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Chapter 410 - 145: The Eagle Strikes the Vast Sky, A Thousand Troops and Ten Thousand Horses Avoid the One in White Robes!_3

Chapter 410: Chapter 145: The Eagle Strikes the Vast Sky, A Thousand Troops and Ten Thousand Horses Avoid the One in White Robes!_3

But not a sound was emitted; neither the soldiers patrolling the ground nor the heavily armored guards at the church entrance noticed anything amiss.

At this moment, Ezio had completed the first phase of his cleansing plan.

Then, raising his arms high, he leaped forth like a diver plunging vertically from the roof, landing straight into a pile of hay below.

The instant he hit the hay, Ezio stretched out a hand from within the pile and swiftly pulled the ground soldier who was guarding beside the haystack into it.

A crisp ’snap’ resounded as another one was dealt with!

Emerging from the hay, Ezio dusted off the hay on his clothes, pulled his hat brim low, and blended into the crowd on the street, inconspicuously following the slow-moving throng towards the church’s grand entrance.

After a glance at the two soldiers stationed there, Ezio’s gaze moved to a few provocatively dressed and flamboyantly walking prostitutes not far away.

After paying a sum, the prostitutes with their swaying hips walked up, immediately drawing the attention of the two guards.

"Oh, the fierce and tall Knight, sir, look at this strong and muscular body. To spend a night with you would surely bring me waves of ecstasy," the prostitutes said unabashedly, casting suggestive glances at the soldiers.

The two soldiers exchanged glances, both with meaningful smiles spreading across their faces.

Though bound by orders not to stray far, the dull guard duty had left them feeling bored.

A judge said that an assassin would come to kill him?

What a joke, where would an assassin come from?

With our post at every three steps and a sentry at every five, not even if the assassin turned into a bird could they fly in!

Not to mention getting inside the church—breaking through the security of the densely patrolled residential area outside the church would be impossible for him!

Dwelling on this notion, they relaxed their vigilance and stepped forward to wrap their arms around the bubbling prostitutes, fondling them in the street.

And right at that time, Ezio skimming past their backs, quickly sneaked in, brushing past the two soldiers.

After finally entering the church, the security inside was even more stringent, with the judge just a short distance from Ezio, surrounded by over a dozen elite guards.

Even the second and third floors were patrolled by well-equipped archers.

Suppressing the temptation of an assassination at arm’s reach, PDD once again took control of Ezio.

Following the original plan, he swiftly climbed the ladder hidden in the shadows to the second floor.

And there, he came face-to-face with the patrolling soldier.

Without a word, he decisively pressed the attack key.

Ezio sprang from the ladder, rolled quickly upon landing, and with the sleeve sword popping out from his right forearm, he didn’t let the soldier cry out before stabbing into his chin, piercing through.

Then, he quietly approached another soldier not far away, who was turned away from him.

Ezio trailed behind the soldier’s patrol path, and PDD didn’t rashly act but used this breath-catching opportunity to quickly assess the surroundings for potential climbing footholds.

He quickly identified a route.

At that moment, the soldier had reached the end of his patrol route and just as he turned around, he came face-to-face with a white-robed assassin.

Ezio covered the soldier’s mouth with his hand, and the sleeve sword plunged into his abdomen. He watched as the soldier’s eyes widened in terror before he slowly went limp and fell.

PDD, wound up in nerves, maneuvered Ezio to take cover behind a Roman column that would conceal his figure.

Because by then, another soldier roaming on the second floor had discovered the body of his fallen comrade.

As he leaned down to check on him.

Ezio pulled out a throwing knife from his waist and threw it with precision and speed!

"Swoosh!" The sharp throwing knife sliced through the air with a whistling sound.

The other soldier was gone in an instant!

PDD carefully counted the remaining second-floor defenses.

In this cathedral with an open-square design and a hollowed center, there were still four patrolling guards at a diagonal corner, each paired up.

Besides, there was a soldier moving back and forth between the second and third floors, serving as a sentry for both levels.

It would be too risky to bypass them directly; the probability of being discovered was very high.

Instead, PDD took advantage of the blind spot in the angle of view when the four soldiers on the second floor crossed paths and turned around.

He crouched low, vaulted the railing like a sunny doll, hanging straight from the balcony outside the second floor, legs dangling, toes just above the first-floor courtyard.

And not far away was the judge, the target of this assassination.

This move had all the viewers in the live stream holding their breath.

If he were to fall, it would inevitably draw everyone’s attention and ruin all his previous efforts.

And even if he kept hanging in mid-air.

By the time the patrolling soldier on the opposite second-floor corridor turned around, he would naturally notice this conspicuously exposed hanging figure.

Fortunately, PDD’s operation was swift and dexterous.

While advancing through his killings on the second floor, he had observed.

The reason he chose this spot to flip over the railing and hang outside was that there were several decorative swords mounted on the adjacent wall, firmly fixed in place with L-shaped iron bolts, arranged in sequence.

They looked aesthetically pleasing but also formed a natural ladder in the air.

Quickly latching onto the ladder formed by the swords, he climbed briskly upwards to the third floor.

PDD didn’t immediately flip over the railing but waited until the two nearest guards on opposite sides came around before proceeding.

He decisively pressed the spacebar, and Ezio kicked off the wall in a stylish maneuver, swinging over to the railing, then forcibly pulled himself up over the railing height. He crouched low and nimbly flipped over, successfully infiltrating the third floor.