A peerless killer possessing a cat girl assassin from another world

"Oh, isn't this Her Royal Highness the Queen..."

A frivolous voice came out at an inappropriate time.

Victor, who turned around to get the spear, turned around and saw that the half-dead old man who had just been thrown aside was being rescued.

At this moment, Victor felt like he had found a new toy. He only had Rosalin in his eyes and couldn't help but lick his lips.

"It's really the best..."

As for the two old men beside him, Victor didn't even notice.

"I didn't expect that His Highness would throw himself into a trap. Now...hehehe..."

Rosalin didn't stop the treatment at all, and she didn't bother to look at Victor.

"... Pretending not to hear? It's interesting... It's different from the women I've played with before, haha, that's what's interesting."

Victor kept talking to himself there and making assumptions out of thin air.

Desovo and Ian stood there, quietly looking at this arrogant guy, waiting for when he would notice them...

"There must be something wrong with this man's mind..." Desovo couldn't help but say.

"That's what it looks like," Ian agreed.

On the other side, Victor was still chattering:

"Your Highness has seen the current situation. You have no chance anymore. Why not surrender obediently and become my woman? I will definitely make you feel..."

"Are you done?" Rosalin interrupted the dirty words Victor was about to say.

"Huh?" Victor never expected that such a plain sentence would come out of this woman's mouth.

Why is she so calm?

Don't you understand the current situation?

Or are you already scared silly?

"It's getting more and more interesting... It seems necessary for you to recognize the reality and know what a 'real man' is."

With that said, Victor was about to take action.

"Hey, little one, there are people watching next to you. You are really not ashamed."

The elderly words came from beside him, which finally made Victor turn his head and look.

I saw two people dressed very casually, like the idle old men who can be seen everywhere on the street, with gray hair and beards, just standing there as if they didn't exist...

"Are two old guys here again? Is your Dorok a nursing home? Get out of here quickly, don't ruin my good deeds!"

Victor waved his hand, indicating that he was no longer interested in the old man, and asked the two of them to leave quickly.

"Old turtle, the atmosphere seems to be very awkward..."

"...Sigh...I have such a bad temper..."

"Still not leaving? What are you muttering about? Believe it or not, I... bang..."

Before Victor could finish his words, he saw one of the old men step in front of him and give him a slap on the head, causing the world to spin for a moment.

"What... snap!"

Again...

"That's enough! Snap!"

After three palms, Victor was still squatting on defense with his head in his arms, while Desovo had already returned to his original position.

The stunned Victor finally came to his senses and looked up at Desover, only then realizing that the old man in front of him was no ordinary person at all.

"Is the dog awake?" Desovo asked.

"...you...who are you?"

Obviously I didn't feel a breath from this old man, why...

"Who cares who I am? You call yourself 'I' in front of me? Then you should be beaten."

"You...ah!!!"

Victor was choked badly, and without saying a word, he raised his spear and stabbed, causing a strong wind.

Unlike when he was dueling with Ivan, Victor had no reservations at this time, let alone a playful mentality. He just wanted to do his best to crush the old thing in front of him.

Seeing the tip of the spear approaching, DeSovo turned slightly sideways to avoid the thrust, stretched out his hand and grabbed the front end of the short spear, and used his strength to pull Victor over.

"Is this a holy step?" DeSovo frowned slightly and asked in confusion.

After saying that, he flew up and kicked Victor in the chest. The latter flew dozens of meters away in an instant and hit the city wall, stirring up a large amount of gravel and dust, which shocked the soldiers of the two countries who were fighting fiercely. , stopped his movements.

"...Really, anyone can claim to be a saint these days, right..."

Shaking his feet, Desovo slowly walked towards the city wall with his hands behind his back.

Suddenly, a dark red light flew out from the smoke, and the short spear covered in red light instantly crossed a distance of tens of meters and approached Desovo.

"That's pretty much it..."

The majestic golden fighting spirit swept out from the old body, isolated from the dark red light, and the harsh friction sound reached the ears of everyone present.

The disgraced Victor rushed out of the city wall, dark red fighting spirit also wrapping his body.

Since becoming a Saint, Victor has never met another Saint, which has also resulted in his arrogant and bullying behavior.

Even if they meet the Holy Order, the two sides will just draw.

But the old man in front of him was completely more powerful than Victor had imagined.

Because the "power" in Victor's eyes is the power he presumed based on his own strength.

He thinks that all saint-level powerful people should be similar to him. How could he know that there are strong and weak people in the saint-level...

Seeing that the short spear lacked momentum, Victor flew forward, retrieved the short spear, and then swept it with a sweep. The dark red light shined again, and the two fighting spirits collided violently.

This pure clash of strength finally made Victor feel the difference in strength between the two.

what happened? Why is this old man so strong?

To be on the safe side, Victor had used all his strength from just now, and the fighting spirit he had formed could barely look similar to De Sovo's.

Victor's eyes were splitting as he stared at De Sovo who was calm and composed across from him, but he could hardly shake his momentum.

"Is this all you can do?" Desovo looked at the frustrated Victor with disappointment.

The sound can penetrate both strands of fighting spirit and reach Victor's ears clearly...

Victor knew that he was at the end of his strength.

Now you should think about how to escape...

DeSovo exerted a slight force, and the golden fighting spirit expanded a little, completely overwhelming the dark red fighting spirit.

Victor took advantage of the situation and launched himself away from DeSovo.

"...wait..."

Victor looked embarrassed at this time. He glanced at several people fiercely, turned around and ran away.

But Desovo couldn't let him go back like this. He stepped hard and the ground sank instantly. His whole body flew out like a cannonball. In the blink of an eye, he caught up with Victor, pressed his head, and fell to the ground. The friction began.

"Did I let you go, huh?" Desovo whispered.

"...Senior...I know I was wrong...let me go...I will be grateful in the future."

Victor finally gave in this time... It would be better to say that under the absolute power, he couldn't help but refuse to give in.

"Little one, there are a few things I want to tell you, old man." Desovo said without changing his face, applying slight pressure on his hands.

"You said, you said..."

"First, go back and tell the king on the other side that it's best not to have Dorok's ideas anymore, and live your life in the New World. Let's keep the same."

"Yes...I'll definitely do it."

"Secondly, as a saint...just a saint...don't discredit other saints...understand?"

"clear......"

"Third... imitating the old man's name... is a bit inappropriate... what do you think?"

"...you...are you...?"

Speaking of which, Victor realized the true identity of this old man...

"You know now?"

"I know, I know......"

"very good......"

Desauve let go of his hand on Victor's head.

Before Victor had time to rejoice that he had escaped, his hands were grabbed again, followed by heartbreaking pain.

"what!!!"

......

As the sun sets, the tide recedes, revealing the antlers hidden deep within.

And tens of thousands of Sindelal troops, led by Victor, also retreated like a tide...

"Captain..." With the support of Rosalin, Ivan walked to the city wall and came behind Desovo and Ian.

"Didn't I tell you? Don't call me captain..."

"I thought you had..."

"Hey, don't curse me. I'm still in good health, but you, kid, almost lost your life this time..."

"Thank you, old man, for being willing to lend a helping hand when the kingdom is in crisis..." Ivan burst into tears and wanted to kneel down and thank Desovo.

"Okay, okay, I'm so old. Isn't it ugly? Just treat me as a student and help me. I have nothing to thank you for."

Richard's teacher during his time at the academy was de Sauve.

"He just wants to save face, don't worry about it." Ian said.

"Who cares about saving face? You old guy..."

"Oh, it's broken!" Ian suddenly remembered something.

"...What's wrong?" Desovo asked.

"That's what the adult asked us to do..."

"Damn! If you didn't tell me earlier... leave now!"

"Well, boys, I'll leave this place to you. We have something else to do, so we'll leave first."

Ivan had never seen two saint-level powerhouses escaping in a hurry, and there was a big question mark in his heart.

What the hell is this big deal?

......