Chapter 229 Faceless

And not long after, in the dungeon below the palace.

The maid of the tavern was imprisoned here, with heavy chains on her hands and feet, and the door of the cell was also sturdy, and it was almost impossible to forcibly open it except with a key.

huh~

The fire in the corridor flickered, and the surroundings were silent without the slightest sound.

At this moment, there was a slight movement, the tavern maid raised her head slightly, and then saw a looming figure walking in this direction not far away.

"grown ups."

A soldier stepped forward and said something in a low voice, but was caught off guard by a short knife directly poured into his throat.

puff.

Blood was sprayed on the wall, and the corpse was gently hugged and placed on the ground by the person who came, without making much noise.

When the red-haired woman saw this scene, her eyes narrowed slightly, and she knew that it was her companion who came to save her.

However, for some unknown reason, there was no joy in her heart, instead there was an uneasy feeling fermenting.

When the tavern maid was upset, the dark shadow reflected by the fire disappeared from her sight at some point, leaving only a corpse lying quietly on the cold ground.

But the next second.

The sound of a string of keys rang suddenly above the head of the tavern maid.

The woman was just a little distracted when she suddenly heard the sound that was so close at hand, and she raised her head in surprise. A dark shadow was blocking the fire on the corridor wall, covering her figure.

At this moment, the visitor has torn off the face with a knife scar, revealing the cheek of the mercenary 'Miguel' from Tyrosh below, and there is a hint of tiredness in the light blue eyes. .

"You came."

And just as he took out the key to unlock the lock, a calm voice sounded from behind him.

"Um."

'Miguel' nodded slightly subconsciously.

But even after realizing that this sentence did not come from the companion in front of him, the other party stared at him with shock and wide eyes.

"Who?"

Miguel felt a little cold all over in an instant, then quickly turned around and looked behind him.

A familiar figure was standing not far from him looking at him quietly, his long silver-gold hair was tied with a headband, and his own figure was reflected in his eyes.

The person who came was Viserys, who was assassinated by him during the day. The corpse of the soldier was still lying at his feet at the moment. Viserys looked down at the corpse and exhaled softly.

This is a familiar face, and he followed him to Pantos, but he did not expect to die here.

"His name is Judd."

"Followed by my side many years ago."

Immediately, Viserys raised his head again and spoke.

On the other hand, 'Miguel' also had an unconcealed shock in his eyes. He couldn't help but take a step back and glanced at his companion.

The eyes of the two looked at each other with a feeling of seeing a ghost.

"You shouldn't be alive."

Then 'Miguel' turned his head and looked at Viserys with piercing eyes, holding one hand against the cold iron window, and said in a hoarse voice.

He didn't expect to be able to see Viserys. Before this assassination, he smeared strong manticore venom on his short knife.

Once this poison enters the heart, it is sure to die. Before, the muscles of the whole body were necrotic, the wounds were pus, and even maggots were reluctant to approach the wounds.

More than half a day has passed now, no matter how you count Viserys, he should have died of poisonous blood, and it is impossible to stand in front of him.

However. Seeing is believing, Viserys is really standing in front of their eyes, and is walking in their direction.

"Yeah, I probably shouldn't be alive."

"But maybe your god of many faces wants me to be alive?"

Viserys spoke in a calm voice, and came over slowly at the same time.

tread.

tread.

Viserys' footsteps were clear in the silent cell.

step.

Another step.

"The Black Goat of Kohor? The Night Lion of Yidi? Or the Stranger of Westeros."

The God of Thousand Faces is the God of Death. Believers in the God of Thousand Faces believe that all gods in the world are just different faces of the same god, so almost all the gods in the world are enshrined in the House of Black and White.

And 'Miguel' watched Viserys keep coming over, and he couldn't help but take a step back.

Clang.

Then he drew a dazzling stabbing sword from his waist.

He held a sword in his right hand, and his left hand that was twisted was behind his back, posing as a water dancer.

The Faceless' rapier was less than a foot away from Viserys' chest.

And Viserys finally stopped at this time, and a pair of lavender eyes quietly looked at each other's cheeks.

I don't know why the Faceless Man suddenly felt a little unconfident in his right hand holding the sword, and even the palm of his hand was slightly sweating.

If 'Miguel' has enough confidence on weekdays, he can directly pierce the opponent's heart within this distance.

but now

Time was frozen for a second.

Immediately, the Faceless Man suddenly erupted without any warning, just like the sudden assassination of the Prince disguised as a ragged prince without any warning.

But last time Viserys had no defense, and this time the world's top killer faced Viserys head-on.

The bright stabbing sword pierced the air and stabbed out, trying to pierce Viserys' heart, but the silver-haired boy slightly sideways dodged with an incredible reaction speed.

'Miguel' had watched Viserys fight against the Mountain, and he knew that Viserys had a quick reaction time.

However, now that the roles have been reversed, he has become the position of the magic mountain to face Viserys directly, and he knows how much pressure it is to face such an enemy.

In the sense of the Faceless, it was almost as if his wrist had just moved slightly and this sword was about to be stabbed, and Viserys had already thought of where his sword was going to stab, and then almost synchronised with the movement of his sword to hide. open.

The Demon Mountain also felt the same way at the beginning, and it was extremely aggrieved.

brush!

At such a close distance, the sword of the Faceless stabs into the air.

next second.

The long sword on Viserys' waist was also unsheathed, and the sound of metal collision rang out, and the two exchanged hands.

clang clang-

And the last sound was even louder.

clang!

The narrow stabbing sword in the Faceless Man's hand shattered in the next collision with Dusk, and the tip of the sword was cut off and flew out.

At the same time, a bloody light bloomed, half of the arm fell to the ground, and blood spurted out.

The Faceless groaned in pain, then rolled back.