William took a deep breath and said to the two of them with a serious expression: "Get your weapons ready, there are unknown people trying to invade the Great Temple."
William was the first to take out the pistol from the Grand Temple camp where the team settled, while Rebecca walked to the animus and tried to wake up Desmond who had sneaked into the memory of his ancestors.
"Boss, don't be so nervous."
Sean is still trying to reverse trace the origin of the email to figure out the other party's intentions and true identity.
"The entrance to the Great Temple is tightly sealed. Only those with the Golden Apple of Eden can...what?!"
Before Sean could finish speaking, a heavy door opening suddenly came from the direction of the entrance to the Grand Temple, and William gestured to the three of them with a serious face.
Desmond, who had just woken up from the animus, was not very clear about the current situation, but after experiencing the bleeding effect of the animus, he already had the combat experience of many ancestors.
At William's signal, Desmond quietly climbed to the beam above the Great Temple and prepared for the assassination. The other two people, led by William, hid behind the bunker to hide their traces.
'Who on earth used Altaïr II's contact channel and Gavin's name?'
William was calm on the surface, but he was very uneasy in his heart. "Could it be that the Altaïr II was discovered and captured by the Templars?"
"Dad! Be careful with your..."
Desmond only shouted half of his reminder when a leisurely greeting suddenly came from behind William.
"Hello? Are you William Miles, the contemporary assassin mentor?"
William is over 50 years old and has long lost the physical fitness he had when he was young. The sound of questioning from his ears makes the hairs on his body explode, but it is obviously too late to act now.
He was grabbed by the kidnapper who came around behind him at an unknown moment and grabbed his vitals. Under the threat of the other party, he had no choice but to drop the gun in his hand.
"Danglang~"
The pistol dropped to the ground with a crisp sound.
Desmond, who has experienced many changes, has become calm in the face of danger. Seeing his father being held down from behind, he calmly jumped down from the crossbar, popped out the hidden sword on his right arm in mid-air, and tried to fight silently.
Assassinate this elusive intruder.
"Wow~ don't get excited."
As if the intruder could predict the future, he easily avoided Desmond's attack by moving sideways.
When Desmond's center of gravity was not stable when he landed, the intruder stretched out his foot and kicked Desmond's butt. At the same time, he pulled William in his hand in front of him, blocking Rebecca and the attacker who were pointing the gun at him.
Sean's shooting track.
"Sean Hastings, and Rebecca Crane, right?"
Just like what Sean said, if you want to open the Great Temple, you must have the Golden Apple. Of course, it was Lu Xiao...or his special team who used the "Altai II" to forge Gavin Banks' emails.
Desmond got up from the ground and stood firm again and turned around quickly. The intruder's left hand was clasping William's neck, and his right hand was dragging an unknown stranger, who seemed to be unconscious.
"Wait! Don't shoot yet."
Desmond confirmed that the opponent was a master among masters from the previous round of lightning and flint confrontation. He reached out to stop the nervous Rebecca and Sean. These two people had always been logistics personnel and basically had no actual combat.
experience.
William, who was caught, also raised his hands to signal the three of them to calm down temporarily. He asked the unidentified hostage behind him calmly: "Friend, who are you?"
Seeing Rebecca and Sean lower their pistols slightly, Lu Xiao chuckled and let go of William.
"I don't have any ill intentions towards you. Instead, I came from a distant place to help you out of good intentions."
William, who was released, felt the kindness of the other party and signaled Rebecca and Sean to put down their guns. Desmond also retracted the pop-up hidden blade.
At this moment, the unconscious man who was held by Lu Xiao suddenly jumped up, picked up the pistol that William Myers had dropped on the ground, turned around, and shot Lu Xiao in the head continuously until the shot was empty.
It took a magazine of bullets to stop.
However, something happened that frightened the man. The bullet hit Lu Xiao's arm in front of his head without any effect. The very classic leather armor completely blocked the attack of all pistol bullets.
"Fortunately, a saint with a high concentration of Isu blood can wake up from a coma several times faster than a normal person."
Lu Xiao patted the wrinkled clothes at the area where he was shot, and the next second he appeared in front of the stunned "saint" as if teleporting, and cut his neck with a fierce palm.
The blood flow in the aorta of the neck was forcibly blocked. The "Saint" rolled his eyes and fainted again, and the pistol with empty ammunition fell to the ground again.
William protected the three team members with his hands and retreated slowly. Desmond also used his sixth sense to feel a strong sense of threat from the unknown intruder, but the other party did not seem to be hostile to them.
In Desmond's eagle vision, the opponent's logo was not the hostile red, but the blue represented by the people eating melons. Instead, the "saint" on the ground was glowing red.
William looked back and forth on Lu Xiao and asked with confusion: "Altaïr armor? How come you have this set of artifacts?"
Lu Xiao shrugged nonchalantly: "That's not important. What's important is that you must find a way to stop this epidemic that is destined to sweep the world on December 21, 2012, before the end of the world is coming tomorrow.
Disaster, right?”
Lu Xiao pointed at the moustachioed man who fell limply on the ground: "This guy's name is John Standish. He is one of the saints in the past. Mr. Miles, as a contemporary assassin mentor, you should be able to understand the saints."
What does this noun mean?"
William nodded slowly and explained to the three Desmonds who were confused: "Saints are special beings with extremely high concentrations of Isu blood. In the long history, many saints have appeared around the world.
legend."
"Sometimes they prefer the Templars, and sometimes they join the Assassin Brotherhood. Until now, the Templars and Assassins still have not fully understood the origin of the Saint."
"Let the Isu people explain this problem to you personally."
"Aletheia."
Following Lu Xiao's call, Aletheia's energy shadow appeared in the room. William and the other four subconsciously took a step back. They did not expect to see a "living" Isu here.
Aletheia is quite curious about Desmond. Although he is not Alethea's responsible heir, the existence of Desmond Miles is also a very important person in Minerva's calculations.
"Hello, humans, I am Aletheia from Isu. Time is tight, so I will keep the story short. The so-called saint..."
While the other three people were listening intently, William focused part of his attention on Lu Xiao, who was leisurely looking around at the camp layout.
This mysterious man of unknown origin covered his appearance with a hood, and his ethnicity could only be inferred from the skin color of his exposed chin - Asian.
William always felt like he had seen this man's expression somewhere before, but he couldn't remember it for a while.
Lu Xiao sat in front of Sean's seat, skillfully operating his computer to browse information.
Sean, who had just finished listening to the popular science about Aletheia, was about to speak and drive away Lu Xiao who was tampering with his personal belongings. However, when he saw the familiar sitting posture of the other party, Sean, who was responsible for sorting and classifying materials in William's team, suddenly had an idea in his mind.
A flash.
"You! It's impossible, isn't it? Are you the person in Leonardo da Vinci's painting?!"