What were you doing before the end of the world? Are you going to be an assassin?

It happened in a flash. After his identity was recognized, Connor kicked his feet and rushed into the crowd, knocking away the nearest guard in an instant.

The poor man fell down without even a grunt, but Connor did not stop there. Under the disguise of [Apple of Eden - Master Assassin], he was ready. With a flip of his right hand, the golden flying knife pierced straight at the captain with the highest status. With a scream, the captain of the guards fell to the ground, holding his throat.

Connor's body crossed the space, and almost at the moment the captain fell to the ground, he appeared beside the captain with the flying knife.

[Apple of Eden: Rapid Assassination]!

The golden flying knife dissipated, and when it reappeared, it had reached the back of the neck of another guard. He didn't die from the first blow, but Connor's hidden blade had already stabbed into him, and then the second guard, who was killed!

Connor's body flickered like a ghost, flashing three times in a row, and only the last guard was left on the field.

He was so frightened by the attack that he didn't even notice that Connor had grabbed his staff - he was then yanked forward by a force, and the hidden blade manifested by the Apple of Eden pierced his throat.

The suffocation before death pressed hard on his lungs, and blood gushed out of his monkey head like a fountain.

Connor knocked down the guards one after another, then went back to kill the former warehouse manager and continued searching upwards.

Suddenness is the key to assassination. Even if the identity is revealed by the magic pattern recognition, the guards cannot even launch an effective counterattack.

The factory that was not in operation was completely dark, and you could hardly see your hand in front of you.

Connor in the shadows sensed some kind of danger. It was the effect of [Mind's Eye·False], and he immediately stopped and hung on a thick stone pillar.

A creepy howl suddenly sounded in the darkness. At first glance, it sounded like a wolf howl, but if you listened carefully... it was more like someone learned to make the sound of an animal using human vocal cords and throat.

Connor's [Eagle Vision] has discovered where these sounds are coming from.

The guards who roamed around in the dark factory used another kind of magic equipment. Unlike the short stick that could only launch magic missiles, it was more like a transformation magic.

Several figures emerged from behind the stone pillars, and now they looked more like some kind of "human-like creatures."

It has long gray hair all over its body, bloodshot eyes, and stands on two feet, almost as tall as a human.

But they have very long ears, noses and long mouths.

Its hands and feet turned into claws, and there was a furry tail behind it.

In Eagle Vision, these transformed soldiers are completely on a different level from the guards who were only armed with short sticks before.

Werewolf?

Connor took a deep breath. Could this kind of transformation magic be solidified on magic props for the degenerates who couldn't use magic? And could it be used in an organized way?

He looked around and saw that there were at least twelve werewolves surrounding him in the shadows. A life-and-death battle was bound to follow.

These werewolves are extremely fast and have extremely sharp senses.

The werewolves smelled blood and rushed forward, trying to pull Connor down from the pillar, but Connor had another skill, "Disappear". Several werewolves with their eyes open instantly fell into dizziness and pain. Only a few werewolves who were used to fighting in the dark and had no reliance on vision survived.

Connor seized the opportunity and chopped off an arm at the elbow with an axe. The wolf skin did not provide any protection, but made it impossible for them to wear enchanted armor. Even if they had armor, it was just like a child's toy in front of the battle axe enchanted with armor-breaking, which made the werewolves suffer a great loss in melee.

The poor guy let out a long, shrill scream, and fled into the darkness, covering his broken arm.

It seems that these guys are used to fighting with favorable winds, and they will immediately show their true colors when they encounter a battle that can cause them harm. Connor thought to himself that after doubling the panel, it is still just a panel, and the fighting will can only intimidate those unarmed degenerates.

Connor became more and more courageous as the battle went on. With the help of his [Sixth Sense], he was not afraid of being besieged at all. He chopped off the skull of a werewolf with an axe, and then pierced the eye of another werewolf with his hidden blade.

Even with its eyes pierced, the werewolf was still full of life, clawing desperately at Connor.

Stab it!

The claws grabbed the clothes that were materialized by the [Apple of Eden], and three faint lights appeared.

The werewolf's claws were extremely sharp, leaving deep marks on the stone pillars. Connor only felt a huge force hitting him, but it was blocked by a thin layer of clothes, and the claws could not advance an inch.

Two more werewolves recovered from their dizziness, and rushed forward while their companions were risking their lives to create a knockback effect, but were knocked down by Connor with a few moves. Their bodies were thrown out and hit their other companions, causing them to roll into a ball.

The miserable state of their companions finally sobered up the other werewolves. After the transformation, their beast instincts were overwhelmed by the fear of death. They slowly whimpered and retreated towards Connor, gradually disappearing into the darkness. Or, in other words, they fled upwards to call for reinforcements.

How could Connor let them go? He quickly swung between the stone pillars. He pierced a werewolf's thigh with a flying knife, and another one fell in front of him with his skin torn. When he killed the sixth werewolf, he simply cut open the guy's abdomen with an axe.

Wolf skin and fur flew everywhere, and bloody intestines immediately flowed out. The werewolf screamed and rolled into a ball, but Connor caught up with him and stabbed him again, so he didn't die in great pain.

After a moment, everything around was completely silent.

Connor calmed his breathing and put himself into the [Breath Blocking] state, while observing the movements around him to make sure no one slipped through the net.

Holding his breath and concentrating, he heard a rustling sound coming from somewhere nearby, like someone breathing heavily.

So he slowed down and walked towards that place as quietly as possible.

The sound seemed to come from the room where the guards had temporarily rested. The door there had collapsed and was smashed to pieces by the rebels, and no one had come to repair it yet.

After walking a distance forward and coming to the passage of the assembly line, he heard a faint whimpering sound.

Connor became more cautious, covering up any parts of his body that might reflect light, and carefully stepped over the remains of the gate and walked in. He could remember the way here even with his eyes closed.

The air was filled with a pungent smell, which was the remnant of poison gas from three or four days ago. Now it has dropped to a level that basically does not cause harm to people. In such a dim space, vision is far less sensitive than hearing, and even the slightest sound may be infinitely amplified.

Fortunately, no one ambushed Connor.

Turning the corner, he found a magic lamp that was still working, and a werewolf appeared under the magic lamp.

The werewolf groaned in pain, his left arm was missing, revealing the white bone stump. The werewolf was adjusting the short stick to high temperature mode, and extended the hot stick to his wound, using this most primitive method to disinfect himself.

When the red short stick touched the bleeding wound, the werewolf trembled violently, but he still clenched his teeth, trying hard not to scream.

Connor recognized that this werewolf was the one whose hand he had chopped off first!

While the werewolf was concentrating on treating his wounds and fighting the pain, Connor rushed forward and tried to catch the werewolf.

Although the wolf transformation magic only strengthened the panel, the panel was really strengthened. The werewolf first discovered Connor, whose breath was blocked, and stood up suddenly and ran away.

Connor reached out and grabbed the werewolf's good arm.

As soon as he touched the werewolf's hair, he almost let go of it.

The body odor of the werewolf was really disgusting, in addition to the original stench, it also had the stench of feces and urine. The hair on the arm was divided into two layers, the outer layer was long and soft, as smooth as if it had been applied with maintenance ointment; the inner layer was short and hard, and it pricked Connor's hand like a steel needle.

Connor had no choice but to increase the strength of his wrists and kick the short stick out of the werewolf's hand, making him lose the "magic" weapon that could reverse the situation.

After barely subduing the werewolf, Connor pinched his nose and asked his question: "What is the current situation of the factory? How many soldiers are there?"

There were no additional slaves, no resumption of work, and not even a large-scale repair crew was sent. Have the higher-ups completely abandoned this factory?

Ugh!

The werewolf just barked, bit upwards with its long snout, and twitched its tail.

Seeing that the other party had no intention of cooperating, Connor picked up his fist and punched the werewolf's head hard. Copper head, iron tail, tofu waist, after transforming into a werewolf, it also has the same physiological structure.

The werewolf, who was stepped on by Connor on the waist, was hit hard by the punch, and a stream of blood gushed out immediately.

"Say!"

Ugh! The werewolf opened his mouth, revealing a mouthful of broken teeth and the stench of cigarettes and alcohol.

"Hurry up and tell me." Connor lost his patience and swung his battle axe at the werewolf's shoulder blade. It was unwise to waste time on this guy. He had to pry his mouth open as soon as possible.

"You will know," the werewolf said with a big grin, his body twitching constantly with pain, "what you did today..."

"The main force will be here soon, and by then..."

"How many people are they going to send? How are we going to get down?" Connor pulled the werewolf up from the ground to prevent the captive from being stepped on to death. "Hurry up and tell me everything you know."

The werewolf spat fiercely, and saliva mixed with blood flew out with a fang. It seemed that he didn't want to answer this question.

So Connor aimed the axe at his thigh.

"Just kill me!"

The werewolf suddenly stared at Connor's back and smiled like a beast.

79. On the other side of the wall

Connor did not look back, because in his Eagle Vision there was no sign of any extra life approaching. The werewolf was underestimating him by trying to lure the tiger away from the mountain in this way.

The werewolf was not discouraged because he had already died.

The multiple injuries combined made his life like a candle in the wind. When he was picked up by Connor, he was already in the countdown to death.

"It's really unlucky..."

Connor threw the limp corpse away and watched as the werewolf's fangs, claws and hair gradually faded away, and its muscles slowly shrank back to the level of an ordinary person, revealing a normal human face.

The guard's clothes were still intact. Connor didn't hold out much hope and casually searched through the guard's pockets.

Suddenly Connor's fingers paused and touched something completely different from the fabric of the clothes.

That's a note.

It was placed in the left breast pocket of the guard's shirt and it looked like it had something very important written on it.

Before Connor could unfold the note, the magic lamp, having lost its source of magic power, suddenly went out, and the room became a pitch-black world again.

Connor cursed under his breath. The sudden darkness made him think that an enemy had appeared. He was so scared that the note fell from his hand and he dual-wielded the battle axe and dagger.

After waiting in the darkness for a while, with no change in Eagle Vision, Connor took out the Apple of Eden and used the faint light from this Prism-made device to feel for the note on the ground.

There were many symbols written on the note that Connor didn't recognize. These symbols were probably some kind of letters, but he couldn't figure out the meaning behind them.

However, he recognized the pattern made up of lines. It was a schematic diagram of the factory. It looked like a route map given to the wolves by a leader, and they needed to patrol along the route indicated on the map.

Connor found a pattern that was the same as the ones on the werewolves' bodies. He followed the pattern to lock onto his current location on the map. Combined with Eagle Vision, he had a more intuitive understanding of his situation.

The underground factory and assembly line where he worked was just part of the countless spider web nodes in the vast underground world, responsible for the assembly line production of a certain part.

If Connor wanted to get out, he might be able to use his skills and the Apple of Eden to use the elevator to pass through dozens of floors of the factory pierced by stone pillars and escape to the ground, but those people in Sean City would definitely not be able to do it.

Connor frowned. Is there no suitable way out?

Running his fingers over the rough paper, Connor spotted a branch off a patrol path.

"Ahaha! As expected, there is always a way out!"

The area where the underground factory is located collapsed a few years ago, causing the original underground water pipes to be abandoned. It was the collapsed exit that Connor saw when he led the resistance fighters to escape when Old Red pointed the way. The resistance fighters in Sean City also said that they had never seen anyone escape since the sewer collapsed, and the Tranquility Lake Monster fell into a state of hunger.

The patrol branch that Connor discovered was a new underground water pipeline that was redesigned and optimized for drainage, used by the underground factory and several other factories.

"Hey, it would have been great if Old Red had taken us along this route." Connor sighed, but he also knew that Old Red had done the best he could. As a degenerate, he only knew what was going on inside the factory and knew almost nothing about the outside of the factory. Naturally, he had no idea about this sewer that was shared with several other factories.

Connor prepared himself mentally and followed the map to sneak out of the factory and come to a very hidden staircase that led to the underground in twists and turns.

"If you want to go up, you have to go down first..." To be on the safe side, Connor gave up the idea of creating any light. It was very dangerous to hold a "torch" by yourself in the dark, especially since this road was within the patrol range of the werewolf soldiers.

The entrance to the newly constructed underground water system is very spacious and well-made.

Aside from the smell and dangerous wastewater, it's even big enough to accommodate an army marching here.

"Da Vinci, Raphael, Michelangelo, Donatello..." In the darkness, the concept of time became extremely vague. Connor walked a little distracted, and felt that he had walked for more than two hours. The dim road seemed endless, full of branch tunnels leading to other factories, closed intersections, statues marking intersections, and stairs going up or down.

Finally, Connor stopped his rhythmic steps at the door of a staircase.

【Eagle Vision Scan】

Connor did not let his guard down just because he saw the door. He pressed close to the stone door and observed what was happening outside.

Nothing was detected in Eagle Vision.

Connor pushed the stone door open carefully, trying not to make any noise, and then he climbed the steps and squeezed through the door regardless of his fatigue.

This was an absurdly large room. Connor had never thought that there would be a room in the underground water system. As soon as he stepped through the stone door, Connor felt as if a magic had just taken effect. The stench of the underground sewer and the bloody smell of the werewolf soldiers on his body dissipated, and the stench outside the door was also isolated.

There were various boxes stacked against the wall, and Connor guessed that this should be a warehouse because he saw a lot of canned food and equipment for the guards.

Boots, uniforms, and batons were what Connor could recognize. They were stacked in several boxes, with no signs of being opened.

Although the room was not as big as a factory, it was well equipped. In addition to a large dining table, there was also a desk and two chairs for work. On the desk were scattered material registration forms and patrol registration forms, weighed down by a stone.

Putting those things back where they belonged, Connor did not forget that he was here to find a way out.

Looking around, Connor used the [Eagle Vision: Reveal] on the mechanism, and soon found a wall emitting magical light. Connor opened the box and took out a short stick, knocking hard on the wall, but the wall remained motionless.

"It is unlikely that magic will be needed, since the people here are all degenerates..."

Connor was not discouraged, and sat at the table thinking. The magic mechanism that could be used by the Degenerates could definitely be used by him.

Glancing at the patrol registration form on the table, Connor decided to start with the things with words on them to see if he could find any clues.

He recognized the words this time because there were a lot of patterns on them.

"Use the magic stick to count three blocks upwards, then count two blocks to the left, and then tap three times... You can fish for it, but you can't bring it back to eat..."

Connor put down the patrol registration form and looked at the wall with a twitching mouth.

With a strong sense of déjà vu, Connor did as he was told. The stone slab he knocked on began to shake, and a small hole appeared in the middle. The hole grew larger and larger until it could accommodate three or four people.