"I'm sorry, Lord Assassin, we came too late!" The leader of the Temple Knights said sadly, lifting the Assassin's body onto his back and climbing out of the large pit.
He gently laid the Assassin's body on the ground, tidied up his appearance, and finally took off his own cloak to cover the body.
All the Temple Knights placed their right hands over their chests and watched the Assassin's body with deep sorrow, bowing slightly in salute.
Under the gray clouds, a heavy atmosphere pervaded, and the desolate wind blew past with a slight chill.
"Is there any remedy?" Huang Yi asked in a deep voice.
"None! The Guardian of Hell's Gate is a singular lineage. Lord Assassin didn't have time to train the next guardian. With his death, the lineage is broken." The leader of the Temple Knights shook his head.
"Then let's storm Hell's Gate directly!" The Pope said, clutching the lightning in his hand, his gaze fixed on the towering, monstrous Hell's Gate.
