Chapter 139

Debra doesn't have her own surname. She is a pure assassin. Since she was adopted and trained, the meaning of her life is just to be a tool, a handy knife.

Although she suffered many years of cruel training, and even her body was completely transformed into a semi-shadow creature to infinitely improve her concealment ability, she did not feel any resentment because of it. I am proud and proud that I can provide a force to the organization.

Even though, she didn't even have the qualifications to know the real name of the organization, she could only firmly remember the symbol of the organization in her heart - the long sword wrapped in flames.

Debra has a heartfelt fanatical admiration for the organization. She knows how powerful the organization is, how huge the number of tools are for the organization, and how bright and just the way they are moving forward is.

Their enemies are numerous, and they will be against the world, but their cause is absolutely correct and will surely win in the end!

For this reason, Debra is devoutly willing to become an insignificant pebble in the process of opening up the new world, even if she is unknown.

This is the meaning of her life, all suffering is a sacrifice for a great cause, including death!

Therefore, when she was given the task of assassinating Wilde, she accepted it without hesitation.

Even because of this, she underwent an extremely painful secondary transformation, and briefly became a real shadow creature - there is a very special gap between reality and dreams, that is, the "shadow world", and shadow creatures, It is the monster that lives in it.

Under normal circumstances, shadow creatures are not aggressive at all, just like plankton living in water, jumping and shuttling among the shadows all day long, devouring each other, merging, and constantly being born.

They have nothing to do with the real world, but very few wizards can drive them, but the effect is only to change the shape of the shadow, or to make the shadow creature out of the shadow.

However, shadow creatures cannot leave the Shadow Plane, just like fish cannot leave water, otherwise they will die after a while.

Summoning and driving this kind of monster is useless at all, and no one cares about it over time.

Debra was one of the failures of the organization's new experiment in trying to repurpose the Shadowlands, and she was forcibly fused with a shadow creature, beings like her, the organization called - "Shadow Worm".

The outside world calls these mysterious killers "shadow assassins".

She can freely shuttle between reality and the shadow world, but when sneaking into the shadow world, she has to endure extreme soul-splitting pain all the time, and many shadow worms go crazy and commit suicide because of this.

"But everything is worth it. Those who hinder the organization must die!"

Debra knew Herries' name, on some list.

This is another tool that is different from hers. It has more uses and is more complicated to control, so the planning cost of the organization is also higher.

Harris should have used the Magic Mirror Egg to summon the god-level dream beasts needed by the organization, and he himself would use this to annex the Chijiao, merging a large number of small and medium-sized hunter organizations into a more useful tool for the organization.

But because of Wilde's intervention, not only did Herris die and became his sacrificial tool, the White Wolf and the Red Cult died together, and the one who finally integrated the hunter's forces turned into a new hunter organization.

The layout of the organization over the years has fallen short!

This is what Debra knows. She wants to remove all obstacles for the organization, so Wilde must die!

"'The Voice of Doom' will dissolve Wilde's thinking and brain, and he will slowly first feel as if there are ants crawling in the scalp, and then from the scalp, to the cerebral cortex, gray matter, brain, that kind of extreme The itch will destroy his will, and then he starts to scratch, tear his scalp, smash his skull, and finally dig out his already riddled brain, until now, he can't be free."

Debra originally thought so, and was already intoxicated by the fantasy of the other party screaming in pain but struggling helplessly. After all, she was only one step away from success.

Such a straightforward assassination is her style, and she goes straight to the target without any delay.

As for why Wilde received an ordinary person, this is not within her consideration. She only needs to hide and poison, so that the two things can be done well.

However, while she was waiting patiently, she suddenly saw the ordinary-looking young man take out a coin from his pocket and toss it upwards with a smile.

"Ding."

The coin spinning in mid-air stood upright, and the shuttle-shaped spindle engraved on it was like a pupil at this moment, and the whole coin was like an eye that suddenly came to life.

An indescribable feeling seized Debra's soul violently.

As if being watched by some dark existence, and as if being held tightly by an invisible big hand, she felt her heart throbbing at this moment, and a sense of fear and oppression emerged spontaneously.

run away!

Run away! ! !

Instinct is screaming, warning her, let her escape here quickly, a huge danger is coming.

However, she didn't have time to react at all, and there was no way to react.

The coin that had been frozen in the air for a moment had already fallen and hit the rim of the water glass in front of Wilde. I don't know which key point it hit on the glass, and a shallow crack on the water glass expanded with a "click" sound. , and then spread to the entire body of the cup.

"boom!"

The glass was smashed into countless fragments by the coin in an instant, and the translucent fragments flew around.

And the water in the cup flowed out in an instant, covering half of the table, and covering all the fragments. For some reason, the shadows of the fragments seemed to make a light "chi" sound, and they were all shaken.

Ah ah ah--! ! ! !

Debra let out a silent and shrill scream, and the "sound of doom" penetrated the barrier between reality and the shadow world in an instant, and all fell on her.

If she was a true shadow creature, then reality wouldn't have any effect on her.

If she was a fully humanoid, the Voice of Doom would only corrupt her brain and not the rest.

But unfortunately... there is no if.

She is a fusion creature, not only will be affected by reality, but also because of the characteristics of shadow creatures, every part of her body-all equal to thinking organs.

The invisible pain and itching like ants crawling swept across her whole body, bit by bit, adding another layer of pain to the original pain of traveling through the shadow world, making her want to tear herself apart and crush herself.

She began to dissolve, to devour herself, and then to be reborn on the spot again, howling and screaming silently, forming a cycle.

The scattered shadows of the glass did not attract any attention.

There is no way for Debra to leave here. This darkness, despair and pain will accompany her for an infinite time... There is no end, no end.

"Ding ding ding..."

The coin was bounced to the ground, Gululu rolled a few times, and fell down. There was no red dot marked by Lin Jie on the surface.

doom.

...

"Forehead……"

Lin Jie looked at a table of broken glasses and twitched the corners of his mouth, not understanding how things turned out like this.

Wilde stood up with a sudden change of expression, staring at the shadow of the broken glass thoughtfully.