Almighty Game Designer

The players received another exciting piece of good news a week after the launch of Thunder Entertainment's new headquarters.

The animus of Assassin's Creed, there's something new coming up!

The players had long anticipated an update to the Assassin Creed, because the name Assassin Creed: Origin had already been alluded to, and since it was the origin, it would certainly have to develop, ripple and continue.

It's just that the players didn't expect the new content to come so quickly.

In fact, for a stranger, developing a new IP is relatively cumbersome, because the entire game mechanism, how to play, etc. needs to be completely redone. However, the development of follow-up content is much simpler, and with the script finalized and sufficient art resources, the follow-up content only needs to follow the previous game mechanism, which can save a lot of time.

Of course, the new content is not available yet and is still in the final stages of development. What's coming out now is just a routine promotional film.

However, even if it's just a promotional film, it's enough to excite the players. After all, CG is the main business of Thunder Film Studios.

……

The figure with the white hood penetrates the mist and comes to the lens.

His face was hidden in the shadow of a hood, his eyes dropped and his expression purged.

But if you look closely, it's not an assassin in ancient clothes, it's a modern young man.

The white hood comes from a white hooded coat, which also reveals white headphones under the hood.

He wore dark jeans, lowered his head and entered an underground passage.

The lights on both sides of the underground passage flashed and suddenly dimmed, yet at the next moment they suddenly turned into torches on ancient architectural stone walls.

The light is dim and the melody of background music is gradually becoming more exciting.

The image suddenly flashed, and the young man in modern clothes became an assassin in white.

White hood, red trim, brown leather boots, sleeve sword, armrest...

The lens flashed, and this young man changed with the surrounding scenes, as if modern and ancient intertwined, from clothing to surrounding scenes, constantly switching between modern and ancient.

However, the attitude and pace of young people and white assassins are the same.

Coming to the tunnel exit, two men in black coats and poor colour looked at him, while the young man also raised his head slightly, still without any expression at the corner of his mouth with the whining beard, only the scar appeared noticeable.

The lens swept past the young man's back, and the man on the left was still a modern costume, and by the time he cut to the right, a temple knight in armor had drawn his sword and rushed straight to him!

A crisp sound of metal friction, the sleeve sword pops up!

The White Assassin gently flanked himself with a metal guard, while the rear sleeve sword precisely crossed the Templar Knight's throat.

In the blink of an eye, two bodies fell.

The assassin in white had no expression on his face, his sleeve sword retracted and he continued to walk forward.

“Psst!”

As a young man walks out of the tunnel, everything around him changes rapidly.

As a result of the animus program, the surrounding skyscrapers and skyscrapers are constantly transformed into a series of data streams, constantly extinguishing and reconstructing, and an ancient building with an * * * style is pulled out of the ground.

Turn around and come to a square in this ancient town.

On the executions bench, the Knights of the Temple are shining, and there is a wave of cheers underneath.

A hawk landed on a crossbar not far away, with dark eyes reflecting everything below.

In a noisy cheer, a white figure appeared on the opposite tower.

He stood at the top of the bell tower and was in good shape.

The hood obscured his expression, but his gaze had already focused on the Templar Knight of the execution bench.

“Boom!”

The bell rang.

The clock swings to the left, blocking the white assassin, but the next second, when the clock swings to the right, the white assassin disappears.

Only a flock of birds thrilled by the bell fluttered their wings into the air.

This sound... is like the clothes floating when the assassin goes down.

“Boom!”

The bell rings again.

White assassins pushed away the crowd and slowly walked towards the execution bench.

“Boom!” “Boom!” “Boom”...

The bells kept ringing, and although the bells were perfectly spaced, the melodies of background music were getting faster and faster, and the white assassin was moving faster and faster, and later he even turned into a fictional figure, suddenly crossing the crowd and coming to the front of the execution bench.

“Huh!”

The White Assassin's crossbow flew out an arrow and straightened the temple knight's throat to the left, while he stepped onto the platform and jumped high!

Time, as if fixed at this moment.

“Huh!”

With a crisp sound of metal friction, the high white assassin spreads his wings like an eagle, and a sleeve sword pops up on his left wrist.

Templar knights ready to draw their swords against the enemy.

Falling corpses.

Panicked crowd.

Crisp bells.

In an extremely chaotic environment, the White Assassin was not affected in any way, and the left sleeve sword instantly pierced the Templar Knight's throat!

“Boom!”

The bell rings and the dust settles.

Everything around them seemed to be quiet, and the people under the execution bench were terrified, but their faces solidified on their faces, and the screams that had been squeezed in their throats failed to cry out.

The assassin in white drew his sleeve sword and caressed his right hand against the face of the Templar Knight.

“Rest in peace.” He whispered as if.

The melody suddenly became nervous, and the surrounding guards rushed over, and the assassin in white had rushed out of the square like an arrow off the strings.

He easily climbed onto the roof, took the eaves and landed neatly to solve the guards who had stopped the road, and finally came to a closed gate.

Several guards approached him carefully with a long sword in their hand.

But the gates opened just when the guards thought the assassins had been forced out of their way.

“Boom!”

The last bell rings.

A group of * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

Soldiers are still searching in vain, but no more white assassins can be found.

Only the eagle left, soaring above the city pool.

A moment later, the eagle found the white assassin.

He has left the city and is marching far away.

The data stream swept past again, and everything around it changed again at a rapid rate.

From a prosperous city to a bloody battlefield.

Countless temple knights with spears are marching forward fearlessly, falling and filling in.

But their enemies...

It's just...

Alone.

The one being surrounded by the Templar Knights is a figure in a dark assassin suit. Extrapolated from the beard under his hood, he's over half a hundred years old, but still like the most horrible killer, understated the lives of the Templar Knights.

He was as agile as a cat, dodging the Templar Knights' attack with no compulsion, and then a two-sleeved sword, left and right, penetrated every Templar Knight's throat with precision.