From the God of Lies to the Lord of All Worlds

Chapter 198 Brotherhood Part 2
When did Gabriel first dream of those things?

It was when he was about eight years old, one night while learning so-called "assassination techniques" from his grandfather, that he fell asleep while touching the family stone, and that's when he had this special dream.

In his dream, he traveled through English and French castles, walked through Germanic farmlands, fought alongside Crusaders, and killed every marked enemy in the deserts of the Middle East and the wastelands of North Africa.

He is a master assassin, an inquisitor belonging to the "Inquisition," and a special person who maintains the balance of the world.

He didn't kill any lords, nobles, or caliphs, but a group of people who had been bewitched by the devil and had long since abandoned the light in their hearts!
"The demons must be eliminated, or they will surely corrupt the world!"

He muttered these words as he plunged the hidden sword in his hand into the heart of the person before him!

Then, the "person" turned into a pile of ashes, a lump of flesh and blood, a human skin... in short, it was no longer a person.

Gabriel snapped out of his daze, and these childhood memories flashed before his eyes. It was these memories that led him down the path of an assassin.

He initially thought it was just a matter of thinking about something during the day and dreaming about it at night, but now that he thinks about it, it is clearly a memory passed down from a special era!
Their family is not just a simple noble family, but the descendants of assassins and killers from history!
And now, in this daze, Gabriel seems to see something more—a light from a more distant realm.

An even more wondrous scene unfolded before his eyes, allowing him to hear echoes that seemed to come from hundreds of years ago:
"The Brotherhood has been formed, but most of us have to go deep into the mountains to ensure its continuation. What about the rest of us..." an old man said with a frown, "We need someone to help us deliver messages to ensure we can return from the mountains!"

"Yes, it's necessary. Otherwise, if the Papacy has already been restored and we still don't know anything, how can we come back to rebuild the Papacy?"

“In that case, we’ll stay!” Upon hearing this, the cloaked man said directly, “Our assassin team from the Inquisition will stay. Even if the demons wipe out all of Europe, we have the ability to survive. We will pass on information to you and tell you about the situation outside, until the Lord returns!”

The crowd nodded in agreement, seemingly having reached a consensus. They prayed to each other as they watched the cloaked man lead his men away slowly, heading towards the raging battlefield before them.

Everyone knows that those who hide are more likely to survive, but those who go to the battlefield are not so likely to survive.

But they still went to the battlefield without hesitation, just to provide information in a timely manner and to ensure that the "inheritors" in the mountains could truly survive.

This spirit of sacrifice, this act of putting others before oneself, is enough to amaze everyone!
This is the power of faith; they are willing to give everything, including their lives, for their beliefs!

The scene shifts to the cloaked figure, and then to the perspective of a new person holding the special badge.

The cloaked figure was bleeding, breathing heavily, and contorted in pain; he was clearly on his deathbed.

"Mentor!" the man cried out sorrowfully, "How...are you?"

The cloaked figure remained hidden in the darkness and said softly, "Frey, the crisis is over. The last demon priests are all dead. My mission is complete!"

“I have felt the Lord’s call, Frey… From now on, the entire Brotherhood of Assassins depends on you!”

“Go tell the brothers in the mountains, come out! The demon has been vanquished, and there will be no more real demons in the world…”

He coughed up a pool of blood, looking extremely exhausted and in pain, yet still forcing himself to stay awake. "But... the Papacy has also lost its own power. The price of this battle was incredibly high. Even His Holiness the Pope may have to go with me. The Catholic Church will enter a very long period of rest. It's time to rest. We've been fighting for too long!"

“Go and tell them that the Lord’s glory has almost disappeared, and their power will never be able to reappear in this world!”

"The assassins' power of shadow has dwindled to almost nothing, and the power of the Holy Light can only be implemented with the help of a large number of believers, holy water, and relics left behind from the past..."

"Tell them to continue hiding. The Papacy no longer has a place for us, and they are in dire straits themselves, so let's continue to live on our own!"

“Our time has passed, Frey! From this day forward, you will no longer be my mentor, but a member of the Brotherhood!”

"Let's split up, build our own families, protect these secrets, protect our beliefs, and never forget the assassin's code!"

"May you watch over one another and hold onto one another until the day when the Lord's glory returns!"

The assassin was dead, but before he died, he opened his arms and looked up at the sky, saying, "Lord, my faith has not been extinguished after all!"

Frey nodded slightly, took the badge, and walked into the darkness. Gabriel, who witnessed this, seemed somewhat stunned.

The name Frey was all too familiar to him, because his family's original noble title in France was that of a count, and that count's name was Frey Martin!
It turns out that what the "priest" said wasn't unfounded; their family seems to truly have a lineage of holy light.

"So, this is the underlying kindness of my family?" Gabriel murmured to himself, seemingly gaining a deeper understanding of his own origins.

The scene wasn't over yet; a new scene appeared: Frey taking his oath to join the "Brotherhood."

"We watch over each other, we depend on each other, we await the dawn, we will never betray each other..."

After the oath was taken, an old man, seemingly inhuman, spoke in a hoarse voice, "So, Mr. Frey, if the Brotherhood one day needs you or your family to make a contribution, what will you do?"

"The Martin family will give everything for the revival of the entire Holy See!" Frey shouted. "We will fight to the last member of the family, and we will never stop!"

"Everything for the Brotherhood! For a greater future!"

The scene shifts again, and Gabriel sees his family's old house, a stone house that has been passed down for hundreds of years, but it looks incredibly new in the picture.

A young man emerged from the house, a hidden blade retracting from his sleeve, but his eyes were filled with fear. "Father, why does Grandpa's body look twisted? Is this contamination?"

"What exactly did he do? Why didn't he say a word to us? Why did you bring back a corpse after you went to find him?!"

"Tell me, Father!"

Upon hearing this, the middle-aged man in front of him remained silent for a moment before finally saying, "Because this is the mission of our Martin family, Milk. When the Brotherhood sends us information, we must go and help them resolve such crises!"

"We are assassins. We can handle things with minimal cost. Unlike the Templars, we don't need to force our way through and then cover our tracks!"

Hearing this, the young man still didn't understand, "Why are we the only ones left? Why only us? Where are the others? Isn't there anyone else in the Brotherhood?"

"The Brotherhood's predecessor was the Holy See! With so many extraordinary departments, why do we have to send someone as old as Grandpa on these death missions?"

Hearing this, the middle-aged man nodded. "Yes, only we are left! The Knights Templar are left with only two boys, no more than sixteen years old, named Lankoch and Paying; eleven exorcist families of the Holy See have disappeared in the last fifty years; all the Grand Judges of the Inquisition have died in battle, and only seven clerks remain; and the extraordinary relics belonging to the Inquisition have already consumed seventy-six devout judges..."

"In France, only the Martin family remains of the Assassin families. If we don't want those monsters to continue to grow stronger, this is what we must do!"

“Next, the next mission is mine!” There was no fear in the middle-aged man’s eyes, only a special kind of determination. He said softly, “Don’t worry, Milk. After I die in battle, according to the Brotherhood’s rules, our family will enter a period of silence until a new successor grows up!”

He looked at the young man with satisfaction, "You are excellent, one of the most outstanding members of the family, so you must carry on our family tradition!"

"Do not harbor resentment, for this is our mission! If we do not do it, the world will be overrun by demons, and if we do not do it, the efforts of the Holy See over the past thousand years will be in vain!"

"My son, you must remember the assassin's code: nothingness, everything is permitted..."

"We are guardians, but also victims who are constantly on the front lines of death..."

"For the Lord's Kingdom, and for our glorious mission!"

In the video, the young man is stunned and horrified before the screen goes black.

Upon seeing this information, Gabriel's pupils contracted. Milk Martin, his great-great-great-grandfather, was also the Martin family's only traceable ancestor.

This further confirmed his suspicion that his family was indeed connected with the "assassins," but he never expected that this connection would be so tragic and heroic!
PS: Thank you to reader F for the 5000 Qidian coins reward, thank you so much (yes, it's another 10,000 reward, I will add an extra chapter... tomorrow, I really can't write today).

(End of this chapter)