Evening Bell Church.

Chapter 202 Assassin's Creed

In the dark night, in the woods on the north side of the movie city, Connor held his breath hard, pressed his body against the back of a dead tree, and slowly squeezed the handle of the ax in his bloody hand.

"Quick! Find him quickly! Don't let him run away! He is seriously injured and can't run away!" Not far away, there was a mess of voices, and the dim gas lights flickered in the dark night, barely illuminating a corner of the dark forest .

Connor let out a breath slowly, looked up at the dim sky and said in his heart: "For the first time, I feel that the March Goddess is so pleasing to the eye."

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

"Assassins, be brave. We follow the darkness, cultivate hope, bully the weak, we kill them; we ignore the law, we kill them; the loopholes of the law are filled by us, and the ferocious net full of blood and corpses sweeps all Despicable sinners, wicked people, shameless people dragged into the abyss..."

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

Assassins and hunters have many similarities, but the commonality is patience and caution.

And these two qualities, Connor has both.

"That damned assassin actually touched our mysterious workshop." In the darkness, two soldiers were searching side by side with a lantern in one hand and a pistol in the other.

"He must be killed! Damn guy, he killed so many of our brothers. Now he has been shot four times, and he 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 we can't catch it, we can let the master curse him!"

The companion nodded after listening, and suddenly froze when his eyes swept around: "Why do you have an ax on your head!?"

"ax!?"

call!Swish...

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

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

It can be seen that his injuries are serious, and when he covered his mouth with his hands, a lot of blood continued to flow through the gaps between his fingers.

"The left lung was punctured, the abdomen was punctured, and there was a large amount of blood accumulation in the chest cavity and abdominal cavity, which had already affected the operation of internal organs. Although the bullet under the left rib did not penetrate the body, when it grazed the skin, it cut the capillary, and the blood was gone. I'm bleeding so much I can't maintain my body temperature."

Enduring the heart-piercing pain, Connor stood up, clenched his ax and moved forward with difficulty, still chanting the creed he had served since he was a child.

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

However, no matter how strong the will is, it cannot change the status quo of the body.

After advancing tens of meters and killing four more soldiers, he was found surrounded.

A dozen soldiers and four young men in black robes and holding green sharp blades stared at him. Connor held his breath hard to relieve the pain and suffocation in his lungs. The hatchet that has followed him for many years, with fortitude and firmness shining in his dark eyes, said five words that are very ordinary but as firm as steel: "I have awakened a long time ago."

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

Since ancient times, assassins have never had a good death, and every assassination is accompanied by huge risks.

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

There are even many more terrifying situations than these, but Connor doesn't care about these.

Because he...has awakened a long time ago!
These five words run through his whole life, his 15 assassinations in the past 120 years, and the sinful souls of 720 people who died under his hands.

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

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

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

This is the experience that Connor has summed up over the years.

Because of this, he kills at least 30 people on average every time he performs an assassination mission.

Wherever it goes, there is death.

"A real assassin won't run away and fall down before completing the assassination!" Connor spat out blood, his expression still calm and cold.

His current target is the clamoring young man.

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

He... walks the talk!
Whoosh!
But this time, the disadvantage was too great.

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

To be precise, he has no strength to break free.

"I won't let you die!" The young man walked over ferociously, took out the emerald green dagger, and stabbed at Connor's eyes, apparently trying to gouge his eyes out.
"It's a pity, it's a pity..."

Connor gladly accepts death.

boom!
Just when he was about to close his eyes, there was a muffled sound.

He felt a warm and viscous thing sprayed on his body.

Ahhhhh!
Immediately afterwards, piercing screams came.

He struggled to open his eyes, which were about to close, 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 herself, with a blood-stained sword on her shoulders, she lowered her head and grinned at herself: "Yo! Mad blood ax lord! Your willpower has been obtained!" The Holy Sword Maker's approval!"

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

With her was a woman with a tail and a body covered in scales.

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

In just ten seconds, a dozen people were all dead.

These people died in a terrible way. Some had their heads ripped off roughly, and the entire spine was pulled out of the body even with the head. It was extremely bloody and terrifying.

Someone's chest was completely flattened, and the huge depression made people's hearts jump...

After all, Connor is a person who has experienced great storms, and asked in a low voice: "Who are you?"

The female knight came over and said solemnly: "We are the messengers of the gods, the enemies of evil, the plowmen, sweepers, and executioners who bear the darkness and look up to the light. Evil dragon envoys. The combination of light and darkness, weaving gray patterns will be our way forward."

Connor was a little confused. He is 35 years old this year, but he doesn't understand a lot of words.

"Looks like it's another sleeping knight who hasn't awakened. It's our responsibility to wake him up, Desolate Demon Dragon Envoy." The female knight turned around and said.

The Desolate Demonic Dragon Envoy carefully laid his body flat and said, "I'll make up the settings later, let's revive him first. He should be very important to His Majesty the Pope."

After hearing this, the female knight came to her senses, stuck out her tongue playfully and said, "It's just right, I have a blood bottle here, let's inject him first to stabilize the injury!"

The Desolate Evil Dragon Envoy took the blood bottle, took out a silver needle from his bosom to connect it, and injected it into Connor's thigh.

"Why did you save me? His Majesty the Pope is..." Before Connor could finish speaking, his eyes sank and he passed out completely.

　It's a bit of a calvin, the next few chapters are very important, I will write very cautiously, the update will be later, please forgive me.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)