Before he finished speaking, the filthy shadow behind Leonard seemed to come alive and silently condensed into a tall and thin figure wrapped in black tight leather armor.

Not a breath leaked out, but the moment he appeared, the shadows of the entire sewer seemed to solidify and the temperature dropped sharply.

The oppressive feeling of a legendary strong man is far beyond that of a degraded golem!

Leonard seemed to be confident of victory. He stood up calmly, brushed off the stain on his robe with a proud attitude, pointed at Monica and said to the black shadow:

"Yingyi, this is the family traitor Monica. Kill her immediately! Whoever takes her head, in the name of Patriarch Bellucci, will reward you with ten times your previous resources!"

The person who came was none other than the supreme leader of the Bellucci family's shadow guards, a true legendary shadow assassin.

In the shadow beneath his hood, two cold rays of light swept across the paralyzed remains of the golem on the ground, and fell on Monica's pale but firm hand, with the lingering ring of the Ring of Truth still between her fingers.

Finally, he turned to the arrogant Leonard.

To everyone's surprise, Yingyi did not take action.

His deep, hoarse voice echoed in the dead silence of the sewer, calm and without a ripple, yet carrying a sense of decisiveness that cut through everything:

"Lord Leonard, your time is over."

The remaining ecstasy on Leonard's face suddenly froze, like a burning coal doused in ice water.

He subconsciously took a half step back, his back hitting the cold, damp stone wall. His Adam's apple rolled for a moment, and he finally squeezed out a question from between his teeth:

"What did you say?"

The pair of eyes sunken in the fat were fixed on the shadow under Ying Yi's hood, and the pupils shrank sharply due to extreme horror and absurdity, as if it was the first time that he truly saw the leader of the shadow guards who had been loyal to the family for many years.

"Betrayal!" He suddenly raised his voice, his voice piercing with anger at being completely fooled. His fat fingers trembled nervously as he pointed at the other party. "I have given Shadow Guard unprecedented resources and status! Far surpassing that of previous family heads! How dare you—"

"Betrayal?" Ying Yi's voice was filled with a subtle hint of sarcasm. "We are Bellucci's shadow guards. We protect the future of the Bellucci family, not the selfish desires of a single patriarch."

He tilted his head slightly, and his gaze from under the hood turned to Monica again. His gaze was as sharp as a knife, as if he was evaluating the core value of a rare treasure.

"She," Ying Yi slowly raised a bony finger, pointing at Monica and the ring on her finger, "can disintegrate the core of the legendary golem in an instant. This is not brute force, but insight and control of the truth.

"This is the most precious potential in the Bellucci bloodline, and it is the compass that guides the family towards true prosperity—the power of knowledge.

"Lord Leonard, besides squandering your family's wealth, flattering the powerful, and selling out your roots, what else can you do to guide your family?"

"As for resources?" Ying Yi's voice grew even colder. "The Shadow Guards are loyal to a stronger leader, not a sinking ship. We only choose the better."

He bowed slightly and performed an ancient and simple shadow ceremony in Monica's direction:

"Ms. Monica, the Shadow Guard leader, 'Shadow One', awaits your return to take the helm of the Bellucci family's true direction."

This sudden change made the air freeze.

Mark's grip on the cross relaxed slightly, and his eyes flashed with colorful black light, his vigilance remained unchanged.

Onard was completely stunned, his face drained of all color, as if the last bit of his soul had been sucked out. His lips trembled, but he couldn't make any sound. Only boundless fear and absurdity remained in his eyes.

His greatest reliance betrayed him at the last moment and turned to the traitorous woman he wanted to get rid of the most!

Monica had no reaction to Yingyi's declaration of allegiance, not even her eyes wavered.

All her attention was fixed on the obese figure in front of her who collapsed to the ground again with a look of despair on his face.

The surrender of the Shadow Guard leader merely cleared an unexpected stumbling block on her road to revenge, nothing more.

The direction of the Bellucci family?

That was as light as a feather compared to her only wish at the moment.

She moved.

There was no dazzling light or shadow, no superfluous words, only the wind of solidified murderous intent brought about by a step forward.

"No...you can't..." Leonard's last wail was ruthlessly cut off by the cold blade light.

Phew!

The dagger slashed fiercely across the fat neck.

Warm and sticky blood spurted out violently like a volcano that had been suppressed for decades, splashing on the cold stone walls and the dirty ground, making a light "papping" sound that was particularly harsh in the silent sewer.

The head, filled with astonishment, fear, unwillingness and disbelief, rolled a long way under the push of the blood fountain, and finally hit the cold metal ankle of the stopped golem and stopped.

The obese body without a head twitched violently for a few times, like an animal with its throat cut, and then completely collapsed, without a trace of life.

The sticky blood beads slowly dripped along the sharp blood groove of the dagger.

Monica lowered her eyes to glance at the rapidly expanding dark red pool of blood on the ground, raised her hand stained with her father's blood, and casually wiped the dagger on the cold stone wall.

The sewer returned to silence, with only the whimpering of flowing sewage and the strong, sickening smell of blood filling the air.

Yingyi stood silently in the shadow, like a real shadow.

…

Outside the auction house hall.

The iron wall encirclement of the Royal Guards of the Kingdom of Karl collapsed instantly the moment the Third Holy Knights appeared.

The thorny griffin emblem may be dazzling as a symbol of royal power, but in front of the holy sword emblem that pierces the shadows and surrounds the ears of wheat, the remaining will to suppress will melt away like snow in the scorching sun.

The holy light flowing from the knights' pure white leather armor was not dazzling, but it carried an unquestionable and overwhelming pressure, making these guards loyal to the king feel a suffocating fear from the depths of their souls.

The palms of their hands that were tightly gripping the halberds began to sweat, and the formation loosened slightly under the invisible pressure, and there was no longer any ferocity in executing the "slaughter order".

However, not everyone is intimidated by the majesty of the Holy Light.

"Styx...Sacrifice...Start!!!"

The gray-robed wizard, who had just escaped from the evil death-substitution spell in the box and had blood stains still on the corners of his mouth, had complete madness in his eyes.

He ignored the existence of the Knights Templar, ignored the warnings of the legendary Knight Commander of the Royal Guard beside him, and ignored everything around him.

Irina is dead, his plan has been exposed, and there is no hope for him to survive. His only thought at this moment is to use the most filthy power to turn this place into purgatory, dragging all those who know the truth into the abyss, and burying them with the royal secret!

"laugh--!"

There was a sound of tearing silk.

The deputy commander of the Holy Knights rushed over through the crowd.

He ignored the cold tip of the knight's spear that pierced his abdomen. The severe pain instead stimulated his final madness.

He actually grinned and thrust his withered palm, which was stained with his own blood, fiercely into the wound on his abdomen that was torn by the gun tip!