I made up myths in America

Chapter 206 The Abyss of Death, King Hassan

This is embarrassing him in front of so many people.

Seeing the ugly face of the immigration officer in the divination image, the president was so angry that his blood pressure soared.

He certainly knew what kind of people his subordinates were; otherwise, America wouldn't have had six million centenarians receiving retirement insurance before the arrival of the extraordinary era.

The oldest among them is over 360 years old, which is longer than the history of the founding of the United States.
But being greedy in ordinary times is one thing, but can you really just casually use something like Hassan al-Sabah's hidden blade?

Thinking back to the fleeting divination image, the deaths of many important historical figures were related to the Assassins, this extraordinary assassin organization.

Even the Grand Commander, the 'legendary king of endurance,' was sweating profusely, indicating that he couldn't take the blame for this.

Who knows if any members of this ancient assassin organization have survived to the modern era, or if they will cause trouble for me after finding out about this?

His face immediately showed a righteous and awe-inspiring expression. He publicly criticized the immigration official for corruption and then picked up his phone to make a call.

So, half an hour later, at the Texas border, in an immigration jail.

While enjoying his lavish dinner of barbecue and beer, the middle-aged sheriff Antonio, whose belt could barely contain his beer belly, scoffed at the doomsday rhetoric circulating online in the United States.

He felt that these people were just bored and had nothing better to do.

The United States is so far from the Persian Gulf that war would never affect them.

If anyone's going to be unlucky, it's the Middle Easterners.

Antonio, on the contrary, was pleased with the outcome.

With his fixed salary, he couldn't afford to support three children, two German Shepherds, and a weekly trip to a strip club.

His income is tied to the number of refugees he receives; the more the better. These refugees from the Middle East may not seem to have much to offer, but you might be able to find some antiques or treasures on them.

For example, the incredibly sharp hidden blade that Antonio recently acquired is extremely valuable.

Someone online has already offered $500,000 to buy it.

Antonio almost agreed.

Finally, his wife reminded him that with so many extraordinary events happening lately, this item might be a real treasure, and he should wait a little longer.

And what they got in return was the FBI.

Led by Texas Field Chief Joseph Ross Rock, a team of fully armed FBI agents broke down the door to the sheriff's office, took him into custody, and conducted a thorough search of his office.

The other police officers in the immigration detention center were stunned by what they saw!

What crime did Antonio commit that warrants such a massive mobilization from the FBI?!

"Wait, buddy, I know your branch's deputy chief."

"Even if you know the Secretary of State, it won't help."

Seeing this guy still pulling this stunt even when he's about to die, the two FBI agents in black suits who were holding Antonio down sneered.

Meanwhile, in cell number 13 of the immigration prison, a Middle Eastern refugee being held there received a completely different treatment.

FBI field director Joseph personally approached him, showing him unusual kindness and concern. The other refugees in the cell looked on in disbelief, wondering if this was really the FBI.
Could Callum actually be the FBI director's long-lost illegitimate son?!
The prisoners stared incredulously at their seemingly ordinary cellmate, who appeared to have nothing special about him.

"Or perhaps some important American figure has taken a liking to this kid?"

Some people make unwarranted, malicious speculations.

There's no way around it; the only thing this Middle Eastern youth might stand out about is his face.

Due to Lu Bai's morbid sense of humor, Callum looked a lot like Michael Fassbender, the actor who played the Iron King in a movie he had seen in his previous life.

As is widely known, this actor known as "Wan Tie Wang" also starred in a box office flop, "Assassin's Creed," where he played a descendant of an assassin master from the Brotherhood of Assassins, which fits perfectly into the story he is currently fabricating.

"Mr. Lynch, time is of the essence, let's talk as we walk."

In front of the Middle Eastern youth whose full name was Callum Lynch, the FBI field director was as kind and gentle as Santa Claus.

Callum, who couldn't figure out why the FBI was looking for him, couldn't help but associate it with hook literature.

Or rather.

What part of his body is a perfect match for a terminally ill American tycoon, so that they want to take him to the hospital to have his "heart and lungs ripped out"?

As one of the few educated people among the Middle Eastern refugees, Callum has never hesitated to assume the worst about Americans.

“I think you’ve misunderstood, Mr. Lynch.”

Seeing that this descendant of the assassin was clearly very wary of them and would run away at the first opportunity, FBI field director Joseph was somewhat helpless and had to explain in advance.

Otherwise, he was also worried that this Middle Eastern youth, who was very likely to have inherited the bloodline of assassins, might suddenly awaken some strange supernatural abilities, just like in the movies, and kill them as villains.

"Here's the thing, while you're in prison, you might not be aware that the world is facing a major crisis. The Mother Goddess Tiamat wants to destroy all of humanity."

Joseph began his story from the beginning.

As he spoke, he gestured for his men to bring over a tablet and played a video on it for Callum to see as evidence.

"Ah, I am a descendant of a master assassin, and the ancestral hidden blade in my family comes from Hassan al-Sabah, the Old Man of the Mountain?!"

Even after boarding the military plane bound for the Persian Gulf, Callum still felt that the news was somewhat unbelievable.

But he soon forgot all about those things.

To get to the Persian Gulf battlefield as quickly as possible, he and the antique hidden blade were transported by a two-seat SR-71 Blackbird reconnaissance aircraft with a maximum speed of Mach 3.2.

Because it was unsuitable for modern air combat, this type of aircraft was basically retired by the 90s.

The U.S. military specifically selected a well-maintained aircraft from the warehouse to complete this special transport mission.

Because all weapons had been removed before takeoff, only enough fuel to reach the destination was left.

The reconnaissance aircraft demonstrated a speed that was faster than theoretically possible, even exceeding the limits of human endurance.

Generally speaking, pilots must wear fully sealed flight suits to ensure their own safety.

However, because the US government attached great importance to this mission, and the pilot who was in charge of the mission was an E-class superhuman who had taken a superhuman drug, he naturally did not have such concerns and basically flew as fast as possible.

Having received absolutely no relevant training, Callum sat on such a supersonic plane, his heart stopped, and he almost thought he was going to see his grandmother. All the chaotic thoughts in his mind instantly vanished.

He didn't know how much time had passed before he found himself gradually adapting to this flight speed.

The pilot sitting in the front suddenly spoke up: "Mr. Lynch, we have arrived. Please take your belongings and prepare to eject from the cockpit."

???

This is 10,000 meters in the air, you want me to be ejected?!
Before Callum could even utter a curse, a powerful ejection force came from under his seat.

He was lifted into the air, a gust of wind rushing towards him. High above, what came into his view were two enormous horns that pierced the clouds and shimmered with a scarlet light.

Even after seeing Tiamat's influence in the video, the Middle Eastern youth was still shocked and wide-eyed, finally understanding why the Americans were so nervous.

This is a truly mythical being capable of destroying the world!
At first glance, one can only see the tip of the iceberg of the towering body. Countless purplish-red lightning bolts flash among those astonishingly large black scales, any one of which may be more than a hundred meters long.

Beyond the crimson lightning, a blazing white holy light descended, entangled and collided with the lightning.

The two annihilated and regenerated, even the space itself seemed to be collapsing, and there was no trace of clouds left in the surrounding area.
This immense power, possessed only by gods and demons, deeply captivated Callum's attention!
But he soon realized that he should perhaps pay more attention to himself.

In a battle of god-like proportions, even the slightest ripple could be enough to take his life.

Zizzi! !
As a streak of crimson lightning shot toward him, Callum frantically tried to pull the parachute cord behind the ejection seat.

But I pulled it several times.

He discovered that the thing seemed to be stuck and couldn't be pulled open at all.

"Fuck you, America!!"

Callum swore with a dark expression.

If anyone ever tells him that the United States is the most democratic and advanced country in the world, he'll definitely punch that guy in the face a few times.

"Ah this."

When high-ranking officials from various countries around the world, who were constantly monitoring the region with military satellites, saw this scene, their eyes twitched in unison, and they all wondered if the Americans had done it on purpose.

Is it really such a coincidence?!

Or has the US military really become that incompetent?!

"It's a coincidence, it must be a coincidence. Your Excellency, you should know that the Blackbird reconnaissance aircraft was retired back in 1990. This is the best condition one we found in the warehouse, and there simply wasn't enough time for a thorough inspection."

In the new White House, what could the military leadership do when faced with the president's dark gaze? Of course, they would try to shift the blame and shirk responsibility.

Chime! !

Fortunately, at that moment, a beam of light burst forth in the sky, and the crimson lightning that had struck Callum turned into a flurry of petals.

Merlin appeared out of thin air, ending the farce, and raised his sword, gently tapping Callum.

Suddenly, Callum, who had escaped death, discovered that the ancestral hidden blade he had always held in his arms was radiating an extraordinary light, as if he were overjoyed to see an old friend.

And at that moment, his own body involuntarily flew towards the other party.

The two flew to Merlin's left and right sides at the same time, forming a stable triangle together.

"Now that everything is ready, let's begin."

Merlin smiled gently at Callum, telling him not to be nervous, and then casually drew a circle in the air with his sword.

A mystical magic circle was formed in the air by magical light full of dreamlike colors.

The magic circle is composed of countless densely packed runes, and from a distance, it looks like a blooming flower.

Seemingly having discovered Merlin's little trick, the countless purplish-red lightning bolts converging in this direction were all blocked outside the magic circle, causing a colorful rain of flowers to fall from the sky.

"That Merlin is truly romantic."

This artistic fighting style is simply irresistible to every French man.

No, it should be said that it's a killer move for everyone who studies art.

In a French estate, Eliot, having just finished painting Tiamat, picked up his brush again, wanting to record this scene as well.

"Damn it, you good-for-nothing, stop drawing! How can we grow bigger and stronger and create new glories if you're so irresponsible?"

Seeing this, the corrupted Flying Eagle scratched his head in frustration.

And at the same time.

Merlin has begun his summons.

There was no need for the Holy Grail or complicated rituals; he simply raised his sword and pointed it toward the sky.

boom! !

A strange triangular pattern appeared in the sky.

This is the symbol of the Assassins, the assassin organization, that appeared in Emma's divination scene before.

Callum and Hassan Sabah's hidden blades flew up simultaneously, landing in the symbol and radiating a strong light.

Finally, as the light faded, the figure that appeared in the sky, draped in a tattered black cloak, wearing a skull mask, and exuding a strong aura of death, attracted the attention of the entire world.

this.
During the online meeting, high-ranking officials from various countries looked at each other intently.

Hassan al-Sabah, the Old Man of the Mountain, is a legendary figure who founded the infamous Assassins, and this image certainly fits their stereotypes.

It's just a bit too scary.

It doesn't look like a human; it looks more like the Grim Reaper.

He didn't even speak after he appeared, holding a lifeless greatsword in both hands, silently looking at Merlin.

"Do me a favor, Hassan. I need to find Tiamat's true form and break her immortality."

Merlin asked with a smile.

"Well, after this is done, I'll need a few days to train a new batch of assassins and, incidentally, wipe out the remnants of the Templars."

The voice emanating from beneath the skull mask was low and hoarse, clearly indicating that the assassin had not spoken for a long time.

“No problem, I will provide this magic.”

Merlin readily agreed to the condition, and the magic circle beneath his feet released a burst of intense light, forming countless seas of flowers in the sky, launching his first proactive attack on Tiamat.

Meanwhile, King Hassan, who was beside him, suddenly disappeared.

Even though countless eyes are watching this battlefield right now, no one knows how he disappeared or where he went.

Tiamat, annoyed by Merlin's little tricks, raised her head, a terrifying crimson light flashing from her mouth.

Wang Hassan suddenly appeared behind her, his lifeless black greatsword bearing the phantom image of mountains of corpses and seas of blood, from which the wails of countless dead spirits emanated.

"The Abyss of Death".

(End of this chapter)