This was an exceptionally difficult battle. The assassin, who was used to disguising himself in the shadows, had to face a squad of heavily armored knights head-on because the wizard Galileo was standing behind him.
Christopher fought off one enemy after another, gradually becoming covered in wounds and blood.
In a daze, he heard even more shouts of killing outside—
The rescue operation failed.
They were betrayed; it was a trap set by the church.
A long sword struck him mercilessly from behind, leaving a deep, bone-revealing wound on his back.
Christopher fell to the ground, and the modified hidden blade, a symbol of the Assassin Master, broke in two during the parry.
This seemed to foreshadow an ominous end.
Two days later.
The church organized a hanging, sending all the criminals involved in the rebellion to the gallows.
On the square in front of the religious prison.
Several disheveled and exhausted assassins, their hands bound and nooses for hanging, stood before the crowd.
The Vatican's judges, looking down at them, asked, "Do you know that you are guilty?"
Christopher's gaze fell on the rooftops in the distance, where he saw familiar figures—his companions from the Bluebells—watching them go. A smile crept onto his lips.
In a daze, he was still that carefree young man.
“You can kill a person, you can kill an organization, but you can never kill an idea,” Christopher said. “Only truth is immortal, only truth endures.”
After he finished speaking, he peacefully closed his eyes.
Roy's gentle face appeared before my eyes.
Luke closed his eyes, unable to bear watching: "Waaaaah..."
However, he heard something different.
No, the hanging hasn't been carried out yet, but a lot of loud noises can be heard outside.
213. Desperate Counterattack
The guards outside the religious prison initially expected to encounter infiltration, assassination, and other threats.
This is also a common tactic used by assassins.
As long-time rivals, they are very experienced and well-prepared.
But this time they miscalculated.
These bluebell assassins weren't actually stealthily moving around.
They didn't use the rooftops or hidden paths; they walked in openly and slowly through the main entrance.
Wearing an assassin's uniform adorned with bluebell medals, his hands hung casually at his sides, concealing the well-known "Grim Reaper"—the hidden blade—in his sleeves.
At first, only one or two people walked in front, but then dozens of people followed.
The crowd gradually grew.
These silent assassins, their faces hidden beneath their hoods, appeared as if they were all one person, and resolutely marched toward this side.
The guards initially showed fighting spirit and engaged the vanguard in battle.
But they soon realized something was wrong; there were too many assassins!
The bluebells seemed to be swarming everywhere!
There were hundreds, even thousands, of assassins behind them, closing in step by step. This caused the guards to retreat in panic and lock the gate.
But this resistance was futile against the assassin.
Suddenly, a dagger was thrust out from behind the guard captain.
This was a master assassin in black; no one knew how he infiltrated the area, and the dagger seemed to appear out of thin air.
He opened the gate and looked down at the hundreds of assassins below, who continued silently and resolutely toward the execution ground.
The assassins arrived in great numbers, yet remained completely silent.
As they surrounded the square, the judge was so shocked that his lips trembled.
He commanded his guards to fight to the death, but in the chaos, he discovered that the people who had come to watch the execution had begun to resist.
The common people are silent lambs, but they will not remain silent forever.
They raised their fists: "Down with the Pope! Give us back our land! We are innocent!!!"
"We don't need your trial!!"
"We were born innocent!!!"
Many people in the crowd were dressed in white robes from the assassin organization, blending in with the assassins and making it even harder for the Papacy's army to distinguish them.
This also made this white army appear to grow stronger and stronger.
Several men had already climbed onto the gallows and were grabbing the guards' weapons with their bare hands.