Chapter 254 Earl

Yes.

Those so-called assassins were arranged by Artis, firstly to throw dirt on the Afterlife Cult and to find a reason for them to take action, and secondly to convince Norbu.

Once this opportunity is missed, it will become difficult to overthrow the epigenetic cult, and there is no more time to wait that long.

but.

The time for them to take action is not now, but until tomorrow morning, when the pope of the Epigenetic Cult will hold a warning in the municipal square.

At that time, the senior leaders of the Epigenetic Religion will basically be present. As long as they are all eliminated in one go, the Epigenetic Religion will collapse on its own, and the alliance composed of more than ten religions will also collapse on its own.

Just like they did before.

"Just wait, don't worry, we'll take action when it's almost dawn."

Artis sat down next to him, picked up the coffee that had just been brewed, and took a sip, "I still say the same thing, you don't need to follow me to do this, you can continue to be a chamber of commerce, with the name of the church, you can quickly You can do it all over the southern continent."

An Tuson is different from ordinary people. He has a shrewd mind. Following him to do such dirty things is a waste of talent.

An Tuson looked puzzled: "Why are you talking about this at this time?"

Artis took out a screwdriver and said while adjusting his robotic arm: "I feel that this time it may not go so smoothly. If possible, you don't have to participate."

An Tuson finally noticed something was wrong and said coldly: "What are you hiding from me?"

Artis stopped what he was doing, stared at him sideways, and said slowly word by word: "Are you willing to dedicate everything you have to the Lord?"

An Tuson hesitated: "What do you mean?"

Artis showed a smile, shook his head and said, "Look, you don't want to, so I won't force you."

He stood up and walked over and patted An Tuson on the shoulder: "Just wait on the city wall, and there should be results when you see the sun rising in the sky. Brother, believe me, I will not harm you."

An Tuson took a deep breath looking at his appearance, and gray shadows spread on his cheeks: "Although I am not a devout believer, I believe in you, and I hope you can believe in me."

…

The stars trigger seasonal movements, making people want to sleep in the night. The autumn wind brings coolness, and red flags are constantly fluttering on the city wall.

Before dawn, Artis led the people into the City of Heroes from the main entrance openly. Of course, they were dressed in casual clothes. Probably no one noticed them, and no one thought that anyone would cause trouble here.

The City of Heroes is also the city with the lowest crime rate in the southern continent and the city with the highest happiness index.

If it hadn't been for the plague, people here would probably still be carefree, at least for the common people and above.

"Damn it, why are you so slow? Go quickly."

On the street, a cultist wearing a black iron mask scolded a group of city troops nearby and pointed in the direction of the Municipal Square.

Since the Pope is going to appear in public, safety must be ensured without any negligence, especially those from the All Living Beings Sect, who are in the small city to the east.

The main content of the warning is to pronounce the crime and judge the sinner. It is more like a demonstration to all living beings, telling them to stop here and stop moving forward.

Artis did not go to the Municipal Square, but walked in the opposite direction, where was the Earl's Palace.

This earl is also the nominal administrator of the City of Heroes, the founding father, the descendant of Howard Gordon, the Earl of Desai.

An Tuson was stunned for a moment and whispered: "This is the Earl's Mansion."

Artis was holding a pancake bought from the street in his hand, eating it with a mouth full of confusion:

"He is also our target, a believer of the Epigenetic Cult. It was because of his father's voice that the Epigenetic Cult was recognized."

An Tuson's eyes kept trembling. They actually wanted to assassinate a great nobleman. This was definitely a private decision made by Artis. It was so crazy.

He grabbed Attis' arm violently and whispered: "You are crazy! You will become a sinner of the church."

Artis ate all the pancakes in one bite and said calmly: "You said you would believe me. If you don't want to do it, you can go back now."

Assassinating a great noble will not be tolerated by the empire and will be despised by all other nobles.

An Tuson calmed down, gritted his teeth and said, "Okay, now that we have reached this point, there is nothing we can do."

Artis smiled when he heard him say this.

Arriving around the Duke's Palace, as he expected, there were fewer guards here because of the warning.

"Walk along."

Artis took the familiar route to the closed iron door on the side of the earl, then turned into a shadow, passed through, and then opened the door from the inside.

They didn't know the topography of the Duke's Palace, so they could only explore on their own and got the news that the Earl should be here. Although he would not attend the warning, he would go to the church to pray afterwards.

He is also one of the top leaders of Metamorphosis Cult, although he is only an ordinary believer in name.

There were not many guards in the huge Earl's Mansion. Probably the Earl himself did not expect that someone would come to assassinate him at this time. He felt that even if people from the two churches fought, it would be none of his business.

Artis quickly locked the count's position in the shadows. He was in the restaurant, preparing to eat. On the long dining table, there was a hearty breakfast, including sliced ​​ham, toasted bread, sticky and hot. of corn soup, and some broccoli sprinkled with sauce.

This assassination cannot cause too much noise, otherwise it will arouse the vigilance of the Epizootic Cult, so muskets cannot be used. All the witnesses here must be eliminated, and they must not be discovered for at least half a time before he can have any chance. Enough time to assassinate the pope on the vigil.

It is necessary to kill the Pope in full view of the public in order to weaken the faith of the Epigenetic Cult in the City of Heroes.

Artis used a crossbow to kill a guard standing in front of the gate, and then signaled An Tuson to deal with the guards patrolling the corridor.

Then, his body disappeared, climbed over the window, came to the aisle outside the restaurant, and walked towards the maid who was sweeping the floor with a dagger.

"ah?"

The maid noticed something and was about to look back when a knife was stabbed through the back of her neck. She covered her mouth and closed her eyes without much struggle.

Artis opened the door a crack and noticed that Andersen and others were ready to attack the thoughts patrolling the avenue. At the same time, his body turned into a shadow, blended into the door of the restaurant, and slid in.

"Who?" The Earl seemed to be aware of the situation as he looked towards the door of the restaurant. He stood up from his chair with a knife and fork in his hand.

The count's wife looked this way and asked in confusion: "What happened?"

At this moment, she saw a figure appear behind the count and stabbed him with a dagger.

The earl reacted, but it was too late. The dagger had already been inserted into his back and penetrated his lung.

"Rest in peace." Artis said softly. He looked at the Earl's wife who was full of fear, took out the flying knife from his waist, and threw it with his wrist, hitting the center of the eyebrow.

After this period of killing, he understood that even nobles are no different from ordinary people when they die. The gap between people does not seem to be that big. Sometimes they just need an opportunity.

At this moment, his eyes were dark without any luster, and two slender and sharp fangs were exposed in his mouth, biting towards the count's neck.

The blood of a great nobleman contains extraordinary power, and he can draw on such power to strengthen himself.

The church bells rang, echoing above the city of influence, marking the new rising sun.

at the same time.

A guard rushed in from the door and saw the bloody scene in the restaurant. He picked up a musket and shot him without hesitation.

Bang~

All of a sudden, the entire Earl's Mansion was alarmed.

Artis turned his head to avoid the bullet, frowned involuntarily, and immediately rushed over, kicked the guard to the ground, and then slashed his throat with a knife.