Assassins' Gymnastics Troupe Showcase

Egypt, on the Nile River, the sun slowly sinks below the horizon.

Under the deep darkness of night, Radiant Composite Great Temple pyramid-shaped structures stretching for several kilometers, stands at the heart of the fortress, a truly breathtaking sight.

As the runes floating around flickered rhythmically, the majestic golden tower radiated a powerful light, becoming an artificial source of illumination in the darkness, captivating the hearts of the Egyptians and inspiring them to worship.

"Smack..."

Inside the grand and spacious hall, Ramesses, leaning back on his throne with his legs crossed and chin propped up by one hand, exuding a carefree and unrestrained air, casually tossed the last scroll of papyrus documents he had finished processing onto the table.

The crisp sound echoed, and two brown-yellow Hot Sand Sphinx, several meters tall and majestic in appearance, couldn't help but open their eyelids, look around, and then slowly close their eyes, like large house cats, dozing off in front of the food bowls on both sides of the hall, looking very content.

These lazy beasts will eventually be raised by Nitocris and Cleopatra into mindless pets!

Ramesses glanced at it, then shook his head and laughed, seemingly infected by the shouts of the Hot Sand Sphinx. He relaxed his body, leaned back in his chair, and yawned, his sun-golden eyes revealing a hint of weariness and laziness.

As his eyelids grew heavier, the Shemesh- like brilliance in the Pharaoh's eyes gradually faded. As his vision became increasingly blurred, he vaguely seemed to see a woman from his memory, with long black hair draped over her shoulders, wearing a red flower hairpin, and possessing an elegant demeanor, walking towards him with a smile.

Nefertari...

Ramesses' brow relaxed, and he unconsciously murmured something in a tone full of pleasure and ease.

Following the elegant and graceful black-haired woman, near the steps leading to the throne, a fair-skinned child was pulled out of the shadows behind her with a smile.

The queen, with her gentle demeanor, knelt down, pointed ahead, and her lips moved as if she were saying something.

Upon hearing this, the child's eyes gradually brightened. He broke free from his mother's arm, ran up the steps with a smile, and headed towards the figure on the throne.

Adorned with golden pendants and a khaki cloak, the Lord rose from his throne, like a sun god radiating the majesty of the Shemesh, and with a hearty laugh, extended his arms in an embracing gesture.

However, just as the child was about to rush into Ramesses's arms, the little one suddenly looked up, his pink face instantly turning ashen, and black and red blood seeped from his seven orifices. His two slender arms, stripped of their skin, transformed into sharp claws, viciously grabbing at the Pharaoh's neck.

Get out of here!

Ramesses instinctively swung his arm, and golden divine power swept outwards, instantly disintegrating the child in front of him with a ferocious expression.

But at the same time, the beautiful figure of the black-haired queen in the hall also twisted and shattered, burning and flying away like bits of grass.

With rapid breathing, Pharaoh Khrushchev opened his eyes, his consciousness returning to normal. He realized he was still sitting on his throne; everything that had just happened was merely a dream projected from his mind.

After a brief silence, a gloomy and oppressive atmosphere filled the empty hall. The candlelight flickered all around, and even the nearby Hot Sand Sphinx trembled and lay prostrate on the ground.

A dull echo resounded as Ramesses, his fists sank deep into the stone, his steel teeth grinding together, uttering sinister words through his clenched teeth.

"Moses!"

Just as the Pharaoh's emotions were in a great turmoil, a deep and dark shadow loomed behind him, and a pitch-black, lightless Feather of Death fluttered down!

"General..."

Under the shade of the village trees, Samael pushed a "Knight" into the enemy's territory, completing the encirclement of the "King" on the simple square chessboard.

"Did the boss lose again?"

"What's the rush! We're still waiting for the result!"

"I don't think it's going to work. How many rounds is this?"

"It's been at least seventeen or eighteen times..."

On the opposite stone bench, Maw Hassan calmed himself, eliminating external distractions, and circled the chessboard, repeatedly examining and contemplating it, trying to find a flaw.

As she immersed herself in the game, she became increasingly alarmed.

Surrounded by sheer cliffs in front and pursuers behind, with thunder crashing down from above and countless pits below, trapped in a chain underfoot and clutching a detonating grenade in hand, it was a place where there was no way to escape to heaven or earth. Any movement would mean certain death. It was a death trap with no chance of survival.

Left with no other choice, Zhou Mao had to push King's Pawn down, gracefully admit defeat, and throw the day's bet to Samael on the other side.

"Tsk, despicable outsiders, bringing this kind of game, they're definitely up to no good!"

"That's right!"

As soon as the onlookers saw Hassan stand up, their expressions changed immediately, and they all indignantly condemned the guy who brought strange skills and corrupted the village's atmosphere.

However, just as Zhou Mao turned the corner, he heard rustling sounds of rummaging and muffled curses behind him. The group of people who had started betting on the spot were busy cashing out their bets.

The winners beamed with joy, gesturing to take their cash cow out for drinks that night; the losers grumbled and complained about Hassan, who possessed the wisdom of a hundred men but couldn't withstand a single move in a game of chess.

"Are you all so idle? Gathered here without doing anything?!"

But as the gamblers were busy collecting and paying out, a deep voice echoed from the crowd. An inconspicuous Chinese man snorted coldly.

"Go and do all of today's homework once a week! Immediately! Right now!"

The familiar aura of the Chinese man, and the image of Hassan standing with his hands behind his back, looking down from the ridge, immediately made the gamblers wilted like frostbitten eggplants.

Ju Tong even arranged for himself to be here—revenge! It's definitely revenge! How petty!

Despite their inner grumbling, the assassins, who had managed to steal a moment of leisure from their busy schedules, reluctantly gathered at the rendezvous point to prepare for Tian's special training.

The noisy scene quieted down, and Samael calmly tidied up the chessboard, watching with great interest the Assassin Gymnastics Team perform extreme sports tricks, leaping and twisting their hips amidst the towering mountains.

Although its practicality is limited, its aesthetic appeal is excellent.

After a period of leisurely enjoyment, Amazon Queen Hippolyta was on guard nearby, approached and asked in a deep voice.

"How is the situation?"

"The first move has been made; we just need to wait patiently for the result."

"If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I simply wouldn't believe she would have agreed to send the Persian Assassins' Order to assassinate the Egyptian Pharaoh!"

"You can't imagine that Persia and Egypt could not have predicted this outcome either, which is why the result was able to go in the direction I expected."

Samael smiled, his eyes narrowing, a pleased curve forming at the corners of his lips.

Subduing the Assassins' Order was merely a means, not an end.

His true intention was to sow discord between Persia and Egypt and dismantle the anti-Greek alliance!

Last time in Rome, Cyrus was rather unethical, abandoning Attila and Ramesses and running away first. If some Grand Assassin goes to assassinate them this time, wouldn't that be a huge mess?

So he had already saved up the money to buy melon seeds and was just waiting to see what would happen.

Oh, and by the way, let's also prepare for the second half of the next move.