A week after the opening of Thunder Interactive Entertainment's new headquarters, players got another exciting piece of good news.

Assassin's Creed's Animus is back with new content!

For the update of "Assassin's Creed", players have long expected it, because the name "Assassin's Creed: Origin" has already hinted that since it is an origin, it must have development, twists and turns, and continuity.

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

In fact, for Chen Mo, it is relatively troublesome to develop a new IP, because the mechanics and gameplay of the entire game need to be completely redone. However, it is much easier to develop follow-up content, and when the script is finalized and there are sufficient art resources, the follow-up content only needs to follow the previous game mechanics, which can save a lot of time.

Of course, the new content is not playable yet and is still in the final stages of development. What is flowing out now is just a routine promotional video.

However, even if it's just a promotional video, it's enough to make players excited, after all, Thunder Film Studio, doing CG is the main business.

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A figure wearing a white hood pierces the fog and comes to the camera.

His face was hidden in the shadow of his hood, his eyes were lowered and his expression was solemn.

But on closer inspection, this is not an assassin in ancient clothes, but a modern young man.

The white hood is derived from a white hooded jacket under which white headphones can be seen.

Dressed in dark jeans and with his head bowed, he entered an underground passage.

The lights on both sides of the underground passage flickered, flickering on and off, but in the next moment, they suddenly turned into torches on the stone walls of ancient buildings.

The light flickered on and off, and the melody of the background music gradually became intense.

The picture suddenly flashed, and the young man in modern clothes also turned into an assassin in white.

White hood, red trim, brown leather boots, Hidden Blade, arm guards......

The camera flashes, and the young man changes with the surrounding scenes, as if the modern and the ancient are intertwined, constantly switching between the modern and the ancient, from the costume to the surrounding scene.

However, the posture and pace of the young man and the white-clad assassin were no different.

When he came to the exit of the tunnel, two people in black coats with unkind expressions observed him, and the young man also raised his head slightly, and the corners of his mouth with a sigh of stubble still had no expression, only the scar stood out.

The camera pans behind the young man, the person on the left is still in modern attire, and by the time he cuts to the right, a Templar in armor has drawn his sword and charged straight at him!

There was a crisp sound of metal rubbing, and the Hidden Blade popped out!

The white-clad Assassin gently slashed his metal armguard with precision, and then the Hidden Blade slashed through the Templar's throat with precision.

In an instant, two bodies fell to the ground.

The white-clothed assassin was expressionless, withdrew his Hidden Blade, and continued to walk forward.

"Wow!"

An eagle streaked across the sky, and the moment the young man walked out of the tunnel, everything around him changed rapidly.

Under the effect of the animus program, the surrounding high-rise buildings and skyscrapers continue to turn into a string of data streams, constantly annihilated and reconstructed, and ancient buildings with *** style rise from the ground.

The camera pans to a square in this ancient town.

On the execution table, the Templars were flexing their might, and there were bursts of cheers from the audience.

An eagle landed on a crossbar not far away, its dark pupils reflecting everything below.

Amid the noisy cheers, a white-clad figure appeared on the opposite tower.

He stood at the very top of the bell tower, tall and tall.

The hood obscured his expression, but his eyes were already focused on the Templars at the execution table.

"Boom!"

The bell rings.

The bell swung to the left, blocking the figure of the Assassin in White, but in the next second, when the clock swung back to the right, the Assassin in White had already disappeared.

Only a flock of birds, alarmed by the bells, flapped their wings and flew into the air.

This sound...... It's like the fluttering of an Assassin's robe as he fell.

"Boom!"

The bell rang again.

The white-clad assassin pushed through the crowd and walked slowly towards the execution table.

"Boom!" "Boom!" "Knock" ......

The bells rang continuously, and although the intervals of the bells were exactly the same, the melody of the background music was getting faster and faster, and the white-clothed assassin moved faster and faster, until later, he even turned into a shadow, and suddenly crossed the crowd and came to the front of the execution table.

"Whoosh!"

The white-clad Assassin's crossbow flew an arrow to the throat of the Templar on his left, as he strode up to the execution table and leaped into the air!

Time, as if frozen in this moment.

"Khooth!"

With a crisp sound of metal grinding, the white-clothed assassin who was high above spread his wings like an eagle, and his left wrist popped out his Hidden Blade.

Templars preparing to draw their swords to face their enemies.

Fallen corpses.

Panicked crowd.

Crisp bells.

In the midst of the extreme chaos, the white-clad Assassin was unaffected, and his left Hidden Blade instantly stabbed into the Templar's throat!

"Boom!"

The bell rings and the dust settles.

Everything around seemed to be quiet, and the people under the execution table were terrified, but their expressions were frozen on their faces, and the screams that had been squeezed in their throats could not be shouted.

The white-clad Assassin drew his Hidden Blade and stroked his right hand over the Templar's face.

"Rest in peace." He seemed to be muttering.

The melody instantly became tense, and the surrounding guards rushed towards him, and the white-clad assassin was already rushing towards the outside of the square like an arrow from a string.

He climbed to the roof with ease, flew over the walls, cleanly cleared the guards who stood in his way, and finally came to a closed gate.

Several guards, armed with long swords, cautiously approached him.

However, just when the guards thought that the Assassins had been cornered, the gates opened.

"Boom!"

The last bell rings.

A group of white-robed *** cultists entered from the other side of the city gate, and in the blink of an eye, the figure of the white-clothed assassin had disappeared.

The soldiers continued to search in vain, but could no longer find the white-clad assassin.

Only the eagle was left, soaring above the city.

Moments later, the Eagle found the Assassin in white.

He had left the city-state and was heading into the distance.

Once again, the flow of data swept by, and everything around it changed rapidly.

From a prosperous and wealthy city-state to a blood-spattered battlefield.

Countless spear-wielding Templars were charging forward fearlessly, with others falling and others filling up.

But, their enemies......

It's just ......

Alone.

The one being besieged by the Templars was a figure dressed in a dark thorn. Judging by the beard under his hood, he was over half a hundred years old, but he was still reaping the lives of the Templars like the most terrible god of slayers.

Agile as a cat, he calmly dodged Templar attacks, and then stabbed each Templar's throat with great precision.