Bruce once told Merlin that the Assassin League has a base in southern Nepal, where he was trained. But it was definitely not the headquarters of the Assassin League. This base camp of the ancient and long-standing organization should be hidden in a more difficult place to pursue.

As it turns out, Bruce's guess is correct.

A private plane carrying Merlin and Talia and his son hovered over the mountains further north of Gurkha, a city in northern Nepal. Outside the porthole, Merlin could even see the towering Manaslu Peak belonging to the Himalayas.

Nearly 3,000 meters below the plane is a valley surrounded by snow-capped mountains, and halfway up the valley, there is a hidden city.

Looking from above, it looks like a towering palace.

That is Nandarbat, the city of Assassin.

It is a truly rare city. Only those warriors with the strongest will and strong faith can be summoned into this city and become a member of the Assassin League.

But as the pilot of the plane informed, the mysterious Nandarbat was burning.

"Damian, stay on the plane!"

At the fastest speed, Talia, who changed into a black combat uniform, carried a straight blade knife, two rapid-fire pistols on her waist, and a small leather bag filled with weapons used by various assassins.

While holding Merlin's hand, she said to her son behind her:

"I'll go to the ground to see it. If I haven't come back in 30 minutes, this plane will take you to Gotham! Go find your father, do you understand?"

"I'm going with you."

Damien said stubbornly:

"My grandfather is still there, I have grown up there since I was a child! Hell! You adults don't make decisions for me. I am a soldier, and I will fight to protect my home!"

"That's not your home! You're not a warrior, either."

Merlin shook his hand and pushed the stubborn child to the sofa, then threw a confinement curse on Damien, and said to the annoyed child:

"Stay here honestly, I will protect your mother."

After saying that, Merlin grabbed Talia's slender waist, and in the light of the shape-shifting spell, the two people suddenly disappeared into the cabin of the plane.

"Merlin!"

Damian howled like a little wolf cub, but Merlin was also a very stubborn person. Wherever he was there, he would not allow children to go to the battlefield.

In less than a second, Merlin and Talia stood on the ground in Nandalbat. Merlin was fine. After a few years, he had become accustomed to the dizziness brought by the shapeshift spell, but Talia's condition was a little worse.

Her face was a little pale. If she had not received strict warrior training for many years, she would probably not be able to stand.

"bass"

The beauty pulled out the straight blade knife behind her back. She glanced at the corpse of the black-clothed warrior at her feet, the fragmented training ground that was exploded in front of her, the cold air that was still emitting gunpowder and cold air, and the 9-story pavilion that was burning in front of her. In front of the towering pavilion built along the mountain, there were the wreckage of two black armed helicopters.

Not only was the main building of Nandarbat burned, but also burning smoke and dust rose into the sky in other corners of the city. In front of the forest, in the cold air, there were ashes and sparks floating, which covered the ancient city of inheritance with a shadow of almost destruction, making the snow-capped city that should have been mysterious and obscure also become desolate.

Obviously, there has just been a raid aimed at destruction and a fierce counterattack from the assassins.

In other parts of this gray city, there were still faint shouts of killing, and the battle was not over yet.

Talia turned her head and said to Merlin:

"Come with me, I'll take you to see my father."

"At this time?"

Merlin moved the gloves on his hand, and he held the Cybertron weapon module disguised as a cane. He looked around and said to Talia:

"You cunning woman, are you sure you are not going to involve me in your war?"

"What do you think?"

Talia did not deny this, and as she crossed the corpse on the ground, she rushed towards the burning loft, she said:

"If my father dies, those secrets you want to know will disappear forever."

Merlin did not answer, and he took a step forward, and his whole body dissipated into the smoke, swept the running Talia into it. The two of them rushed into the mountain buildings surrounded by flames and extremely high temperatures at extremely fast flight speed.

At the same time Merlin and Talia rushed into the burning building, at the highest point of the 9-story pavilion made of wood and brick, the leader of the Assassin Alliance, Lars Al Goul, the leader of the demon who had lived for 700 years, was still fighting the invaders to the death.

The majestic old man with a serious expression. He had white beard and sideburns, especially his beard, which was treated to a slightly strange appearance, making him look like a roaring tiger.

He was wearing green leather armor, a cloak that protected the cold, and holding a black straight-blade sword in his hand, which was the standard weapon used by the assassins of the Assassins.

But this innocent weapon was played with in the hands of Lars Al Goul.

He was forced to push into a quaintly decorated room by more than a dozen black-clad soldiers holding assault rifles. The next moment, the soldiers opened fire together, and hundreds of scorching bullets roared at the old assassin.

But the latter was not as old and slow as the elderly should have. He quickly dodged left and right, and the straight-edged sword in his hand swung in the air. With the sound of a crisp impact of rain hitting bananas, the flying bullets were blocked by the long sword and flexibly avoided by the old assassin. At a distance of 100 feet, the speed of these raid soldiers moving the muzzle could not even keep up with the speed of the old assassin's dodging and advancing.

His grandson Damien soaked the pool water of the Sarah Pond since childhood, allowing the child to have the power and speed of adults at the age of 7. What about the old assassin himself?

He has soaked the pool of water countless times in 700 years. If the Pond of Sarah could affect Demian, it means that its influence on the old assassin has reached a certain limit.

It is hard to say whether this old assassin is considered a real human.

"puff"

In the grim smile of Lars Al Goul, the straight blade in his hand pierced a soldier's chest. His other hand was pressed against the neck of another soldier. With a crisp metal collision, the sharp sleeve sword popped out from the cuff, cutting half of the soldier's neck.

But this is just the beginning.

The old assassin's wrists were flipping, and the sharp blade and deadly sleeve sword were pulled out from the wounds of the dead like a poisonous snake. His movements were extremely fast at this moment, like real green lightning, moving rapidly in the crowd. After a second, the figure of Lars El Goul condensed again. The sharp blade in his hand swung, and a dazzling blade ring danced in the air.

The blade struck the necks of several soldiers around at an extremely fast speed that was almost impossible to catch with the naked eye. The moment the old assassin put away his knife and coughed and stood up straight, behind him, the remaining soldiers collapsed on the ground almost at the same time.

Amid the collision between the guns and the ground, a strong smell of blood was filled with the room.

The old assassin reached out to take off the cold cloak stained with blood on his back and threw it on the corpses of the soldiers. He coughed like an old man while carrying a knife, intending to leave the attic, which had begun to be filled with ashes and choking gas.

But the moment he walked towards the stairs, accompanied by a sound of needle-punching, a bullet roared from behind and hit his back.

"bass"

Between the sharp blades clashed with Mars, the bullet that was attacking was cut into two halves by the old assassin who turned around and swung his sword.

He held the sword in both hands and looked at the guy sitting on the railing in front of him, who was playing with a black pistol in his hand.

This man dressed a little strangely. The armor he wore was very similar to the armor worn by the warriors of the Assassin League, both of which were made of mixed ancient armor designs and modern high-tech materials.

But unlike the black armor of the Assassins, the armor on his body is intertwined with red and black.

It's like the fusion of red blood and black sky.

He brought the full-covered mask that the assassins would wear when they were acting. The mask was also red and black, but behind the mask, there were two floating belts, which gave him a hint of elegance.

He was carrying two interlaced samurai swords on his back, looking like the ninjas of ancient Japan.

"Ten years have passed, teacher."

The attacker inserted the pistol in his hand into the holster on his legs. He stood up, moving his arms and shoulders, as if he was saying hello to an old friend. He said to the alert old assassin in a calm tone:

"I'm glad to see that you are still so strong and your movements are as quick as I remember. Even your angry expression is as majestic as I remember. It seems that the news that the devil's head has died recently is indeed nonsense."

This guy said in a playful tone:

"But I think it must be painful to fall from the sky of Gotham, but what hurts even more should be your heart. Teacher, you took the initiative to abandon another disciple for one disciple, but the person you looked at was sneering at you and your career."

"He also hit you, my God, this is really a rebellious!"

This guy spread his hands and said to the old assassin who didn't say a word:

"How is it? After being hurt by Batman, have you begun to miss the person who obeyed you?"

"Don't be shy, teacher, I've been thinking about you all the time. In the ten years since I was expelled from my homeland, I miss you very much every day and night."

As he spoke, he pulled out two straight blades from behind, and his tone became gloomy as the sharp blades roared.

"Teacher, you are old and it's time to retire."

"I'm here today to get back all this city, that title, and your heritage that should have belonged to me. I accepted it with a smile."

"Slade, your madness is already to the bone, you are hopeless."

Lars Al Goul looked at the attacker in front of him. He knew that this person was his most outstanding disciple. He was originally his heir. However, before Bruce appeared, the old assassin changed his mind. He saw the uncontrollable madness in Slade's spirit. He did not think Slade was capable of leading the Assassin League.

This led to his grudges with his disciples, and after several quarrels, Slade was expelled from the Assassin League.

And now, he is back.

"Don't call me that name."

Slade moved his wrists, and his black blades whistled in the air, and he said to the old assassin:

"I have a new name, a very handsome and cool name, call me."

"Death knell!"

"Swish"

The old assassin's figure turned into a sharp shadow again at this moment. The sharp blade in his hand slashed accurately and viciously at Slade's neck, which was extremely fast and could not be captured by both eyes.

But this attack that should have been almost certain was blocked by a black blade that suddenly appeared at the moment of success.

"clang"

As the sharp blades scattered with sparks, Slade waved his kick, kicking the old assassin's abdomen without any delay, kicking him out. And Lars Al Goul flexibly turned his body in the air, and finally stood steadily on the ground.

There was a hint of shock in his eyes. He looked at Slade in front of him, and he was a little disbelief.

"ha!"

Death Knell chuckled, and he said:

"I'm surprised, right? The power given to you by the Pond of Sarah is not as good as a deportee?"

"Old man, I really want to tell you all my experiences in the past ten years, but unfortunately, we don't have much time between us, so let's talk with weapons."

"I hope you will appreciate my story."

"Swish"

The death knell's blades swung outwards, and the bricks and stones under his feet collapsed, the terrifying force bursting out from his body pushed him towards his former mentor like a black and red shadow.

The violent and violent aura enveloped the body of Deathkill, making him look like a ferocious beast on earth.

During the 10 years of his escape, he went from a faithful assassin to a mercenary who only served money. By chance, he met a group of "new friends".

He serves the ‘new friends’, and the generous new friends not only form his assassin alliance, but also brings him a real gift.

That's a serum
Chapter completed!