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Chapter 231 Assassination (Part 2)

A chill spread over Faceless' body. This... how was this possible?

She swallowed the saliva, then lowered her voice, "What kind of joke is this? I'm Vorte."

It shouldn't be possible that they are lucky enough to know each other, there are so many mercenaries within the camp. Don't tell me, that she can remember every one of their names, how can that be??

She never expected to receive the sarcastic answer she got in response, "Is that so? I never knew men could also gather magic in their bodies. So, either you are a witch that had planned to infiltrate the camp, or you are an extremely unlikely wizard. No matter what the truth is, it is impossible that your name is "Vorte" as you have claimed. Within the soldiers of the First Army, there is definitely no one with such a different body type."

Can this person... see the Devil's power? Aphra's heart finally sank to the depths; she now knew how she had been found out. There were more than four witches in the camp, and the woman behind her must be a witch as well. Moreover, she had an ability that was similar to the Eye of Truth. The Church's scriptures about magic had records of such an ability which had several hundred of derivations and all of them were not in conflict with the witch's ability.

Since I haven't seen someone within my surroundings or getting close... does it mean that the other side's prime ability is hide her body?

"Now, kneel down, and put your hands behind your back, maybe I can spare your life then," the woman shouted with a clear voice, "Do as I say!"

The mercenaries in the surrounding were still occupied with fighting, so they didn't notice the scene playing out at the central area, but that wasn't the case for the four witches near the fire though. They became aware of the abnormal situation as they cast their eyes over and asked, "What's the matter, Nightingale? Did something happen?"

This was her last chance, Aphra knew that her own strength was assassination and not related to an open battle, especially in the case where she wasn't wearing a God's Punishment Stones which would have suppressed most witches' fantastic abilities.

In case the witch who can fly is able to run away it won't do any harm. However, the witch who can cure the demonic plague definitely has to die here. Otherwise, she will pose a serious threat to the Church's future plans.

Of course, there was also the possibility, that after killing the other side, she herself wouldn't be able to escape. Thinking of this possibility, she couldn't help herself from getting a tight feeling in her chest, but she soon calmed down again. Recalling that in order for the Church's goal to unify the Four Kingdoms, no effort should be spared to resist the Devils from hell. And there were already many good soldiers who had sacrificed themselves for the greater good, and it would be a proud moment for her to join them.

Furthermore, she believed that Heather would not forget her, Heather would make sure that her name would also be recorded in the sacred scriptures.

"You mustn't come over," shouted the witch called Nightingale. "There is—"

At this split second, she suddenly raised her elbow to beat against her enemy's arm, simultaneously bowing her head to avoid being stabbed with her weapon. "When you are talking, it is impossible to always pay attention. Thus there is the saying of 'holding one's breath in concentration'," was what her drillmaster repeatedly taught her. "Instead, regardless whether you are attacking or are trying to escape, the optimum moment to act is when the other side starts talking."

Within her sleeve she had concealed a mechanism that activated at the first moment of contact. Spraying a white alchemic powder to the rear, which on contact with water would release a lot of heat. In case the enemy got any of it inside their mouth or eyes, they would immediately lose their fighting strength. Even if they were lucky enough not to breathe any of the fine powder in, they would at least be flustered for a while.