What were you doing before the end of the world? Are you going to be an assassin?

"Relying on the flames and light brought by the underground lava lake, we have a place to live in the underground world. We can make tools and build houses. So our organization is called..."

"Underground fire?" Connor asked. The monster in the lake would not appear for a while. In order to take care of the rebels without shoes, the whole team moved very slowly, moving little by little towards the red light in the distance, which was the direction of the lava lake.

"Yes, it is the underground fire. I am the leader of the gathering team, Geller."

Geller, the burly leader who was almost as tall as Connor, stretched out his hand, which was covered with calluses and scars.

"Connor."

Connor shook it and roughly calculated Geller's strength based on the power transmitted back from his palm.

Like him, they are all without rank.

As a degenerate, it is very difficult to break through the level by exercising and polishing the body, unless you have the help of extraordinary power like Connor, there is a possibility of breaking through.

The group marched for a long time, taking a long detour to avoid protruding rocks and stone pillars supporting the underground space. No one could detect the passage of time in the darkness underground, until they climbed a mountain in the underground world and saw more than twenty natural stone pillars gathered together.

Between these stone pillars, countless stones were piled up to form an irregular wall, which together with the stone pillars formed a barrier to protect the rebel organization's underground fire.

A large amount of fungal crops gathered on the stone pillars, illuminating the surrounding area and contrasting with the lava lake next to it. There were ropes and ladders woven with plant fibers between the stone pillars. Connor, who had excellent eyesight, saw many bird's nest-like buildings hanging on the edges of the stone pillars. Many people were shuttling back and forth between the rope ladders and the bird's nests, collecting fungal crops.

Geller took a few quick steps and came to the front of the team.

With the help of the light from within the city wall, Geller opened his arms and said, "Dear brave rebels, welcome to the Underground Fire. Welcome to the base of the free men in the underground world, Sean! This is also your future home!"

There were poisonous smoke and monsters along the way, and only about 300 people were left in the rebel group led by Connor. Sean, the base of the underground fire, showed great tolerance and swallowed up these latecomers effortlessly.

Dozens of crude stone buildings were built under the stone pillars, and the excavated tunnels and caves were put to good use.

"Ah, I'm so sorry. The leader is taking people out today. It will take a long time for him to come back, but don't worry. When you get home, you will have everything. There is a house for four people to live in, hot water, food, and clothes!"

Geller said apologetically, feeling guilty for not being able to let these brave rebels see their leader as soon as possible, and quickly arranged everything.

……

Unable to meet the leader of the Underfire, Connor simply climbed up to the platform extending from the nearby stone pillar, sat on the edge of the platform and looked around.

Because of the existence of the lava lake not far away, the light and heat provided the indispensable light and heat for the city of Sean. Connor even saw something similar to a steam engine.

The cliffs near the lava lake are covered with moss-like plants, and the surrounding stone walls seem to be extremely humid. Under the temperature of the lava lake, water vapor condenses into water droplets on the top of the cave, nourishing the lushly growing plants.

The humid water vapor spread all the way, flowing down the outside of the cliff, and gathered into a clear stream near the city of Sean, nourishing the low black grass by the stream.

Connor couldn't recognize what these things were. Perhaps they were specialties of this underground world.

"Hey, your name is Connor, right?"

Geller from the collection team came up from a rope ladder extending from another stone pillar. He was already used to such tools and walked to Connor very steadily.

"To be honest, I haven't seen anyone walk out of there alive in several years. You are really amazing."

Geller lamented that since the landslide a few years ago, there was one less escape route from the slave factory.

The city of Sean is not only home to slaves from Connor's factory, but also to other factories near Lake Jing. No one knows how many factories there are and no one knows how many slaves are still in them.

In the past, there were always a few people who escaped sporadically, and Geller's job at that time was to meet them at the edges of several secret exits.

But the situation was completely different after the landslide. It was impossible for the unarmed slaves to dig out the collapsed passage. Even if they could get out by chance, the hungry monsters in the quiet lake outside would not miss the opportunity to have a feast.

The leader of the Underworld Fire tried several times to lead his men to counterattack, but the monsters in Jinghu Lake didn't care whether you wanted to go out or come back, and would never miss the opportunity to eat.

Bringing more people would inevitably alert the monsters in Jinghu Lake, and bringing fewer people would help avoid the monsters, but it would not help in counterattack. After several failures, the leader of the Earth Fire has begun to look for other ways out.

"Hasn't anyone been sent here?" Connor looked at the surrounding stone walls in confusion. There didn't seem to be any signs of fighting. Logically speaking, with so many slaves running away, they would definitely send soldiers to check.

Geller supported himself on the platform with both hands and said calmly, "Who knows? Anyway, I have never seen anyone on it. I guess they treat us degenerates as disposable items?"

"Those citizens won't condescend to crawl into the dirty and smelly sewers. Go and get some rest," Geller stood up and patted his pants. "Look at the house I gave you. Although it's not as good as the one above, it's definitely better than the factory."

“There is a life here that you would never imagine.”

Geller left, leaving behind a simple diagram of his residence.

This paper was made of plant fibers, and it looked a little black under the light of fungi. The ink was silver, and Connor guessed that it was probably made from the blood of snails or reptiles that lived among mosses and fungi, and it also had a slightly strange smell.

"I've really learned a lot..."

Connor swung away from the stone platform and landed in the small room assigned to him.

It was a simple single room, with the few pieces of furniture made of stone and the stone bed covered with shade-dried black grass.

Lying on the grass with his clothes on, Connor communicated with the prism.

"Prism, can you continue to get stronger?"

The underground is already depressing enough, and the underground of the underground... Connor feels that freedom should not only exist in the underground of the underground.

Prism: "Memory world is being read, and the main task is being generated——"

"The memory world [Slash! Red Eyes] has been read successfully. Main mission: assassinate Minister Ernest."

36. I can only say that I need to practice more.

Slash! Scarlet Eyes, a "warm and healing" world.

It's not much better than the main world that Connor experienced and "Attack on Titan", it's just as fucked up.

The empire is plagued by acute class contradictions, externally there are alien races everywhere, bandits, revolutionary armies, and the An Ning Dao are eyeing it covetously, and there are countless dangerous species lurking on the roads between cities and the countryside, blocking traffic. All forces are eyeing this sleeping giant, the empire.

But every attempt to shake the empire's rule was tantamount to kicking a crumbling building, and then a group of strong men came out of the building, beat the rebels to death and hung them in front of the door to dry.

Prism: Just as people can become corrupt, countries will eventually fall into ruin. Even the imperial capital that has been prosperous for a thousand years is nothing more than a corrupt hell on earth, with demons and monsters in human skins running rampant. People are more dangerous than dangerous species.

Main quest: Minister Ernest, the man who manipulates the young emperor to implement endless tyranny. If God is unable to punish evil, someone will surely disappear in the darkness!

Mission Reward: Equipment Card [Imperial Equipment]

[Imperial Equipment]: About a thousand years ago, in order to maintain the long-term rule of the empire, the founding emperor used legendary super-dangerous species, referred to as super-dangerous species, as materials, combined with rare metals such as Ohari steel and the most advanced craftsmen summoned from all over the world (including a large number of lost secret techniques), with the founding emperor's huge financial resources and power, to develop forty-eight weapons that cannot be replicated in modern times, and called them "Imperial Equipment".

Those who hold an Imperial Gear are called Imperial Gear Users. They possess extraordinary powers and can create effects equivalent to magic in a world without magic.

Prism: Qualified people can collect the blood and other materials of dangerous species, and use the prism to complete the final integration of the imperial weapon.

Side quest: Triggered by independent exploration by qualified individuals.

……

On the northern border of the empire, which is often attacked by icy winds, taverns that provide alcohol, hot soup and shelter are indispensable in camps that are specially built to provide rest, supplies and recycling of dangerous materials for hunters who hunt dangerous species.

As it was getting dark, a burly man wearing a hood pushed the door open.

"Boss! Give me a whiskey."

The hood was lifted to reveal the short golden hair steaming inside. Connor put the sack at his feet and shouted to the owner at the bar.

On his waist was an enchanted axe looted from an underground factory, and he had no other weapons. He was just wearing a neat assassin's uniform and the wings of freedom on his back, which made him stand out among the hunters covered in blood and mud.

"No whiskey. It's illegal to sell alcohol here."

The tavern owner glanced at Connor. Which naive kid is this who came here to seek death after hearing about the heroic deeds of killing dangerous creatures? It would be better to be kind and persuade him to go back.

Today is another day for doing good deeds, and the tavern owner quietly added a slice of fried ham to his dinner as a reward.

"Not selling?"

Connor pointed at the bottles on the tables of the hunters around him. "What are they drinking? Juice? Milk?"

Connor's words caused laughter in the room. The hunters looked at the young man mockingly. "Hey, only a brat who hasn't been weaned would think that others drink juice and milk. You'd better go back to your hometown as soon as possible. You are not welcome in the North!"

Ignoring the hunters, Connor just looked at the tavern owner.

"Of course they drink whiskey," the tavern owner said. He had seen too many troublemakers crying and shouting to go back after a few days. "They are powerful outlaws."

They have been fighting with dangerous species for years on the border where the empire's political influence is weakest. Many of the empire's laws are just a piece of waste paper to them, and they are too hard to use to wipe their butts, as long as they stay on the border.

It is difficult for people who have adapted to hunting life on the border to survive in the imperial capital because the rules of hunting have changed.

"Is this enough?"

Connor opened the sack at his feet and dumped the contents onto the solid wood bar. The sound of the heavy objects colliding with the wood attracted the attention of the hunters.

"Is this a level 2 dangerous species, the Gray-winged Wolf?" The tavern owner narrowed his eyes. As a veteran who had been running the hunter camp for a long time, he had an eye for the prey that the hunters might bring back that was no less than that of the official recycling station.

The gray wolf head and two small wings were the best proof. However, there seemed to be a fatal wound in the middle of the wolf head, which was also the wound that killed the gray winged wolf. This vertical wound affected the integrity of the bones and fur, and there would definitely be a discount when calculating the bounty.

The Empire roughly classified dangerous species so that civilians could report them to their superiors without wasting the Empire's military resources.

The fifth level dangerous species, a beast that can be seen everywhere.

The fourth level dangerous species looks similar to wild beasts, but does not exceed the scope of normal creatures.

The third level of dangerous species looks like a car, and its strength is beyond that of ordinary people.

The second-level dangerous species are mainly fantasy creatures such as Asiatic dragons.

The first level of dangerous species mainly appear in the form of dragons and are very powerful.

An extremely dangerous species, not only is it powerful, but it also possesses various superpowers.

Super dangerous species, each super dangerous species is extremely dangerous.

After confirming the characteristics of the second-level dangerous species, the tavern owner quickly handed over a bottle of whiskey and the menu. "Hunter, if you trust the reputation of the tavern and don't want to deal with those troublesome official officials, you can give us your hunting certificate and we will hand it over to the recycling station on your behalf. The prize money will also be delivered to your room accurately."

There is no commission. Anyway, this tavern is the first choice for accommodation and food in the hunter camp. The tavern will also attract a large number of hunters who have just received bonuses because the owner waives the handling fee.

Being a hunter is not profitable these days, but doing business related to hunting is profitable.

"If we were in a dangerous species' territory, I would say you are a real expert and ask for your help. But this is a hunter camp, I can only say you need more practice."

A few drunk hunters dispersed in boredom and stopped targeting Connor.

Being able to bring back the head of a level 2 dangerous species from the hunting area without any damage is enough to make you a first-class hunter in the hunter camp.

And the real top hunter, hey, which top hunter is still bragging in the tavern?

Connor sipped his drink and listened to the hunters' meaningless bragging and conversation until the boss brought his plate.

A bowl of cold-dispelling soup, a basket of bread, a plate of sliced sausages and ham, and a large wine glass filled with a liter of wine is the most popular meal among hunters.

Connor picked up a handful of sausages and ham and stuffed them into his mouth. He was planning to hunt dangerous species in the North to level up before going to the imperial capital when he suddenly heard a name pop out from the hunters' mouths.

"Have you heard? The youngest general in the empire, General Esdeath, is coming to the North soon."

"Ah? Once she comes, won't she kill all the dangerous species? What will we eat?"

37. Route

Connor paused as he squeezed the sausage.

Esdeath, the youngest general in the empire.

Born in the northern border area, she is the daughter of the chief of the Barutus tribe, which specializes in hunting dangerous species. She has had the ability to hunt dangerous species alone since she was a child.

Before becoming an imperial tool user, he had already become an imperial general with his powerful strength. After making many military achievements, he obtained the powerful ice imperial tool demon essence by drinking the imperial tool made of super dangerous blood. He can almost be called the strongest imperial tool user.

To destroy Esdeath, at least ten true imperial weapon users and fifty thousand elite soldiers are needed. -- A former female general of the empire who wishes to remain anonymous and is now the leader of the assassination organization Night Raid once made this comment.

The arrival of such a ruthless man on the northern border helped Connor sort out the current time node - on the eve of Esdeath returning to the imperial capital to form the "Hunters", the prince of a northern alien tribe was about to be trained like a puppy.

After listening carefully for a while, Connor got the exact news. One month. The "soon" mentioned by the hunters meant that Esdeath would lead her army to attack the northern aliens in just one month.

"Esdeath is so confident that she told me she was coming to fight you a month in advance..."

Connor ate faster.

He only has about a month left.

"Defeat more dangerous species to increase my strength, and then try to get in touch with Esdeath..."

The main mission this time was to assassinate Minister Ernest who was active in the imperial capital.

In fact, Connor did not think that the deterioration of the empire was only due to the minister alone. The complex forces only put forward a representative. Without Ernest, there would still be people like Denest and Faweist.

But if we wait for the plot to develop by killing the minister at night, it will be like the protection mission in the first world, the mission completion rate is too low, maybe even no completion rate at all. Connor is still very tempted by the reward of the imperial weapon.

There are also levels of imperial weapons. There are imperial weapons like Esdeath that are capable of destroying a country, and there are also imperial weapons that can only be decomposed into two axes.

But in order to complete the assassination mission, Connor must sneak into the imperial capital and find an opportunity to enter the palace.

Minister Ernest regards the powerful Esdeath as a handy tool. As long as he can blend into Esdeath's team, he can enter the imperial capital openly and even get the opportunity to enter the palace.

The difficulty of assassination was suddenly reduced a lot.

If it were any other general, Connor's plan might not have been realized, but it was different for Esdeath.