Creed of the heavens

The small box of unknown material was very strong, and the throwing knife made the sound of gold and iron clashing on the surface of the box, but it failed to hit Francisco himself accurately.

But after this wave of blocking by the thieves, the gap that had just been forcibly torn open by Francisco was filled again, and it was difficult for the templar who had lost momentum to get the same excellent opportunity to escape as before.

Lu Xiao half-drawn his bowstring and stood straight on the roof, ready to shoot. Under the effect of clairvoyance, he could intuitively capture the battle situation on both sides with the good view of the roof.

A small group of assassins led by Giovanni was fighting with Francisco's guards. Although they had gained the upper hand, it was difficult to escape from these thick-skinned Templars in a short time.

Francisco was entangled by more than a dozen thieves and mercenaries. Although he was not defeated for the time being due to his strong physical fitness and excellent fighting skills, as Giovanni freed up his hand, his ending can already be seen.

Francisco himself is well aware of this, the longer the time drags on, the less likely he is to escape.

Gritting his teeth heavily, Francisco put the small box that he temporarily used as a defensive item into his chest.

"May the Father of Insight guide us!"

Shouting the slogan of the Templars, Francisco gave up his defense and with his left hand grabbed the dagger that a thief stabbed at him.

"Pfft!"

Francisco, whose left hand was pierced, suddenly twitched his brows, and he slammed his head into the forehead of the thief while the other party was in shock.

"Oh!"

The violent contact of the skulls made a crisp collision sound, and the thieves, who was knocked into a daze, leaned back with dull eyes.

Francisco ignored his left hand that was still bleeding, and swung the big sword in his right hand, chopping off the head of the temporarily absent-minded thief.

The seriously injured left hand grasped the arm of the bandit's remnant body. Amid Francisco's loud shouts, the body was thrown horizontally, and the assassin's siege formation was in a hurry.

"drink!"

Francisco sank his weight and bumped into an equally powerful light-armed mercenary with his shoulder. The sharp metal shoulder armor hidden under the monk's robe pierced into the opponent's chest, causing a burst of screams. The injured mercenary Also because of the injury, his feet were unstable and he was knocked away by the huge impact.

Relying on a wave of unexpected self-destructive attacks, Francisco once again tore through the siege.

Before the surrounding thieves and mercenaries could reorganize their formation, Francisco endured the pain and began to break out.

"Whoosh!"

The sound of breaking wind from behind caused Francisco, who was full of anticipation to get out of trouble, to sink rapidly.

Although he escaped the surprise bow and arrow attack by tumbling at the critical moment, the opportunity to break through that he created with all his might was fleeting.

Seeing that there was no suspense on Giovanni's side, Lu Xiao focused most of his attention on Francisco, who had a fierce fighting style.

"Whoosh whoosh!"

The first shot stopped Francisco's attempt to break through. With the improved predictive ability brought about by the dynamic vision enhancement, Lu Xiao shot powerful arrows one after another, launching precise sniper attacks on Francisco from a long distance.

"Clang!"

Blocking the incoming arrows with the thick blade of the great sword, Francisco's hands felt a little numb from the powerful force attached to the arrows.

This kind of power super long-distance shooting?Can still maintain such an accurate shooting track, when did Florence's assassins have an extra sharpshooter?

As a middle-level Templar official who had been lurking in Emerald for a long time, Francisco had already had a relatively deep understanding of the Assassin members in the city, which was why he was able to create a breakout opportunity before.

Assassins and Templars know each other well, and there is no unexpected change, so it is difficult to escape the traps and ambushes that the other party has tried every means.

Lu Xiao's sudden appearance disrupted Francisco's preparations in advance, because of this unexpected factor that was not taken into account, Francisco had a very pessimistic prediction for this operation in his heart.

"what!"

With the last scream from another battlefield, Giovanni withdrew the Hidden Blade that had pierced the enemy's neck, and bright red blood shot out, infecting the surface of Giovanni's snow-white assassin's suit.

"It's over, Francisco, grab it and I'll give you a decent death."

The beleaguered Francisco felt that the sword in his hand was getting heavier and heavier, and his physical strength was rapidly consumed by Lu Xiao's uninterrupted ferocious sniping.

"huhu"

The heavy panting sound like a bellows indicated Francisco's state at this time, but driven by a certain belief, he still stood still, stubbornly looking at the distant roof where the arrow flew.

"Oh Giovanni, you've won this time, but you anarchist rogues don't want me to surrender!"

Francisco, who was bleeding from the corner of his mouth, laughed ferociously: "My compatriots will get back the handbook you took away sooner or later, and I will wait for you in hell!"

"call out!"

Lu Xiao in the distance couldn't hear Francisco's dying curse, and shot a bow and arrow at him again.

This time the arrow finally pierced through the forehead of Francisco, who was powerless to defend. The strong fighter quickly lost focus and fell backwards.

Giovanni sighed secretly, took out the small blood-stained box from Francesco's chest, and reached out to close Francesco's eyes that were still open.

"May death bring you peace, a warrior of faith."

After a moment of silence for the dead enemies, Giovanni got up again and issued an order: "Clean up the mess as soon as possible. Lorenzo does not want these corpses and bloodstains to disturb the nearby residents. Cover up all traces before the end of the mass!"

"Yes!"

Chapter 13 Giovanni's Expectations

"call"

After the battle was over, Lu Xiao, who was standing on a high place, also breathed a sigh of relief.

Drawing the bow with all his strength for a long time made his right arm a little weak and trembling. He didn't expect the Templar to be so tenacious.

What exactly supported his actions?

When Lu Xiao frowned puzzledly and blocked the last few arrows, his movements were obviously deformed. It was obvious that his physical strength was on the verge of collapse. Why was he still standing strong?

"Is this the power of faith?"

Shaking her head, Lu Xiao still can't understand the persistent pursuit of faith and faith in this era.

In the modern age where Lu Xiao lives, beliefs have long since disappeared from the lives of most people.

Judging from the circle of relatives and friends that Lu Xiao has come into contact with, only some people who did something bad when they were young will blindly believe in Buddhism that pays attention to the blessings of the afterlife in their later years, and they will even go bankrupt for this.

The many negative examples she had seen with her own eyes made Lu Xiao feel bad about religious beliefs.

When he was a child, like most innocent children, he believed that there were gods and ghosts in this world.

But with the growth of age and the accumulation of knowledge, the so-called "supernatural events" encountered in childhood gradually received scientific answers, and Lu Xiao's theory of gods and ghosts became more rational and objective.

Modern society does not believe in ghosts and gods. If you really want to say that you have a belief, most people will answer the same money.