Chapter 610: The Assassin Is Actually Like This?!

Inside the Radiant Divine Kingdom, within that most noble and magnificent palace situated at the heart of the capital.

For Saint Heinz, although the defeat of the two families belonging to their faction in this battle filled his heart with anger, it was not yet enough to make him act out of line and rush into the fray himself.

They were exalted beings who looked down upon all living things, not destitute wretches marooned in a temple, racking their brains all day long just pinning their hopes on this war.

In truth, suffering defeat on other continents was not unprecedented in the past; after all, they could not roll over the enemy with every single powerhouse of the temple in every single war, and the "Thorned Flower" and "Blazing Bird" were merely two of the higher-ranking families among those that worshiped the great God of Radiant Arbitration.

Of course, this did not mean he would simply wash his hands of the matter.

"Let those clowns enjoy their pride for a little longer," he exhaled deeply, his gaze falling upon the vast map of the continent spread before him.

His vision was set upon the entire continent, not a single minor defeat; the outcome of one battle was merely a missing piece from his grand puzzle, insufficient to disrupt the overall progression of his plans for the future.

They had far more important matters to attend to, such as that serene and peaceful Silver Moon Forest, a place the divine light had yet fail to illuminate.

Or, for instance, the brand-new secret cultivation realm they had recently spared no effort in creating.

Yes, a secret cultivation realm.

On this continent, those capable of manufacturing magical items for cultivation were by no means limited to the Alchemist Guild.

The Radiant Divine Kingdom possessed an alchemical workshop named the "Duran Workshop," which was directed by Saint Duran, the most powerful spellcaster and alchemist under Saint Heinz's command—the very same individual who had previously descended upon the Heaven-Left Continent in the form of a projection to negotiate.

This was one of the most renowned workshops for manufacturing secret cultivation realms across the entire continent.

Their secret cultivation realms placed the utmost emphasis on actual combat; certain realms were even derived entirely from real battles, ranging from small-scale beast hunts, or serving as scout platoons and special operations squads in skirmishes, to magnificent wars between nations, and even epic conflicts spanning the entire continent, touching upon nearly everything.

They even utilized radiant, elegant, and widely popular young geniuses of the new generation like Jessica, Carl, and Kelvin for trial promotions.

Thus, even though they frequently forced elements that proclaimed the glory of the divine or satirized their opponents into the secret cultivation realms, it had to be said that every production was exquisitely crafted, so much so that many enthusiasts of secret realms, regardless of whether they agreed with such practices, found these realms to be among the most popular choices on the continent.

And the glorious image of the Arbitration Temple was naturally built up in the hearts of the people, piece by piece, through these very details.

Not to mention the Divine Kingdom, even within the Morning Light Empire, there were many commoners who came to worship the God of Radiant Arbitration because of this.

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Unlike the players at the old shop, when it came to the players at the new shop, such as the elven girl Sera, the mere mention of assassins conjured images of wretched fellows dressed in filthy, tattered clothes, who only dared to hide in the shadows.

They were the conquered, the fugitives, the outlaws, and the backstabbers despised by the majority of people.

Of course, in truth, an elf like Sera had never even seen these reputedly mouse-like, lowly assassins in her long life of over a century.

In fact, as a member of the Golden Gryphon Knights, Helen, who hailed from an aristocratic family, had never seen a real assassin either.

They had mostly encountered those detestable wretches who only knew how to hide in the dark and launch sneak attacks through knightly romances, after-dinner gossip, or encounters in certain secret cultivation realms.

Toward such people, they harbored an instinctive aversion.

Therefore, even though the new shop boasted quite a few players now, rarely did anyone click on the trailer for this so-called "Assassin's Creed."

It was likely only a mere handful of people, such as Sera and Helen, who clicked into it out of sheer curiosity.

...

Almost at the exact moment they were watching this new game trailer for "Assassin's Creed," a real assassination was unfolding within the temple of Greyhawk City, which bordered Canglan City.

Clad in a luxurious red leather fur, Luther led his delegation, walking with a pompous, splayed gait into the grand hall.

The surrounding priests and clergymen bowed in succession to pay their respects.

His noble aura made it seem as though... he were a king inspecting his own realm.

"Lord Luther, we welcome your arrival."

At this moment, those assassins had only just managed to infiltrate the interior of this grand hall.

As for why they did not assassinate them on their way here...

These high-ranking temple officials either traveled via teleportation arrays or flew using magical items; the temple's Sky Knights were not so easily intercepted.

In truth, most of the rumors were correct; these assassins dressed very simply, and quite a few were clad completely in the attire of ordinary mercenaries.

It was slightly better than the rumored tattered clothing, but not by much.

They were currently hiding in those dark, unnoticed corners outside the temple.

"Can we really accomplish such a grand feat?" A young voice spoke, seemingly carrying a trace of hesitation.

"Oh! This place is riddled with traps, everyone be careful."

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But at this moment, Sera and Helen, who were watching the promotional cinematic, suddenly covered their mouths, staring intently at the scene before them, nearly crying out in surprise.

The vast land before them, with buildings standing like pieces on a chessboard, was captured in its entirety; high in the sky where eagles soared, a figure dressed in a white robe could be seen standing on the edge of an extremely high bell tower, that white robe clean and pristine, possessing a scholar-like elegance, and even carrying a loftiness akin to a priestly vestment.

That figure was as solitary and proud as an eagle soaring through the sky, and the white pointed hood added a peculiar sense of mystery to them.

He spread his arms, as free as a true eagle, and leaped straight down from that high bell tower!

"We work in the dark to serve the light."

The scene before them shifted, leaving only these eight characters amidst the darkness.

Even if it was just a fleeting silhouette, they seemed to feel a profound shock spreading through their hearts—this was an assassin?!

And how could they accomplish an assassination while wearing white clothes in the dead of night?!

Furthermore, what business did assassins—those fellows who only knew how to stab people in the back—have talking about the light?!

Having originally clicked in out of curiosity, they almost simultaneously chose to keep watching.

The vast world revealed itself before them once more.

The freely soaring eagle passed through snowy mountains, crossed jungles, and flew among bustling cities.

The scene shifted, and the freely soaring eagle seemed to transform into that white-robed, hooded assassin, traversing the upper reaches of the city just like an eagle.

They descended from high above, and the moment they raised their heads, what the girls saw in the eyes of these "assassins" was not darkness, but the light that symbolized freedom.

Yes, this was the light in which the assassins believed.

They fought for freedom, their steadfast gazes appearing as though they had never experienced a single moment of confusion.

"Oh! My goodness!"

It was unimaginable that what they were looking at was actually an assassin!

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