King's Landing

"Who are you? Kid!"

The middle-aged man with a single-sided mirror looked at Ye in surprise. He couldn't understand why someone broke into here.

Even with the special status of the Braun Institute, the guards of those institutions and reformers are enough to keep anyone behind.But this kid who seemed to be about ten years old came here like this, and broke in roughly.

The middle-aged is wary, one of the trainers of the most assassinated troops, he will not despise the opponent as a kid.

"Give you a chance, give her to me, and then you commit suicide."

Ye looked at the middle-aged with no expression on his face. In the amber monster eyes, the cold killing intent was beating like flames.

He had already locked the movement in this room on the way here, so the little black pupil's desperate cry was heard clearly in his ears. Although this middle-aged man was working for the empire, he could only be blamed for his bad luck. .

"Do you know what the consequences will be if you break into the Imperial Capital Institute without permission? Little devil."

The middle-aged put away the syringe in his hand, and quietly stretched his other hand into the pocket of the white coat.

"Humph!"

In an instant, Ye turned into a black shadow and passed by.

Seeing this, the middle-aged pupils contracted for a while, taking out the pistol from the bag and aiming at Ye.

But the next moment, his arm suddenly broke all at once, without warning.

"——!?"

The middle-aged stared incredibly, and blood spattered from his arms.

Why didn't this little devil approach him yet, just swiped at him and cut off his arm!?

Obviously this kid doesn't have any weapons in his hands, so it's impossible that he can control the air!?

Huh!

In the middle-aged panic, a faint sound of breaking through the air sounded.

He watched his other arm separate from his body. The blood sprayed seemed to be stained with something invisible, but it slipped off that thing in an instant. Now, the middle-aged man can be sure that this kid must have some weapon in his hand. , It's just that the weapon has concealed its form, like an air blade.

Suddenly, a green weapon appeared in his memory. It was a legendary imperial tool.

"Teigu-"Death Sting"!?"

Thousands of years ago, the founding emperor, among the 48 imperial implements ordered by people to build, included several invisible special weapons. Among them was a green army thorn. Its name was the death thorn "Invisible Soul".

It is said that the weapon was made from the horns of an invisible super-dangerous species entrenched in the uncivilized Far East. Not only can this weapon be hidden anytime and anywhere according to the owner’s wishes, it also has a special “death” Through the'effect.

All the lives pierced by this army will be pierced into the soul at the same time, just like the invisible death god in the legend, coming and going without a trace to harvest the enemy's life.

Of course, every imperial tool has corresponding restrictions, and this death thorn is no exception.The first is its invisibility effect. It needs to consume a lot of mental power to maintain it. In addition, the biggest flaw is'death penetration'. This additional special attack is like a big move. Every time it is used, the owner will be out of power. I don’t want to recover in a few days.

But even so, the Emperor is still the Emperor, and everyone who holds it is truly a strong one.

"Who the hell are you!? Kid!"

Although the middle-aged man broke his arms, he did not lose his mind.

He tried his best to keep himself calm. In this research institute, it is not difficult to regenerate a limb.The most important thing now is to figure out the identity of the kid in front of you. If you die here unclearly, it is a tragedy.

"I have given you a chance."

The cold words fell, Ye turned around and raised his hand towards the girl with black hair and eyes curled up in the seat.

The girl was looking at Ye secretly, and suddenly saw him turning around, she hurriedly shrank up in fear and closed her eyes.

Hey!

With a few crisp noises, the straps that fixed the girl's limbs were easily cut off.

The girl who was free from the bondage shrank her small hand, her eyelashes trembled, and she opened her black jewel-like eyes carefully.

"what's your name?"

The soft voice came to the girl's ears.

"My name is...No. 8."

"Is this your real name?"

The girl shook her head, and then replied weakly.

"Black pupil...My name is Hei pupil."

"Black pupil, a nice name."

Ye smiled slightly, then reached out and gently held the girl's crying face.

The girl shrank her head, but in the end she did not escape.

"Will you follow me?"

He gently wiped away the girl's tears with his fingers, and Ye softly offered an invitation.

The girl didn't answer immediately after hearing this, she just stared at Ye with her beautiful black pupils unblinking.

After a while, she nodded.

"Okay, my name is Ye, I can call my brother in the future."

Ye was very happy when he got the girl's consent. He touched the girl's black hair, and then took her little hand.

The little hand holding the black pupil turned around, and Ye calmly looked at the middle-aged man.

"Want to seek revenge from him?"

"Ok."

Without hesitation, Black pupil nodded his head.

There was a ray of resentment in her black eyes, she was a girl who dared to love and hate.

"Then revenge him in the same way."

With that said, Ye picked up the syringe that fell on the ground and handed it to Black pupil.

Black pupil stared at the syringe closely, and then, after snatching it, let go of Ye's hand and walked towards the middle-aged man.

"What the hell do you want to do!? Kid! Do you know who I am!? You--"

"Noisy!"

The invisible air flow whizzed past, and the middle-aged's feet were cut off again.

"Uhhhhhhh!!"

The pain made his expression incredibly hideous.

However, no one offered mercy, and the splash of blood covered the little black pupil's face.

But there was no emotional fluctuation on her face, and she calmly walked to the middle-aged, holding the syringe in her small hand high.

"You, what are you going to do!? No. 8! Stop! I'm your father! Live...Uh-!!!"

The syringe stuck directly into his neck.

The nausea fluid was all pushed into the middle-aged body.

The next moment, a screaming scream resounded throughout the research room.