Cthulhu Gonfalon

Seeing that the Robe of Law was in front of him, Wood knew that his risky return became a failure.

But he didn’t want to give up.

As an ace spy, he had encountered countless dangers throughout his life. The current situation was far from “desperation.”

As expected, it didn’t take long before the opportunity came.

No one knew what the director was thinking, but he actually came here, too. Moreover, this guy actually went directly to Wood. The distance between them was shorter than 20 steps.

This distance was easily within Wood’s reach!

As a high-level paladin, he was best at mid-range attacks. At such a distance, he could use two steps at most to rush to the director’s face. According to the speed of his attack, two steps were equal to the time it took to blink once.

How long did it take to blink? Few people calculated it because it was too short.

Wood used to think so, but this time, he felt that a blink was still too long.

If the time could be shorter, it would be better!

In a flash, Wood rushed to the face of the intelligence director, and he pulled out his sword at his waist.

Of course, he didn’t rush over to talk to the director. He didn’t want to negotiate. He wanted to do only one thing.

Kill!

The reason why he wanted to kill the intelligence director was due to personal resentment, but that was secondary. The main reason was that he believed this person shouldn’t live in this world anymore.

This person framed an ace spy of the federation because of envy. No matter how noble his identity was, he was only suitable for being an unimportant official. He was not suitable for being a director in a key department.

However, this guy was now a director, and he was in one of the most important departments of the federation—the Intelligence Department.

To make matters worse, this guy had been an intelligence director for more than a decade.

That was a very serious mistake! Wood decided to correct it.

This might be the last thing he did for the federation, so he wanted to do it well without any mistakes. For so many years, he had rarely made mistakes in his tasks. He didn’t want to discredit his glorious resume at the last moment.

So he wanted to be faster so that no one could react. The intelligence director would have no time to resist or escape because of his fast speed. That would be good!

Wood did his best. It was the first time since he stepped into the high level. He was a little surprised to find that his pace was faster than that in the past, and his sword was faster, too. The improvement was not obvious, but he was already very fast. On that basis, even if he was only a little faster, it would be a huge improvement.

Just like in the 100-meter race on earth, professional athletes could finish it in 11.5 seconds, national athletes in 11 seconds, world-class athletes in 10.5 seconds, and Olympic final players in ten seconds. As for 9.5 seconds—at least before Sui Xiong space-traveled here, no one on earth could be that fast.

One hundred meters, from 11.5 seconds to 9.5 seconds—the gap was just two seconds. The distance of 20 steps was as long as 15 meters on earth, less than 1/6 of 100 meters.

Suppose that there was a person who was the champion of all the physical competition events on earth. He achieved a world record that no one could break. At this distance, his rushing speed was a little faster than in the past. What did that mean?

There was a phrase that was very suitable in describing that—as fast as lightning.

At least for the intelligence director, Wood was really as fast as lightning.

At the moment when Wood rushed over, the intelligence director didn’t react. When he reacted, it was about 1/10 of a second later, or a little longer.

Anyway, when he came back to his senses, Wood had already rushed to his face. He even saw the blinding light of Wood’s sword.

A sword’s cold light.

At this moment, the intelligence director’s thoughts were fast beyond imagination. He remembered a lot of things in a mess, but it disappeared with nothing left, like water infiltrating into the sand instantly.

He wanted to react. For example, he was also carrying a sword. He could use it to fight. He also carried several advanced magic scrolls, and he could cast spells. Moreover, he had several good magic items. As long as he activated them, not only could he save himself, but also he could kill Wood.

But he just “thought.” He could do nothing but think.

His body couldn’t keep up with the speed of his mind. He saw Wood rushing towards him, and he saw Wood pulling out his sword. He saw his bodyguards trying to block Wood, but they didn’t have the time to rush over or to even pull out their swords. He saw the official who was in charge of spy work with a stunned expression on, his mouth wide open. He saw that the great mage, whom he had just contacted with, was also stunned. Then the face of the great mage was full of anger, and his body let out strong magical fluctuations.

The intelligence director also saw that at least four or five magic lights rushed in from all directions. The lights were about to stop Wood. He also saw that a magic light flashed on his own body. Most likely, the magic item that could save his life was passively activated.

But he could only “see.”

The sword’s cold light was getting closer and closer. It stabbed towards his forehead.

Everything was meaningless to him at the moment, everything except for the glinting light that was getting closer and closer.

At this moment, he suddenly had a wonderful feeling.

So beautiful!

Time stopped. All kinds of magic spells coming from all directions stopped. The sword that was faster than any spells stopped.

So beautiful!

Wood’s sword pierced his forehead with powerful airflow. It smashed half of his skull. At that moment, that sentence was all he was thinking in his mind.

If someone examined his body carefully, they would find that the expression on his face was not fear or horror. Although he was assassinated by Wood, the last expression on his face was sincere and pure admiration without any impurities.

The sword’s light flashed and disappeared. Then, magic lights of various colors appeared.

Most of these magic lights fell on Wood’s body, and only one fell on the intelligence director, mixing in with the light that flashed on the director.

However, it was useless. The director was already dead.

The situation was similar to those lights that attacked Wood.

When the first light fell on Wood, his speed slowed down instantly, and it was as slow as a freeze-frame in a movie.

Then, the second light fell, and his face instantly became gray. His vitality quickly left his body.

The third light fell, and half his body became withered. The enchanted sword in his hand lost its brilliance, and it looked a little rusty.

The fourth light fell, and his eyes completely lost vitality. His whole body fell down to the ground.

Before he fell, the fifth light had turned him into dust.

The other following lights all lost their target.