Chapter 635 - The End of Assassin’s Creed: Brotherhood

Translator: Noodletown Translations Editor: Noodletown Translations

Mr. Fang just stood behind the elves and watched them play. Obviously, these people had completed the script of the show.

“Now, get ready.”

“Do you see that place?” Sala pointed up. “That spot is good; we’ll go up there later.”

Controlling a female assassin, Sala got up to the roof and advanced to the direction of the Pantheon.

Other elves followed her closely.

“Are you guys ready?” Elder Sewell asked.

“In a minute. Elder, you can go out now. We’ll find good shooting positions.” The elves killed some templar knights on the roof facing away from the street; these people were blocking their way. Professionally, they sneaked into the best positions they could find.

“I’ll walk out now!” Elder Sewell yelled.

“Okay! Okay!”

They worked together in a seamless and harmonious way.

When the pope’s carriage team came, Elder Sewell controlled Ezio to stride out from the hiding place.

Just as in the trailer, the crowds backed away from him.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

At this moment, the other elves had come to an empty residential house to dodge people’s eyes.

“Hey! This door is locked!”

“How do I open it...”

“It seems that we need assassin’s special lock picking tool...”

“Let me try it. We’ll open this door and set the ambush on the balcony...”

A lock picking tool was stuck into the keyhole.

– Ten seconds later –

“Are you in position?” Elder Sewell strode on while a large group of templar knights surrounded her.

“Ugh... Almost!” Captain Lance had cold sweat on his face. “Let me do it.”

“Are you there or not?!” On the square, a big group of templar knights ran after Ezio and hacked at him.

“Almost there! Almost!” Sala said, “Get off! Let me do it; I know how to open it!”

Captain Lance moved away, and Sala tried her hand at the lock.

Snap!

“Um... it’s stuck.” Sala looked embarrassed.

“Forget it.” Captain Lance walked up. “Let me do it.”

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Boom! Boom! Boom!

They hacked at the door.

“Assassins! There are assassins here!”

“My goodness! Run! Run!” As if they poked a hornets’ nest, the elves ran wildly while a group of people chased after them.

“Can’t outrun them! Fight! Fight! Fight!”

“Are you in position or not!?” On the square, Elder Sewell ran while being chased by as many as 100 royal guards.

“??? Where are you guys?! Talk to me!”

The other elves were busy hacking and slashing.

“Auch!” Elder Sewell screamed.

“...” On the other side, the elves panted. “We finally got rid of them.”

“Can we continue sneaking up?”

“Let’s go! No one discovered us...”

“How come it feels different from the scene in the trailer...”

“Let’s go and protect Elder Sewell...”

“Ugh? Where’s Elder Sewell?”

Mr. Fang was watching Elder Sewell putting down her virtual reality headset and standing up in confusion.

On her screen, Ezio had been hacked to death on the square.

“...” Mr. Fang almost fell to the ground while laughing.

...

With a mug of Cappuccino in his hand, Mr. Fang rubbed his belly which was still hurting due to his uncontrollable laughter. Then, he watched while the elves began another round of assassination.

Meanwhile, the assassins born on this continent had gained great improvements in all kinds of skills.

At this moment, the excellent assassins such as Elina and Harrison had come to the end of the game.

“How did they make this Apple of Eden?” A few people exclaimed. On the screen was the battle freeing Rome. Ezio activated the golden apple, and everything around him seemed to move in slow motion. The sphere emitting golden light suddenly shot out golden lightning energy, knocking down all the soldiers who were charging at him from all sides.

At this last moment, the game was less difficult to play.

As a godly artifact left by the First Civilization, the powerful Apple of Eden had the ability to foresee the future.

Surrounded by the Assassin Brotherhood and its allies, Cesare was soon defeated and captured.

Cesare had once gotten the golden apple and seemed to know that he wouldn’t be chained or die in others’ hands.

Sure enough, Cesare escaped on the same day that he was captured. With the power from the Apple of Eden, Ezio found him and tossed him down a cliff, leaving his fate to the Heavens.

Obviously, the Heavens decided to let the cruel tyrant die. Ezio’s foe finally ended his life in this place.

After that, this master assassin decided to retire. In this place, he did the most glorious and the greatest things in his life and brought freedom to the people.

Without a backward glance, Ezio followed the path of his ancestor Altair to find the truth hidden in the Apple of Eden, and the Apple of Eden was sealed inside a secret chamber near the Roman Amphitheater.

When Assassin’s Creed: Brotherhood came to the end, Elina felt emotional.

As real assassins who had been looked down on simply because of their identity, people like Elina had different feelings about the game.

Just a moment ago, she had experienced the most glorious moment in this master assassin’s life in another world.

What she had obtained wasn’t great power but a spiritual inheritance.

Her deep understanding of ‘nothing is true, everything is permitted’ and the powerful spirit shown in the game dispelled the darkness from her heart like a blazing torch.

These assassins had been living in permanent darkness and couldn’t reveal their true names and looks to people.

Indeed, they were dark and despicable, and they could only sneak-attack from darkness.

Their lowly status in the world in turn darkened their mind and chilled their hearts. Although there were exaggerated parts in the negative rumors about assassins, not all of them were made up stories.

Since they had no faith or code of conduct to bind them, they were outlawed.

But now, Elina thought of things differently. In the past, she didn’t understand the true meaning of being an assassin, thinking that her job as an assassin was just taking missions and killing targets.

But now, she realized that assassins could represent a spirit and a will; they could live gloriously like the assassin ancestors in the game.

If they understood this and fought for their faith, they were still assassins even if they fought and killed their way to their targets using musou.

She thought that maybe this was what Assassin’s Creed tried to express.

...

It was time to close for the night. Mr. Fang walked to the door and was about to lock up the shop.

Then, he saw a bunch of flowers neatly placed before the door.

“To the great assassin pioneer Master Altair – From an anonymous assassin.”

“To the eternal Eagle of Florence, Master Ezio – From an anonymous assassin.”

“...”