As a villain, I really can't become stronger anymore

sneak attack.

Moreover, it was an extremely deadly sneak attack.

The strange ability to directly emerge from the target's shadow to launch an attack is extremely rare in the Dusk Continent.

The weapon in his hand was obviously forged with special materials. Although it looked slender, it was extremely sharp. At the moment of tearing the air, one could even feel the traces of the air being broken and flowing along the spikes. What's more, there was a deadly poison smeared on these spikes.

It was clearly a mass of black human-shaped matter, but the outline of the facial features gradually took shape at the head. As the spikes were about to touch Lydia's back, the strange facial features even twisted in a chilling way.

The assassin couldn't even wait to enjoy the pleasure of celebrating his victory.

What made him more confident was that Lydia had not noticed his presence from beginning to end, and the frequency of her footsteps had not changed at all.

However, the assassin did not notice that Sharin beside Lydia trembled slightly for a moment.

It was a very slight change. If I hadn't been staring at Charlene, I wouldn't have even noticed this subtle movement.

Charlene's body, as before, was guarding Lydia's side, following Lydia's pace, but the strange thing was that behind the mysterious assassin, another Charlene had appeared silently.

The legs are still tall and straight, and the figure is still slightly smooth.

The black tights didn't bring out her graceful curves much.

The cold little face had a mocking arc on the corner of its mouth. It raised its right hand and stretched it out faster than the assassin, its fingers drilling directly into the black substance.

Then, the fingers seemed to grab something tightly.

All I saw was that Charlin suddenly pulled her arm hard, and with a whoosh sound, a short figure was pulled out of the black substance by Charlin.

Upon closer inspection, the person held in Charlene's hand was actually a little boy who looked no more than seven or eight years old.

After the little boy was caught, the black substance lost its support and quickly dissipated.

The little boy obviously didn't expect that his assassination would be discovered, let alone that his presence would be discovered. His fair and tender little face, which looked quite camouflaged, was full of fear.

I have to say, this child looks really deceptive.

That innocent little face, so pink and tender, was so adorable, with a pair of big, panicked eyes full of pleading. Even a person with a heart of stone would probably be softened and unwilling to do the deed.

But, Charlene is obviously not an ordinary person.

She knew the identity of this little boy very well. Although he looked like a child, he was actually an old monster in his sixties or seventies, who just liked to pretend to be young. In the Theocracy of Spang, he was also one of the top three killers.

He is ruthless and extremely cruel.

His favorite thing to do is to poke the spikes in his hand into the target's body, and then watch the target's body fester due to the penetration of toxins, with flesh and blood falling off the body piece by piece, and wailing in despair and pain.

He will not mercifully end the target's life until his entire body has rotted away, until only white bones are left.

All in all, this is a pervert who likes to play with people's lives.

Naturally, Charlene would not have any mercy on this kind of person.

My teacher has said that when dealing with the enemy, one must be as ruthless and decisive as a jackal, tiger or leopard. There is no need to ask any meaningless questions and one must not give the other side any chance to fight back.

Although she hasn't seen her teacher for a long time, Charlene has never forgotten his teachings.

The fingers that were pinching the other person's neck only exerted a little force, and with a crisp sound, the killer's neck was broken by Charlene.

A gray-black energy flowed along Sharin's fingers and quickly penetrated into the child's body.

No matter what, this killer is a legendary five-star master with pretty good strength. Even if his neck was broken, he would not die on the spot.

However, his strength was too weak when facing the legendary eight-star Sharin. The moment Sharin's energy poured into his body, the killer seemed to sense something, and his young face was instantly covered with indescribable fear.

He suddenly opened his mouth, as if he wanted to beg for mercy.

However, he had no chance to beg for mercy, as the swift and agile energy had surged through his body in a short moment. With a "puff" sound, thin and sharp lines of energy, like countless blades, flashed rapidly on the child's body.

In an instant, the poor killer was cut into pieces.

All that was seen were strips of scarlet flesh flying all over the killer's body.

In a short period of time, the killer's entire body was cut into a pile of white bones.

Then his hand shook, and even the bones turned into powder.

Just from this one move, we can see that Charlene's methods have become much more ruthless in recent times.

Amidst the fine powder, a black shadow suddenly appeared and fled into the distance at an extremely fast speed. It was the soul of the killer.

Sharin did not chase after the escaped soul, but Ifrit suddenly turned her head and glanced over there. Ifrit did not make any special movements, but just a look, and the soul immediately seemed to have suffered some strong impact. It instantly disintegrated and turned into a few gray-black traces and disappeared without a trace.

This time, I was really scared to death.

Sharin's strength has improved greatly, and Ifrit's strength has increased even more exaggeratedly.

After all, Ifrit can be said to be one of the last bloodlines of the dragon race.

Although he is not welcomed by the dragon clan because of his natural white eyes, Ifrit's talent is absolutely undeniable.

Ifrit didn't even need to practice particularly hard. As long as he lived in this world for one day, even if he was just breathing, his strength would slowly increase. What's more, he had previously obtained the artifact-level Panlong Stick from the Dragon King Palace, and he had a large amount of dragon crystals in his hands. These things were enough to push Ifrit's strength to an extremely astonishing level in a short period of time.

Not to mention, Ifrit also obtained the inheritance of the Dragon God.

Today, Ifrit has already become the most powerful legendary being.

He is only one step away from reaching the realm of destruction. That is to say, Agulal is dead. Otherwise, it is hard to say whether this top master of the Spang Theocracy can be Ifrit's opponent.

To destroy a legendary five-star soul, Ifrit doesn't even need to do it himself; just a glance is enough to kill it.

"Is this the third killer today?" Shalin waved her hands and the two figures merged into one and said.

Day by day, there is nothing much, just a lot of killers.

Charlene was too lazy to be surprised. She had long been accustomed to it. Ever since the news that Lydia was going to become queen spread, there had been no shortage of assassins.

When Lydia returned to the royal city, she didn't know how many assassins she had killed along the way.

Even after she became queen, the number of assassins continued to increase.

If there really wasn't an assassin coming to kill Lydia one day, Charlene would be a little surprised.

"Yes, the third one." Ifrit also nodded, with some disdain in his words: "Those idiots seem to have figured out that Lydia would not dare to break off relations with them completely, and they don't want the Theocracy of Spang to fall into complete chaos, so they keep sending assassins without any fear."

"Tsk, even if they were going to arrange assassins, they didn't even bother to arrange capable ones. Look at what kind of people they are."

Listening to the conversation between Sharin and Ifrit, Lydia smiled softly.

After spending so much time together, the relationship between the three girls has become closer and closer.

During this period of time, Lydia's strength has indeed improved a lot. Now her realm is slightly higher than Sharin, and not far from Ifrit. But no matter what, Lydia is a necromancer after all.

Or the summoner type.

Lydia created a large number of bone dragons and many powerful undead creatures. One person is equivalent to a legion.

However, no matter what, she could not change her fragile nature, and she was still seriously lacking in various means of self-defense. If it were not for the help of Sharin and Ifrit, she might have encountered a lot of trouble during this period.

"That's normal. Don't you think about how many assassins you have killed during this period? It's not easy to find such an assassin." Lydia said, and then sighed: "You are right. After all, I don't want the Theocracy of Spang to become too chaotic. After all, chaos can kill people."

Shaking her head, Lydia suppressed some thoughts in her mind: "Let's go, we have been delayed for a while, and we may be late if we delay any further."

Several girls quickened their pace.

Not long after, a mansion appeared in front of them.

This mansion is not too big. It is naturally better than the residences of ordinary people, but it is much inferior to those of the aristocracy. Even the residence of the lowest-ranking nobles is inferior to it. Even the mansion of a baron is taller and more luxurious.

After all, for the nobles, the mansion is their face.

Even if he had to tighten his belt to make ends meet, he would still make his mansion magnificent.

The so-called mansion in front of us is actually just a low bungalow, but the person living in this bungalow is extraordinary.

Kaya, former saint of the Church of Nature's Heart.

If you hadn't seen it with your own eyes, it would have been hard to imagine that a former saint would actually live in such a shabby place.

The door was ajar.

As soon as I arrived at the door, even before I opened it, I could smell the unique scents of various prepared herbs coming from the room.

There are a lot of messy smells of medicine mixed together, but it doesn't smell bad.

Although she was the queen, Lydia still observed etiquette in her every move. She knew very well that although the former Saint Kaya was not her husband's woman, she was a good friend of her husband.

Before her husband rose to prominence, it was thanks to the care of the former Saint Kaya that she avoided dying for various inexplicable reasons in a place like the Copperfield family.

Even after my master grew up, the communication between the two sides was not as much as before, but my master still attached great importance to this former Saint Kaya.

Lydia bent her fingers and knocked on the door three times.

"Please come in."

The former saint's gentle voice was soon heard from inside the house.

Squeak.

With the force of her little hands, the door was pushed open, and the figures in the room appeared in front of Lydia and the other two girls.

At first glance, the small hall seemed a bit crowded.

In addition to the former Saint Kaya, the Great Saint Isabel is also on the list.

Next to Saint Isabel are three sisters: Mirabelle, Carol, and Cecilia.

Several girls were gathered together whispering something, and when they saw Lydia appear, they gently nodded to Lydia and the other two as a greeting.

Just opposite them sat two masters, Barumonger and Balk Copperfield.

In addition, there are the First God's Chosen One, Westerdennis, and the Third God's Chosen One, Simmons, of the Church of Eternal Freedom.

At present, almost all the masters in the entire territory of the Spang Church have arrived, and not one is left, and so many masters gathered here just to wait for one person.

Ron.

This is the message magic that Ron conveyed in advance. He will return to the Spang Theocracy tonight.

And he fulfilled his previous promise and told Barumong and Balke the secret of achieving the state of destruction.

Of course, Westdennis and Simmons are also qualified to know this secret. Although these two are members of the Church of Eternal Freedom, they have also made a lot of contributions during this period.

Thinking about the secret of achieving the state of destruction, one can clearly see the excitement and anticipation on the faces of people like Barumong and Balk, and their eyes are flashing with burning gazes.

Lydia stuck out her tongue slightly. It seemed that she was the last one to arrive.

"Your Majesty, please find a place to sit down and don't worry too much." Kaya said.

Lydia's cheeks flushed slightly. She was still not used to the title of Her Majesty the Queen, especially from the senior, the former Saint Kaya.

"Senior Kaya, you're making fun of me again." Lydia grumbled in reproach, but eventually found a seat and sat down.

"Did anything happen on the way?" Kaya asked after pouring a cup of tea for Lydia, Ifrit and Sharin.

Although it was extremely weak, Kaya could feel a slight fluctuation in Sharin's aura.

As for Ifrit, his strength was much stronger than Kaya, so Kaya couldn't feel anything.

Lydia shook her head. "It's not bad. They are just some reckless assassins. I encounter them several times a day. I'm used to it..."

At this moment, a voice suddenly came from outside the door:

"Since he is an assassin, then kill all the people who hired him."

The next moment, a figure appeared at the door. Who else could it be but Ron?

Ron didn't expect to hear about Lydia's assassination just after returning to the Spang Theocracy.

What a joke, you dare to bully my woman?

Do you think life is too long?

Chapter 2: 10,000 words