Those who had seen the Golden Apple but never touched it could forcibly trigger a divine awakening in anyone who had touched it.
Third Generation and the others had never touched it either, but when they said their hands had been tampered with, they meant that while they were asleep, the brothers had realized that changing their beliefs and principles would mean they would no longer receive their help, so they had used the Golden Apple to touch their gravestones.
The only ones who had been touched were the old-era Assassins from before the change. Yiluo was not among them.
Now that Mahad was dead, the only person at the scene who could still control the Ancient Assassins was Yiluo.
Is this ever going to end? Mo Qiong thought. It already happened once. How could I let them do it again?
When Yiluo said that an Assassin did not die in a cage, Mo Qiong immediately began firing at him nonstop.
Bullets could not kill stone, but they could force Yiluo to remain in his stone form for the time being.
Mo Qiong's bullets never missed. It was rare for him to use them merely to suppress a single person like this. Yiluo's switching speed was simply even faster than Mahad's.
"Master Gou, do you have any ideas?" Mo Qiong asked urgently.
Compared to Mahad, Yiluo's will was undoubtedly firmer. Mahad had wanted to be both a prostitute and a memorial archway, and uncertainty lingered in his heart. Yiluo, on the other hand, clearly understood that the moment they changed, they had done so only to survive and continue on.
Although this will to survive was extremely powerful, for an Ancient Assassin, only someone who was "always willing to sacrifice himself for a reason" could truly be called an Assassin.