Chapter 208 A pitch-dark night (4)
The emergency bell rang loudly.
Roman Dmitri sat down at the table and looked over Brakan’s data.
“If Ekorche fails to assassinate and perishes in return. How do you think the assassination industry will react?”
It was an incomprehensible question.
Brakan looked at Roman Dmitri’s eyes.
He couldn’t understand from one to ten why he pressed the emergency bell and why he didn’t run away.
‘Roman Dmitri is, as rumored, a belligerent figure. Usually, there is no case of reacting to this extreme just because he was assassinated, but he is a madman who crossed the borders of the Cronos Empire for the sole purpose of revenge. Judging from the previous question, his goal must be Ekorsha. Then there is still a chance to turn things around.’
I rolled my head.
The number of opponents is unpredictable.
There might have been more enemies than expected outside the office, but in fact, the possibility of that was remarkably low.
The reason was the contents of the report I received the day before.
Brakan made a request to the information guild to find out about Dmitri’s situation, and he received a message related to him yesterday.
Roman Dmitri’s whereabouts are unknown.
instead.
His subordinates discovered that Dmitri existed.
Chris Kevin Henderson and others were all at Dmitri, and there were no reports of any known troops moving apart.
That is to say. Roman Dmitry most likely moved alone.
Assuming that the judgment was to prevent Ecorche from escaping after grasping the situation, the situation was roughly correct.
It was reckless.
Not a common choice.
However, considering the steps that Roman Dmitri has shown so far, it was a sufficiently realistic hypothesis.
Bracan said.
“… If Ecorche is destroyed, the assassination industry will probably turn upside down. Ecorche is by far the best assassination guild except for Black Castle and White Moon, the two largest assassination guilds. That means you’re not in a situation to be so relaxed.”
Attitude changed.
I inflated myself on purpose.
It scratched the opponent’s pride and aroused a sense of triumph.
“As you said, the emergency bell is a signal to call my subordinates. There are dozens of assassins out there, do you think you can handle them? Roman Dmitry. I will admit that you are strong. However, the longer we spend here, the more Assassins as well as Cronos’ forces will flock to it.”
It was a trick to buy time.
Characters who have a strong sense of humor.
Rather than thinking of running away from remarks like now, there is a strong tendency to prove it.
If that was the case, things would have gone according to plan.
It was clear that Ekorche’s guild members, who had stormed into the office, would overpower Roman Dmitri with their numbers.
however.
“There are about 30 troops left in the base of Ecorche. Excluding the troops that went out on missions, that would be the power you can mobilize right now. Bracan. I hope it is not your strength.”
Moment.
I got goosebumps.
Brakan couldn’t hide his trembling eyes at the fact that he already knew Ekorche’s strength.
Tadadak.
The sound of footsteps in the distance.
As if he had waited, Roman Dmitri got up from his seat with a calm expression.
* * *
The guild members rushed in.
The first scene they witnessed was of Roman Dmitri and Vrakhan bleeding on the ground.
“Master!”
“Attack!”
No explanation was needed.
Assassins rushed in unison.
They induced defense by spraying daggers from all sides, and then attacked Roman Dmitri simultaneously.
It was a well-coordinated joint attack.
One for the head, one for the right, one for the left, and one for the legs.
And the assassins who arrived late also threw daggers at the gap of their colleagues.
It was a menacing sight.
In a situation where he was stepping into death, Roman Dmitri swung his sword.
Papapak.
All daggers bounced off.
At the same time, he grabbed the head of the attacking assassin and dragged him away, smashing his face into the wall.
Kwajik.
An eerie sound was heard.
Roman Dmitri left behind the corpse, which left traces like a brush drenched in red paint, and twisted his body to let go of all incoming attacks.
The moment our eyes meet. A single flash blew off the opponent’s neck.
Then, they pressed their bodies together and smashed the opponent’s face with one punch.
puck!
The human skull is hard.
It was invulnerable to normal attacks, and it meant nothing in the face of Roman Dmitri’s mighty power.
narrow space.
Assassins and Roman Dmitri intertwined.
Among the assassins, there were also figures who used auras, and they were specialists in utilizing confined spaces.
Qurrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.
Aura exploded.
At the forefront, assassins who dealt with aura rushed in, and some figures moved along the walls, aiming for blind spots on both sides.
The dagger was thrown without a chance to breathe.
It’s usually the timing to allow one or two wounds, but Roman Dmitri’s presence did not waver even in a stormy situation.
A dagger that strikes in three directions.
escaped
The assassin who thrust his sword in expecting Roman Dmitri’s direction had his head blown off before he could achieve his intention.
The end of the assassins rushing from the side was no different.
Roman Dmitry took one body and used it as a shield for his dagger, and another kicked and smashed his face.
Blood splattered everywhere.
The blood of the assassins stained the space red enough to turn the walls red.
one two.
Bodies piled up.
At first, the assassins, who showed confidence, noticed that from a certain moment, the situation took an unusual turn.
Something went wrong.
Aside from the simple fact that Roman Dmitri was strong, Roman Dmitri never showed an aura from beginning to end.
entirely by bodily force. The fact that they were dealing with so many assassins made them feel that things were wrong.
But in the world of assassination, there was no retreat.
People who live with death buried in their hearts knew that a single step back could lead to irreversible consequences.
at last.
Sadly –
even the last assassin’s head was blown off.
A terrified face floated up in the sky, and the headless torso fell to its knees powerlessly.
only 5 minutes.
It was the time it took for the assassins that Ecorche was proud of to fall into the abyss of death.
* * *
Brakan was speechless.
It was shocking.
During the battle, he tried to attack with his one remaining arm, but he did not dare to face Roman Dmitri’s overwhelming force.
The eyes spun round and round. It was hard to see how Roman Dmitri took down opponents even though he wasn’t using an aura in particular.
sure thing.
When the blood was splattered everywhere, the assassins met their deaths without fail.
Bubbly.
Roman Dmitry didn’t care about Brakan.
He brushed off the blood on his sword and moved on, passing through Brakhan and approaching the vault behind him.
And then.
squeak.
cut off at once
Ekorche’s safe was not only made of steel, but also made so that it could never be destroyed with physical force due to the strengthening magic of the wizards.
However, it was cut cleanly to the point of futility.
The steel fell away, revealing what was stored inside, and Roman Dmitri checked the papers.
‘Ecorchet is an assassination group whose main customers are the Cronus Empire. You can guess Cronos’s intentions not only from the assassination on me, but also from the target they are targeting.’
Palak.
handed over the paperwork.
Past the unimportant characters, the content that catches the eye came out.
[1st degree assassination Calderon Drake]
[1st degree assassination Count Rondon]
Two figures.
It was a name Roman Dmitri was familiar with.
Calderon Drake is the eldest son of the Drake family, and his father, the Marquis Drake, is a key figure in the kingdom of Umberto.
head of the military department.
In a situation where the country was shaken by the ongoing war, he was a very upright man who insisted that there would be no compromise with Cronus until the end.
people said
The moment Marquis Drake kneels on the battlefield, Umberto Kingdom will fall into chaos.
But if.
What would happen if the son of Marquis Drake died?
Even if it is not, those who talk of compromise with Cronus are pampered, and it was clear that Marquis Drake would be convinced that it was the work of traitors.
It was a really simple way to bring down Umberto’s kingdom.
Even though it is not about dealing with the real world Marquis Drake, the Cronus Empire can destroy the Umberto Kingdom from the inside without much effort.
and the Earl of Rondon.
The rich man of Redford, unlike his notoriety as a miser, was a hero who helped the country from the shadows.
A huge debt created by the king.
The Earl of Rondon moved hurriedly to solve it.
Knowing that once the conflict with the Golden Bank started, it could not be undone, so he saved the country from the fire by plundering his fortune.
Only the wealth that had already been poured in such a way was an astronomical amount.
If he goes down, Redford, like Umberto, will be confused.
the names of the two characters.
With that alone, Kronos’s intentions could be seen.
They did not try to defeat the enemy through direct warfare, but incited the opponent’s turmoil.
slowly.
If you gnaw from the inside out.
Even if all the kingdoms united, there would be no way to stop Cronos’s attack.
Roaring.
I burned the documents with Sammae Jinhwa (三昧眞fire).
OK.
“… Is there any way I can survive?”
It was Bracan.
There was no hostile attitude to be found.
admitted defeat.
Roman Dmitri looked down at him in an extremely polite manner.
“does not exist.”
end with that.
squeak.
Roman Dmitry blew off his opponent’s head.
* * *
That time.
Cort ran like a man whose foot was on fire.
His body was not well from the torture for a week, and every time he stepped on the ground, a terrible pain ran through his head.
But I couldn’t stop.
Knowing that the stronghold of Ecorche would be dangerous if it stayed like this, now was not the time to take care of itself.
gritted it
ran and ran
The cold dawn air caressed the wound, but Cort gradually forgot the pain with strong aspiration.
fast.
‘Roman Dmitry. I will definitely take revenge.’
living as an assassin
He may forget grace, but he will never forget grudge.
keeping yourself alive.
It was a huge mistake.
Cort arrived in a certain territory, not the Cronus Empire.
“No, what the hell is that?!”
It was the Cairo branch of the assassination guild Dante.
It’s a group led by Dante, a high-class assassin, and they have a friendly relationship with Ecorche.
Depending on the situation, they helped each other to the extent of joining forces or giving a safe house in a dangerous situation.
Dante’s eyes widened.
Cort was a monster that even he could not touch, and his face was so pitiful.
“I don’t have time to explain. First, bring the magic communicator to the magic communicator!”
From Dmitry to Kronos.
Time was running out.
Thinking that the situation could not be resolved on foot, Cort intended to communicate the situation using a magic communicator.
It was the best decision.
I brought a communicator that even provides a video screen, and immediately connected it to Ecorche.
“Can’t connect?”
“Shit!”
The situation was dire.
Unless Ecorche accepts it.
The next best thing was the client.
[From the looks of it, the mission must have failed.]
Beyond the screen.
The face of the client, Baron Charlton, came to mind.
Cort said in an urgent voice.
“Roman Dmitry foresaw our plan and set a trap! All of Ekorche’s assassins who attacked Dmitri have been annihilated, and Roman Dmitri has now crossed the border of the Kronos Empire to attack Ekorche’s stronghold. Baron Charlton. Now is your chance. If you move Kronos’ forces and send them to Ekorche’s stronghold, you can deal with Roman Dmitri!”
cried out earnestly.
Baron Charlton’s expression didn’t change much at Cort’s words, which he spat out with a blood clot in his neck.
[Is that the end?]
The moment.
Cort’s expression hardened.
I was enveloped in an unknown ominous feeling.
A single possibility flashed into my mind.
“… no way.”
Kronos Empire.
They did not expect the success of Ecorche in the first place.
