At the beginning, unlimited skill tree!

——The first assassination leader was Hassan who could kill Hassan.

Legend has it that his appearance means the death of Hassan, the current world.

And another legend gradually spread among the assassination group.

‘...When Hassan is on his way to the end, and is about to be beheaded by the first-generation leader, someone will appear who will cut him off, save all Hassan’s, and give them salvation! ’

All the beauty and happiness they desire will eventually be answered there -!

That person can fulfill all Hassan's wishes!

This also caused many Hassan who later heard this rumor to become more and more comfortable with things that went against the religious path, with less and less psychological pressure and guilt, and directly chose to go to the "end".

(Hassan of every era: The predecessors have all found happiness. There is no reason why I can’t!) Sit down, sit down, everything is basic, don’t disturb, don’t disturb, don’t disturb! Okay, next Hassan! That’s it! It's your turn.

For a time, the other assassins of the Assassination Order had that illusion.

The reason why the leaders of the past generations didn’t seem to be afraid of the existence of the first generation leader was to commit various suicide attempts...

Is it just because they know that there is someone who can give them salvation (death) in the end?

then……

In such a special way, Yan also left his mark in the moon world and left a strong mark.

At some point, Homura looked at another Hassan in front of him.

"Curse wrist..."

Before Homura could finish his opening remarks.

"You are the one who has been saving us, your kind lord!"

Known as Hassan the Cursed Arm, this assassination leader suddenly spoke to Yan first.

...The tone was very friendly.

Although he still wears a skull mask with squinting eyes on his face.

But it makes people feel that he is actually smiling gently.

Cursearm didn't seem surprised by Homura's sudden appearance.

And he asserted Homura’s identity with great certainty...

Obviously before this, Yan's existence was as mysterious as Wang Ha's, and his true body could not be seen.

but……

"You must realize that you have come to the end! Cursed wrist..." Flame suddenly sighed and said these words without any reason.

Cursed Wrist understood what Yan meant and knew that his thoughts had been seen through.

Chapter 483 Yan: Don’t worry, there is someone better than you among the younger generation!

There once was such a man——

"No matter what, I will become a leader of this generation.

No matter how much body is sacrificed for this, no matter how much body is sacrificed.

Since my body is just mediocre,

It's just a useless arm, happy to become the devil's food. "He said that.

In this way, the man sacrificed his right arm.

The devil was deceived by the man and gave him the spiritual base in his right arm. The man finally became the pinnacle of the assassin.

Behold—the unpleasant wrist of the curse.

This is with a man who has given up everything as a human being and even lost his face——

The most appropriate ending.

That man is the Hassan of this generation.

The curse of the wrist - Hassan, Sabah!

However……

Hassan, the most mediocre in talent, was also the one who sacrificed and paid the most.

He was originally an ordinary mountain man, but he sacrificed his body and appearance, gave up his beloved woman, and lost his facial features in order to embark on the path of Hassan.

The mask on his face is more stable than other Hasans (because it is sewn on), and there is still a skull face underneath the mask.

This was him... the one who wanted to become the leader of assassination no matter what.

At the end, when life came to an end, I fell into confusion. Even if he obtained the devil's skills, he was still far behind the first generation leader.

He worked hard and became the assassination leader of this generation.

In terms of achievements and talents, he is perhaps the most mediocre one among Hassan (at this time, Curse Man still doesn’t know the existence of Bai Mian).

But he has given up everything for this path.

Does he regret it?

This cursed arm grasped something and protected something.

People without talents will not be able to achieve great deeds and achievements after all!

He began to curse his wrist, thinking...whether he should never have embarked on the path of an assassin in the first place.

Just like when he was in between acts.

The Roman thieves who hunted to their heart's content, kidnapped children and escaped, even said... "There is nothing more stupid than cultivating assassins by people who can't even judge whether they have the corresponding talents." Scold.

That was his reserve as a professional assassin.

But he also belongs to the category of people without talent——

Are you scolding the robbers for their stupidity, or are you scolding yourself for your own stupidity?

People who have no talent just want to show off, so they are on a road of no return that is destined to end from the beginning.

It is said that the crime rate in Rome dropped sharply due to his active activities as a solo security guard after that. The doctor who heard about this incident asked, "Could it be that he was actually a basically good person...?"

It can be seen how much what the robbers did stimulated him.

In terms of the wish to come true, Curse Wan is wandering at the fork in the road of choice. On the one hand, he hopes that he can leave his name in history.

On the other hand, he longs to get his name and face back.

Even he himself didn't know what his true desires and wishes were, but because of such strong emotions, he kept responding to the summons of the magicians.

In the history of this world, Curse Wrist should have deviated from Hassan's path because of his hesitation and regret, and was beheaded by the Mountain Elder.

However, because of the legend of Flame, he was given a second choice.

"I have been waiting for your arrival. I think if you can redeem the generations of Hassan, you will definitely show mercy to me." Curse Wrist asked deeply.

Just now, he had told Flame about his life.

Originally, in every generation of Hassan, a set of strategies was directly given, and there was no need to wait for the other party to ask, and it could directly point out that Hassans longed for Flame.

At this moment, he paused slightly when he heard Curse Wrist's question.

He smiled lightly and nodded with some touch.

"You have no talent... but you want to touch the sky with your hands? Cursed Arm - there has never been a lack of such heroes throughout the ages. You are not walking alone. As far as I know - there will be a Hassan with the worst talent in history in the future."

"The worst... in history!?" Cursed Arm's body trembled slightly, and it can be seen how surprised he was.

He never thought...

There would be a Hassan with worse talent and talent than himself.

If he didn't have this cursed arm, his assassination ability could only barely rank among the top in the church.

It's okay to be an elder, but being a leader is really a bit powerless.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have sought help from the demon god in the first place.

From what this adult said, will there be a worse Hassan?

Cursed Arm felt a sense of relief and relief at this time.

The big stone that had been pressing on his heart seemed to move away a little.

Although he knew that it was not good for him to have such thoughts...

But, he couldn't deceive his own thoughts at all.

"The last Hassan, named Baimao, is a leader who can handle all kinds of situations even though he doesn't have outstanding talents. He has hundreds of different personalities and can perfectly disguise himself as any existence. Old people, children, women, young people..."

Yan continued.

Zhuwan subconsciously praised this junior: "Well done, especially the fact that he is not very strong, very good."

Then Yan looked at Zhuwan with an inexplicable look.

Ahem——

Zhuwan was a little embarrassed. Was it because his mind was too touched? He accidentally said his inner thoughts directly.

Fortunately, his face has been integrated with the mask.

Even this adult should not be able to see my expression now.

Fortunately——

As if seeing the embarrassment of Zhuwan, Yan continued:

"Although I don't recommend spending time on a career that you don't have talent for——"

…Zhuwan's body stiffened.

"Do you also think that if you don't have talent... you shouldn't waste time?" His voice was a little bitter and hoarse.

Hassan, who had killed countless targets and frightened the nobles in this era, now looked a little hunched and embarrassed.

He recalled the young man in his memory who had his own face before he put on the mask.

He recalled the foolish 'young man' who had a childhood sweetheart and a person he loved deeply -

If all this was just a waste of effort, what did that foolish young man abandon.

It was everything, he had nothing left!

"Don't be reconciled... No matter how hard you try, you can't catch up with others. In fact, compared to most people who are trying, you have done well enough... Cursed Arm."

"However, in terms of professionalism and unparalleled loyalty, you are worth my trip. Hassan of the Cursed Arm -"

He denied part of it, but also agreed with part of it.

What Yan needs is never a subordinate who is strong or talented.

Compared with other Hassans, the rare and precious quality of Cursed Arm is unparalleled loyalty to the Master.

But it is what makes Yan's heart move the most.

Then Yan invited him...

proposed to take him to see the scenery of another world.

And Yan's condition...

was to restore his appearance, restore his name, and give him a body that could no longer limit his talents from now on!

Become a true Assassin!

The layers of king bombs full of temptation and irresistible directly suppressed the curse wrist.

He took a deep breath! Trembling all over, he stared at Yan's eyes.

Chapter 484 Learn from the Roman Emperor, the correct way to open the root princess!

"Your Highness...!" Just as Yan was waiting for the response of the curse wrist with a confident smile on his face, a clear and crisp girl's voice full of joy sounded from a distance.

"...?" Yan.

For this voice that suddenly interrupted them, Yan had an inexplicable sense of familiarity.

When he looked in the direction of the voice, his body stopped.

"Aiao...Pah, Sajo Aika?!" Yan widened his eyes, as if he saw something extremely incredible.