Francesco Piero was one of the Templars hiding in Florence.
In this city, which can be called the Assassin's stronghold, the Templars' operations were difficult.
With the help of the Templars' powerful logistics intelligence team, Francisco found a fragment of Altaïr's Codex buried in the catacombs. With great difficulty, he waited until Lorenzo led a large number of guards to go to the church for mass, and prepared to hand over the Codex.
Sent to the Holy See headquarters in Rome.
Francisco knew very well that his actions were likely to be under the surveillance of assassins, and the sense of threat like a thorn in his back prompted him to speed up his pace again and again.
Francisco, who was strong and strong, was nearly two meters tall. The guards around him gradually began to be unable to keep up with his pace, creating a subtle distance between them and Francisco as the leader.
A guard took the time to remind you while walking quickly: "Captain Piero, please keep your formation. If the assassin suddenly attacks, it will be difficult for us to protect your safety."
After receiving the reminder, Francisco finally calmed down his fevered mind. He slowed down and prepared to return to the protective circle of the guards.
At this moment, the sunlight above Francisco's head was suddenly blocked, and a large shadow enveloped him.
The huge sense of threat made Francisco's muscles tense up. Before he could raise his head in time, he knocked away the guard beside him and rolled to the side.
"Well!"
One of the guards was knocked down by a figure that descended from the sky, and he only let out a short scream before falling silent.
"Assassin!" Francisco shouted after regaining his footing: "Stop them! Buy me time!"
"yes!"
Still having their disguises seen through, several Templar knights simply tore open the obstructive monk's robes, revealing the solid metal armor hidden under the robes. They drew their swords from their waists and attacked the white-robed assassin who jumped first.
"bite!"
Giovanni placed the thin hidden sword on the opponent's unreachable blade, cleverly diverting the Templar's attack path, and collided with the long sword swung by another Templar.
The long sword held in one hand attacked the vital points of the two people one after another.
At the same time, the blockade put up by the Brotherhood began to shrink rapidly, and more than a dozen thieves and mercenaries poured out from nearby alleys. Francisco, who was escaping, slowed down significantly under their interference.
"Get away!"
Francisco's physical strength was so strong that an axe-wielding mercenary blocking the road was smashed open by him with his giant sword.
However, Giovanni had already investigated Francisco before the operation and made targeted arrangements for him.
The powerful Francisco was about to pass through the gap when a thief next to him suddenly threw a small dagger with a strange light at him.
"Damn it!"
With his right hand unable to be withdrawn, Francisco could only block the small box held in his left hand in front of the flying knife.
"bass!"
The small box of unknown material was very strong. The flying knife struck the surface of the box and made a sound of gold and iron, but failed to hit Francisco himself accurately.
However, after this wave of obstruction by the thieves, the gap that had just been forcibly opened by Francisco was once again filled, and it was difficult for the Templars who had lost momentum to get the same excellent opportunity to escape as before.
Lu Xiao half-stretched the bowstring and stood upright on the roof, ready to shoot. Under the influence of clairvoyance, he could intuitively capture the battle situation on both sides with his good vision from the roof.
A small group of assassins led by Giovanni were fighting with Francisco's guards. Although they had the upper hand, it would be difficult to escape from these rough-skinned Templars in a short time.
Francisco was entangled by more than a dozen thieves and mercenaries. Although he was not defeated for the time being due to his strong physical fitness and excellent fighting skills, his end could already be seen as Giovanni freed up his hands.
Francisco himself knew this very well. The longer time passed, the lower the possibility of him escaping.
Gritting his teeth hard, Francisco put the small box that he had temporarily used as a defensive tool into his chest.
"May the Father of Insight guide us!"
Shouting the slogan of the Templars loudly, Francisco gave up his defense and grabbed the dagger that a thief had stabbed at him with his left hand.
"Pfft!"
Francisco's brow twitched suddenly as his left hand was pierced, and with ferocity, he took advantage of the opponent's shock and hit the thief on the forehead.
"Bang!"
The violent contact between the skulls made a crisp collision sound, and the stunned thief leaned back with eyes glazed over.
Francisco ignored his left hand, which was still bleeding. He swung the sword in his right hand and chopped off the head of the temporarily absent thief.
His left hand, which was seriously injured, grabbed the arm of the thief's remains. Amid Francisco's loud shouts, the body was thrown horizontally, and the assassins' siege formation was in a panic.
"drink!"
Francisco lowered his center of gravity and bumped into an equally powerful lightly-armed mercenary with his shoulder. The sharp metal shoulder armor hidden under the monk's robe pierced the opponent's chest, causing a burst of screams. The injured mercenary
Because of the injury, his feet were unstable and he was knocked away by the huge impact.
Relying on a wave of unexpected self-inflicted attacks, Francisco once again tore open the encirclement net.
Before the surrounding thieves and mercenaries could reorganize their formation, Francisco endured the pain and began to break out.
"Whoosh!"
The sound of breaking wind coming from behind made Francisco, who was full of expectations of escape, feel depressed rapidly.
Although he escaped the surprise bow and arrow attack by rolling at the critical moment, the breakout opportunity he had desperately created before was fleeting.
Seeing that there was no suspense on Giovanni's side, Lu Xiao focused most of his attention on Francisco, who had a fierce fighting style.
"Whoosh whoosh!"
The first shot blocked Francisco's attempt to break out. Relying on the improved prediction ability brought about by the enhanced dynamic vision, Lu Xiao fired powerful and heavy arrows one after another, launching precise snipers at Francisco from a long distance.
"Clang!"
Using the thick sword blade to block the incoming arrow, Francisco was shaken by the powerful force attached to the arrow and his hands were numb.
'This kind of power... super long-distance shooting? It can actually maintain such an accurate shooting trajectory. When did the Florentine assassins get a sharpshooter?'
As a mid-level Templar official who has been lurking in Feilengcui for a long time, Francisco has already had a relatively deep understanding of the assassins in this city, which is why he was able to create breakout opportunities before.
Assassins and Templars know each other very well, and there are no unexpected changes. It is difficult to escape the traps and ambushes laid by each other in every possible way.
Lu Xiao's sudden appearance disrupted Francisco's preparations. Because of this unexpected factor that was not taken into account, Francisco had a very pessimistic prediction for this operation.
"ah!"
With the last scream from another battlefield, Giovanni withdrew the hidden sword that was thrust into the enemy's neck, and bright red blood shot out, staining the surface of Giovanni's snow-white assassin uniform.
"It's over, Francisco, just surrender and I'll give you a decent death."
Francisco, who was still struggling, felt that the sword in his hand was getting heavier and heavier, and his physical strength was rapidly depleted by Lu Xiao's uninterrupted ferocious sniping.
"Hu~hu~"
The heavy breathing sound like a bellows indicated Francisco's state at this time, but driven by a certain belief, he still stood firm and looked stubbornly towards the distant roof where the arrow flew.
"Ha~ Giovanni, you won this time, but you anarchist gang can never let me surrender!"
Francisco, who was bleeding from the corner of his mouth, laughed ferociously and said: "Sooner or later, my compatriots will get back the letters that were taken away by you. I will wait for you in hell!"
"call out!"
Lu Xiao, who was far away, could not hear Francisco's dying curse and aimed his bow and arrow at him again.
This time the arrow finally penetrated the head of Francisco, who was unable to defend himself. The strong fighter's eyes quickly lost focus and he staggered backwards.
Giovanni sighed secretly, took out the blood-stained small box from Francisco's chest, and reached out to close Francisco's still wide-open eyes.
"May death bring you peace, warrior of firm faith."
After a moment of silence for the fallen enemy, Giovanni stood up again and issued an order: "Clean up the mess as soon as possible. Lorenzo does not want these corpses and blood stains to disturb nearby residents. Cover up all traces before the end of the mass!"