When I traveled through time and became a player, I just wanted to commit suicide

"Oops......"

Surrounded by enemies, Altaïr's face darkened.

In front of them were three gold-level black-robed assassins and eighteen elite-level white-robed assassins. The last elite members of the entire Assassin Resistance were basically all here.

Surrounded by this, Altaïr had no hope of escape.

He looked at the Dullahan who was standing in front of him.

Although the knight's strength is unclear, the other party would probably not be able to protect his safety while enduring the siege.

Moreover, the other party had no obligation to protect him. The help he just provided might have been just the best he could do. He could not expect the Headless Knight to risk his life to protect him.

Therefore, the current situation is still very dangerous for Altaïr.

In contrast, the Headless Knight didn't seem to have many scruples. She took a small step forward and her figure disappeared on the spot.

The next second, she appeared silently behind a white-robed assassin at the edge, and thrust her spear out when he was caught off guard.

The sharp tip of the spear pierced through the chest of the white-robed assassin, picked him up, and swung him aside, hitting other assassins in the queue next to him.

This move instantly broke the standoff.

Most of the assassins immediately changed direction and attacked the headless knight.

More than ten assassins, including the three black-robed assassins, were wielding swords, holding daggers, or wearing gloves. In an instant, they launched an impenetrable attack towards the headless knight.

The remaining four white-robed assassins rushed towards Altaïr who remained where he was.

The headless knight's figure flashed and he disappeared again. In the blink of an eye, he appeared behind a relatively lone assassin, thrust out his spear again, and stabbed him to death.

With the ability to appear and disappear without a trace, the Headless Knight is not afraid of being besieged. As long as there is enough space to move around, she will be invincible.

Elsewhere, Altaïr had already fought against four other Assassins who were once his fellow Assassins.

Four long swords with shining blades stabbed at Altaïr from different angles, like four poisonous snakes biting him at the same time.

Altaïr's eyes fixed, and he calmly gripped the assassin's sword, drew a semicircle in front of him, and skillfully swung aside the four swords.

The four white-robed assassins were not discouraged after encountering obstacles. They quickly regrouped and once again formed a sword net and attacked Altaïr.

Altaïr continued to deal with them in a defensive posture, with no intention of taking the initiative to attack.

Although his swordsmanship was extremely advanced and almost no one in the entire Assassin's Resistance could match him, he did not dare to take the initiative to attack when facing the siege of four assassins of the same level at once.

Because attacking means giving up defense. If it is one-on-one, or one against two, it can force the opponent to return to defense.

But if it is one against four, no matter who he chooses to attack, the others will surely take the opportunity to attack his vital points, and he will only end up with a tragic death.

So we can only defend temporarily, protect ourselves first, and then look for opportunities to turn defeat into victory.

While Altaïr was holding on tenaciously, the Headless Horseman had already killed five white-robed assassins in succession with his strange teleportation ability.

The assassins' robes provided almost no protection, and under the spear burning with yellow and black flames, their bodies were as fragile as paper.

With such heavy casualties in such a short period of time, the leading black-robed assassin had to make everyone stand together, back to back, in a circle, facing outward in unison to guard against the Headless Horseman's teleportation sneak attack.

The three black-robed assassins stood in the inner circle, also standing back to back.

If the Headless Horseman appears on the periphery, he will face at least four white-robed assassins at the same time.

If she appeared in the inner circle, she would face at least two black-robed assassins.

This tactic was indeed effective and impeccable, leaving Lutier at a loss for what to do for a moment.

But it was really not honorable at all that more than a dozen elite and gold-level transcendents were beaten by a headless knight and had to defend themselves together.

Lutier's figure kept teleporting around the assassins, disappearing and reappearing like a ghost, causing the assassins who had been numbed by the slave mark to feel considerable inner pressure.

After several attempts, Lutiel concluded that she could not kill any more Assassins without any damage, so she turned around and went to support Altaïr.

Soon, with her help, the four white-robed assassins were dealt with one by one.

Altaïr stabbed one of his brothers in the abdomen with his sword, and then drew his dagger from his waist and stabbed him in the throat.

Warm blood gushed out.

Looking into those familiar yet numb eyes, Altaïr personally killed a former assassin brother.

The white-robed assassin fell backwards to the ground, his half-open eyes revealing a hint of relief.

Altaïr took a deep breath, suppressed the complicated emotions in his heart, and then looked at the assassins who were forming a circle dozens of steps away, ready for battle.

"Let's take this opportunity to leave quickly," Altaïr suggested to the Dullahan beside him. "It will be troublesome if the Archbishop of Sloth gathers the people of the Order to chase us."

After all, the only people here now are from the Assassin's Resistance Society.

Not a single member of the Order of Sloth showed up.

Compared to the Assassin's Resistance Society, which only has two or three big and small cats left, the power of the Order of Sloth in Olin City is still more than half.

However, soon after the words fell, a cold voice with a hint of mockery came from the corridor.

"People from the cult? Oh, there's no need to mobilize them."

Hearing this voice, Altaïr's face changed.

Then he saw the Archbishop of Sloth, wearing a black robe embroidered with gold edges, slowly walking out of the corridor.

"The people in the cult don't know about my relationship with the Assassin's Resistance Society. If they knew, how would I manage this secret force?"

The Archbishop of Sloth stood alone on the stone platform strewn with rubble and explained calmly.

He glanced at the Headless Knight beside Altaïr, and found that he was not surprised at all and also looked completely defenseless.

Lutier faced the Archbishop of Sloth silently, then suddenly raised the spear in her hand and threw it out.

Combat skill: Phantom Gun!

Then, she disappeared in an instant, and appeared behind the Archbishop of Sloth the next second, with her spear thrust straight out.

At the same time, a more ethereal knight phantom appeared behind the headless knight, also holding a shield in his left hand and a spear in his right hand, stabbing forward recklessly.

Combat Skill: Phantom Attack!

This is a combat skill mastered by the Night Riders under the command of the evil omen demon Markit. They can form a phantom of their past teacher behind them, attack together, and defeat the enemy together. (The evil omen demon appears in Chapter 171)

Although it is a combat skill of the Night Riders, after Lutier was upgraded from Level 2 Ashes to Level 3, she seemed to have recalled this combat skill that she had learned.

As a legendary knight, it is not surprising that he masters the combat skills of other factions.

"Ping——!"

The phantom spear first hit the Archbishop of Sloth in the face, and then Lutier's phantom strike also pierced his back.

However, the three spears pierced some extremely tough object almost at the same time, and could only penetrate slightly into it and could not go any deeper.

The Archbishop of Sloth stood there unharmed, without even moving a step.

A seemingly thin layer of dark purple light appeared on the surface of his body, firmly blocking Lutier's attack.

"Hmm...an interesting summon. It can actually teleport. It's a pity that its power is a little lacking."

The lazy driver commented in a flat tone.

Then, the purple halo around him suddenly trembled violently, emitting a terrifying aura.

Lutier quickly retracted her spear, and a premonition of danger spread deep in her spiritual sense.

"Oh!"

The purple halo exploded instantly, transforming into countless dark purple mists that spread everywhere.

They completely obscured the figure of the Archbishop of Sloth and quickly covered the entire stone platform.

After just a few seconds, the purple mist dissipated and the Archbishop of Sloth stood there, not moving a step.

The purple mist had transformed into a semicircular protective shield that was inverted on the stone platform, protecting him firmly inside.

A small skull appeared out of nowhere, floating near the shoulder of the Archbishop of Sloth like a living thing.

Lutiel, who had teleported away long ago, returned to Altaïr's side. Her fully armored body had become a little illusory, as if she had not been able to completely avoid the explosion just now.

Altaïr looked at the Order of Sloth on the stone platform, unable to remain calm any longer. He stared in horror at the small skulls that were floating up and down around them, occasionally making strange laughs.

The skull was only the size of a fist, with purple light coming out of its eye sockets, and an evil and strange aura emanating from its body.

"Could this be... a sorcerer?" Altaïr muttered to himself.

As an assassin in a prosperous city like Orin, he naturally knew about the "magic spirits", strange magical creatures that only appeared around the great magician.

This is the embodiment of magical power, and it can even be said to be life-like. It is a symbol of the Emerald level and proof that the magician has truly entered a high level.

The path of a magician is a hundred times more difficult than that of a warrior, and there are many restrictions in combat.

Although elite silver magicians can release large-scale attack magic and provide powerful support, they need to recite spells, need the protection of others, and have limited mental power, so they can only cast a few spells a day.

Due to various restrictions, the Silver Magician can only be regarded as the trump card of the team and cannot be used easily.

After being promoted to the gold level, the magician's mental power will undergo a transformation. Not only will it increase greatly, but the quality of the spirit will also be greatly improved, allowing them to use less mental power to mobilize the power of the elements. The time for chanting spells will also be shortened according to the level of magic.

At this level, the magician is basically freed from the restrictions on the number of spellcasting times and can fight for a long time, officially becoming a "human turret".

Gold-level magicians are always popular wherever they go.

When magicians are promoted to Emerald and become Grand Mage, they can not only summon "magic spirits" to assist in casting spells, but also condense elemental shields that can protect themselves at all times.

The strength of this shield is linked to their mental strength. Unless they suffer damage exceeding the protection threshold or their mental strength is exhausted, the shield will not disappear.

Moreover, even the most bizarre space attack magic cannot bypass the shield and directly attack the magician's body.

Any enemy must first break their elemental shield before having a chance to kill the magician who is firmly protected within it.

But breaking the elemental shield easily is not something that even great magicians of the same level can do, unless they are higher-level transcendents.

At this point, the magician's last weakness of needing others' protection to cast spells has completely disappeared.

Having reached this level, the magician can already stand on his own, and no one dares to provoke him easily.

Because they possess powerful magic, they are able to face multiple warriors of the same level at the same time.

A Grand Mage is also more difficult and more threatening than an Emerald Warrior of the same level.

It is said that the Emerald Level magic they cast at full strength is enough to destroy a small town of tens of thousands of people in one blow.

......

"Yes, do you think that I, who is qualified to lead the Sloth Cult of Olin City, would be an ordinary person?"

The Archbishop of Sloth answered Altaïr's question with a faint smile.

Then, he looked at the Dullahan meaningfully, "Who summoned this spirit? Was it your Emerald Level Elf friend, or the magician who hasn't appeared in a long time?"

"Or...they both arrived together?"

As the leader of the assassins, he naturally knew the existence of the elven swordsman and the mysterious magician.

This was even reported to him by Altaïr himself.

While planning to rescue Yuna from Charles's auction party, Altaïr informed the "Assassin Leader" of the two's existence.

The plan to rescue Yuna was formulated under their leadership and was approved by the "Assassin Leader" himself.

Upon hearing this, Altaïr remained silent.

He also didn't know the origins of the Headless Horseman.

The elven swordsman rejected his invitation, and he hadn't met the mysterious magician for some time.

He also didn't think that the two would show up to help. After all, their relationship was distant and it could be said that it was just a transaction.

"Eh? Are you looking for us?"

Suddenly, a slightly surprised voice came from not far behind.

Altaïr paused slightly and looked back stiffly.

Three familiar faces walked out of the entrance to the assassin's hall, one with an anxious look, one with a cold expression, and one with a curious face.

"Magris..."

With a complicated look in his eyes, Altaïr called out the name of the innkeeper, who was once a member of the Assassin's Resistance and an assassin without a slave mark, so he would not be controlled by the Archbishop of Sloth.

Then he looked at the elf demon hunter with two swords on his back and the magician with exotic appearance.

"Lord Velo, and...Lord Lisern."

Wei Luo, who had just walked out of the corridor, did not respond to the greeting. Instead, he looked at the Bishop of Sloth on the stone platform with a serious face. He slowly reached his left hand behind him and grasped the silver sword.

"Be careful, that seems to be a dark magician."

He whispered, grasping the steel sword in his right hand and drawing both swords at the same time.

Upon hearing this, Li Shanren, who was standing beside him, tightened his grip on the Meteorite Staff and looked at the Bishop of Sloth in surprise.

"Grand Mage? Hiss..."

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Thanks to the great masters Ning Fenghuang in this life, Guhehehe, Nanxiang Zhuofeng, Yunluo Kanri, Yuanxing, Jiang Bei from Guyuehe, Liujiefa from Elong Valley, Chu Zhaoyun who likes Jianling, and Yuan Feng who loves Zhongshan Ludouzong for their rewards!

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