill and narrowly dodged the fatal blow.