Assassin Creed 6 소설 & 이야기

Nine smiled, catching sight of me before giving me a glass of water “I should be proud to see that you are still fit despite everything that you have been dealing with” “I was trained by the ancient assassin, what else do you expect?” I winked. Nina laughed, shaking her head at me, I nodded toward the door, shaking my head in question “what’s gotten up his panties?” Nina stayed quiet for a few seconds, nodding at me to follow her. We entered the storage room beside the kitchen and I frowned in confusion, waiting for what she was going to say. Nina barricaded the door before turning to face me, muttering a low chant under her breath “the room is now soundproof, no one can hear what we’re sayi

Ellaine looked beside her and for a moment, she was distracted. Keisha lodges herself forward and kicks her in the face. "Fuck!" she screamed loudly, dropping the gun on the driver's side. Ellaine pushed the corpse away to try and get her gun back but Keisha would not allow it. "By now you probably know I'm an assassin,don't you?" Keisha asked while she was running out of breath. She kicked Ellaine in the face again, slamming her head against the front of the car. "A terrible one," Ellaine answered before grabbing Keisha's foot.

one of Rage's friends said. What the fuck? Am I all to blame? Rage planned all of this, you people! He only lured me to this situation and is completely aware o what kind of person I am! I wanted to yell them those words, to slap them with the truth that it was Rage who planned to fool them. But I couldn't say a single word. I just stood there still, showing no emotion. "That woman is heartless, she must have a mission here that is why—" The next moment, all of the six assassins that are left including Franco, were hit with daggers straight to their necks.

A new line of text appeared: ERROR: SECRET ACCESS REQUIRED. The Assistant appeared from behind the corn stall. He was carrying a old keyboard. "You're going to get us all turned off June " the Assistant said. He looked terrified. His face flickered fast. He looked like he had three heads. "The Player is going to pull the power cord!" "Then give me the password!" June shouted. "I don't have it! I'm the worker who cleans the floors!" the man cried. "Then let me through the wall!"

ATK-650 STR-217 DEF-500 DEX-100 Speed-69 AGI-69 Mana-300 INT-60 [Skills- Perception(Mystic) Stealth(Disaster) Advanced Vision Demise(Unique) Monarch's blessing(Epic) Ambush(Unique) Capture(Mystic) Humanoid Form(Lost Magic) Aura of Fire(Unique) Shadow Blink(Unique)] Well, well, well, I guess the assassin of our team has been found. Your genes are predisposed to assassination, my god! It seems impossible to say no to that after seeing your skillset and stats, so I'd like to know if anyone has any objections.

The man who once lived for my breath was now the predator stalking it, his every movement a jagged, lethal promise of my end. We were on the open observation deck of the Spire’s flagship, suspended thousands of feet above the burning Iron Shore. The wind howled around us, tearing at my silk gown and the Sovereign tactical gear that now encased his body. Dante moved with a sickening, mechanical grace, his obsidian arm glowing a sterile, blinding white. He was "Assassin 01," a ghost with no name and no mercy.

Genevieve tried saying but her voice trailed off “Sighs… you really didn’t notice, the Hunter god actually gave you three gifts but it seems you all were ignorant.” Sword-saint Predator said with a sigh “Really???” Marcus asked in excitement and stars seemed to appear in his eyes “Yes, first he gave you the legendary twelve rune talent, with such talent becoming the most powerful Hunter is not impossible, then he gave you the gift of life, without it you would have died already as several people were already envious of your talents and would have killed you instantly if you were given any other gift and lastly you have me as your grandpa.” Sword-saint Predator said in a profound manner and b

Catherine muttered. "He didn't have mercy on us," Jack said flatly. Suddenly, a notification popped up on Ben's screen. A private message on the assassin forum. FROM: VIPER66 TO: ADMIN (SPOOFED) MESSAGE: TARGET 'ONE-EYED' LOCATED. ENGAGING. "And it begins," Jack said. He leaned back, closing his eyes for a moment. He felt the weight of the lives he was manipulating. It was heavy, but necessary. "Ben, monitor the chatter. I want to know when Scrap City is clear."

“Was it a power play? To show me how unwanted­­— ” A jerk and push had me shaken to my vessels and I am suddenly inches above the ground dangling on his whim, my ass firm on Alessandro’s desk with his lips in touching distance. His blazing green orbs drilling in my lens sheathed eyes. All sagas of his brutality running past my eyes, I was befuddled that his fiancé was above him. I was bulldozed level treffied now; It was like even my blood was frozen. My eyes shone in anxiousness, I trust my lens disguised.

"Old Mr. Alston wants to take you out. I just overheard a phone call yesterday. The assassin is from Italy, and you're right, Saxon's relationship with him is not as simple as it seems. This time, it's a deliberate trap for Mr. Marcus." Henry's expression turned cold. Old Mr. Alston wanted to eliminate him? Was it because he posed a threat to his son? Were they afraid of the Noblefull Group falling into their hands? Damn it! Did they really think he was after their fortune? Antonio put a watch on him with two small buttons, one red and one green. "The red one is for global emergencies. Once activated, personnel with a rank of F or above will be at your disposal at any time. Generally, you wo