In the dark night, in the woods on the north side of the studio, Connor struggled to hold his breath, pressed his body against the back of a dead tree, and slowly clenched the handle of the axe in his hand stained with blood.

"Quick! Find him quickly! He must not be allowed to escape! He is seriously injured and cannot run!" Not far away, there was a chaotic sound, and the dim gas light flickered in the night, barely illuminating a corner of the dark woods.

Connor exhaled slowly, looked up at the dim sky, and said in his heart, "It's the first time I feel that the March Goddess is so pleasing to the eye." ”

The night was dark and windy, and it was a cloudy day, and the clouds blocked all the three moons in the sky, making the dark night, which usually has good visibility, much darker.

"Assassin, be brave. We accompany the darkness, cultivate hope, bully the weak, we kill them, we kill them in ignorance of the law, we fill the loopholes of the law, and the hideous web of blood and corpses drags all the vile sinners, the wicked and the shameless into the abyss......"

Connor recited the Assassin's Creed in his mind, and his black-skin-clad body creed through the darkness like a ghost.

Assassins and hunters have many things in common, but they have patience and caution in common.

And Connor possessed both of these qualities.

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

"He must be killed! Damn it, he killed so many of our brothers, and now he has been shot four times, and he is not far from death, and when I catch him, I will not let him die a happy death." ”

"His name is Connor, right? It doesn't matter if he can't be caught, we can make the Master curse him!"

The companion nodded when he heard this, and his eyes were suddenly stunned as he swept around: "Why do you have an axe on your head!?"

"Axe!?"

Whew!......

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

After killing the two men, Connor fell to his knees weakly, reaching out to cover his mouth to prevent himself from coughing.

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

"The left lung was pierced, the abdomen was pierced, and there was a large amount of blood in the abdominal cavity of the chest, which had affected the operation of 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 flowed too much to maintain body temperature. ”

Connor stood up in the pain of his heart, clenched his axe and struggled forward, still reciting the creed he had served since childhood.

"All souls are equal in death, and we Assassins use death as a blade to purify the world from all filth and in......justice."

However, no amount of strong will can change the current state of the body.

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

More than a dozen soldiers and four young men in black robes with green blades in their hands stared at him, Connor tried to hold his breath to relieve the pain and suffocation in his lungs, his left hand clenched the gun he had just snatched, and his right hand held a short-handled axe that had followed him for many years, his dark eyes flashed with fortitude and firmness, and he said five words that were very ordinary, but as firm as steel: "I have long been conscious." ”

These five words were spoken on the first day he joined the organization, and they were also his self-motto.

Since ancient times, there has been no good end for assassins, and every assassination comes with great risk.

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

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

Because of him...... Enlightenment!

These five words ran through his life, through his 120 assassinations in the past 15 years, and through the sinful souls of 3,727 people who died at his hands.

"He can't do it! Break his limbs! Can't let him die happily!" said the fanatical black-robed young man with a hideous expression.

A sneer flashed in Connor's heart as he burst out with the last of his body's strength and sprinted forward.

"A real assassin will not be exposed because he is afraid, and if he kills all the witnesses, there is no risk of exposure!"

That's what Connor learned over the years.

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

Everywhere you go, there is death.

"A true assassin doesn't run away and fall before he completes his assassination!" Connor spat blood, his expression still calm and cold.

His target now is the clamoring youth.

As long as he kills him, even if he dies, then he has not violated all the creeds of his life.

He...... Walk the talk!

Sou!

But this time, the disadvantage is too great.

As he sprinted, a large soft net came to his face, binding him to the ground and unable to break free.

To be precise, he didn't have the strength to break free.

"I'm not going to let you die a happy death!" the young man walked up to him, took out the turquoise dagger, and stabbed Connor in the eye, as if he was going to gouge out his eye.

"It's a pity, it's a pity......"

Connor gladly accepted death.

Bang!

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

He felt a warm, sticky spray on his body.

Ahhh

Immediately after, a piercing scream was heard.

He struggled to open his eyes, which he was about to open, 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, her blood-stained sword on her shoulder, and grinned at herself: "Yo! Crazy Blood Axe Lord, your willpower has been recognized by the Holy Sword Envoy!"

With that, her body left like a raging wind and began a bloody killing.

She was accompanied by a woman with a tail and scales all over her body.

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 their entire spine was pulled out of their bodies with their heads in tow, which was extremely bloody and terrifying.

Someone's chest was completely smashed, and the huge depression made people's hearts beat......

Connor was a man who had experienced a lot of wind and waves, and asked in a low voice, "Who are you?"

The female knight came up to her and said, "We are the messengers of the gods, the enemies of evil, the cultivators who bear the darkness and look to the light, the sweepers, the executioners, I am the holy sword envoy of radiance, and this one is the dragon envoy of the desolate demons. Light and darkness meet, and a gray pattern will be our way forward. ”

Connor was a little confused, he was Chinese New Year's Eve five years old, but he didn't understand a lot of words.

"It seems that another sleeping knight who has not awakened, and it is our duty to awaken him, the dragon envoy of the desolate demons. The female knight turned.

The Desolate Demon Dragon Envoy carefully flattened his body and said, "I'll make up for it in a while, and I'll revive him first." He should be important to His Majesty 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 vial here, let's inject him into it to stabilize the injury first!"

The Desolate Demon Dragon Envoy took the blood vial, took a silver needle from his bosom, and injected it into Connor's thigh.

"Why did you save me?" His Majesty the Pope ......" Connor was he unable to finish his sentence, his eyes sank, and he fainted completely.