Evening Bell Church

In the dark night, in the woods on the north side of Guiying City, Connor tried hard to hold his breath, pressed his body against the back of a dead tree, and slowly squeezed the ax handle in his blood-stained hands.

"Quick! Find him quickly! We must not let him run away! He is seriously injured and can't run!" Not far away, there was a burst of chaotic sounds, and dim gas lights flickered in the dark night, barely illuminating a corner of the dark woods. .

Connor exhaled slowly, looked up at the dim sky and thought to himself: "This is the first time I feel that the goddess of March is so pleasing to the eye."

The night was dark and windy, and it happened to be cloudy. The clouds blocked all three moons in the sky, making the usually dark night with good visibility much darker.

"Assassins, be brave. We accompany the darkness, cultivate hope, bully the weak, and we kill them; ignore the law, we kill them; we will fill the loopholes in the law, and the ferocious net overflowing with blood and corpses will cover all Despicable sinners, sinful people, and shameless people are dragged into the abyss..."

Connor was chanting Assassin's Creed in his mind, and his body in black leather armor walked cautiously through the darkness like a ghost.

Assassins and hunters have many similarities, one of which is patience and caution.

Connor possesses both of these qualities.

"That damn assassin actually got into our mysterious workshop." In the darkness, two soldiers holding a lantern in one hand and a pistol in the other said this, searching side by side.

"He must be killed! Damn that guy, he killed so many of our brothers. Now he has been shot four times and is not far from death. When I catch him, I won't let him die happily."

"His name is Connor, right? It doesn't matter if you can't catch him, we can let the master curse him!"

The companion nodded after hearing this, and was suddenly startled when his eyes swept around: "Why is there an ax on your head!?"

"ax!?"

call! Uh-huh...

Before the two people could react, two streams of blood sprayed out in the dark night, and they died.

After killing two people, Connor knelt on the ground weakly and covered his mouth with his hand to prevent himself from coughing.

It could be seen that his injuries were serious, and when he covered his mouth with his hand, a large amount of blood continued to flow from the gaps between his fingers.

"The left lung was punctured, the abdomen was punctured, and there was a large amount of blood in the chest and abdomen, which had affected the operation of the internal organs. Although the bullet under the left rib did not penetrate the body, it cut the capillaries when it grazed the skin, and the blood had already I lost too much fluid and couldn’t maintain my body temperature.”

Connor endured the heartbreaking pain and stood up, holding the ax tightly and moving forward with difficulty, still chanting the creed he had served since he was a child.

"All spirits are equal in death. We assassins use death as a sharp blade to purify all filth and all injustice in this world..."

However, no matter how strong your will is, you cannot change the current condition of your body.

After advancing a few dozen meters and killing four more soldiers, he was discovered and surrounded.

A dozen soldiers and four young men wearing black robes and holding green blades stared at him. Connor tried hard to hold his breath to relieve the pain and suffocation in his lungs. He clenched the gun he just grabbed with his left hand and held it in his right hand. The hatchet that had been following him for many years, his dark eyes flashed with fortitude and determination, and he said five words that were very ordinary, but as firm as steel: "I have realized it a long time ago."

These five words were what he said on the first day he joined the organization, and they are also his own motto.

Since ancient times, assassins have never died happily, and every assassination is accompanied by huge risks.

It can be said that every action is playing games with death. Death, serious injury, disability, and madness are all possible.

There were even many more terrifying situations than these, but Connor didn't care about them.

Because he...had already realized it!

These five words have run through his life, his 120 assassinations in the past fifteen years, and the sinful souls of a total of 3,727 people who died at his hands.

"He's dying! Break his limbs! We can't let him die happily!" The fanatical young man in black robe said with a ferocious expression.

After hearing this, a sneer flashed in Connor's heart, and he used the last strength of his body to sprint forward.

"A real assassin will not be exposed out of fear. If you kill all the witnesses, there will be no risk of exposure!"

This is what Connor has learned over the years.

Because of this, he killed at least thirty people on average every time he carried out an assassination mission.

Wherever it passes, there is death.

"A real assassin will not run away or collapse before completing the assassination!" Connor vomited blood, but his expression remained calm and cold.

His current target is the clamoring young man.

As long as he is killed, even if he dies, then he has not violated all the creeds in his life.

He... means what he says!

Whoosh!

But this time, the disadvantage is too great.

When he was sprinting, a large soft net rushed towards him, restraining him and pressing him to the ground, unable to break free.

To be precise, he no longer had the strength to break free.

"I won't let you die happily!" The young man came over ferociously, took out the green dagger, and stabbed Connor in the eyes. It looked like he was going to dig out his eyes.

"What a pity, what a pity..."

Connor accepted death happily.

Bang!

Just when he was about to close his eyes, a muffled sound came.

He felt something warm and sticky spraying on his body.

Ahhhh!

Immediately afterwards, a piercing scream came.

He opened his eyes with difficulty, and found that the young man's head had been smashed by something.

Looking up, a female knight in silver-gray heavy armor looked down at him, with a blood-stained sword on her shoulder, and grinned at him: "Hey! Lord of the Mad Blood Axe! Your willpower has been recognized by the Holy Sword Master!"

After that, her body left like a gust of wind and began a bloody killing.

With her was a woman with a tail and scales all over her body.

The two bodies danced in the night sky, like invisible ghosts.

In just ten seconds, more than a dozen people died.

These people died very miserably. Some of them had their heads torn off roughly, and the entire spine was pulled out of the body with the head, which was extremely bloody and terrifying.

Someone's chest was completely flattened, and the huge dent was frightening...

Connor had experienced many ups and downs, so he whispered, "Who are you?"

The female knight came over and said seriously, "We are the messengers of God, the enemies of sin, the cultivators, cleaners, and executioners who carry darkness and look up to light. I am the Holy Sword Master of Light, and this one is the Desolate Evil Dragon Master. The intersection of light and darkness, weaving a gray pattern will be the way forward for us."

Connor was a little confused. He was 35 years old this year, but he didn't understand many words.

"It seems that this is another sleeping knight who has not awakened. It is our responsibility to wake him up, Desolate Evil Dragon Master." The female knight turned around and said.

The Desolate Evil Dragon Master carefully laid him flat and said, "I'll fix the settings later, save him first. He should be very important to His Holiness the Pope."

The female knight reacted after hearing this, and playfully stuck out her tongue and said, "It just so happens that I have a blood bottle here, let's inject it into him first to stabilize his injuries!"

The Desolate Evil Dragon Master took the blood bottle, took out a silver needle from his arms, connected it, and injected it into Connor's thigh.

"Why did you save me? His Holiness the Pope is..." Before Connor finished speaking, his eyes sank and he fainted completely.

I'm a little stuck. The next few chapters are very important. I will write very carefully. Please forgive me for the late update.