CH 181

For a definite conclusion (7)

The strength was released in my hands.

Watching the communicator fall on the floor break, the spirit of the Marquis Benedict plunged into a deep abyss.

' Where the hell did it go wrong?'

I looked back at my memories.

Immediately after ranking.

The Marquis Benedict led the aristocrats to visit Roman Dmitry and force him to make a choice.

That started a full-fledged fight, but I didn't think it was the wrong choice.

It's something I've been working on for over a year.

Even so, they openly say that they will take an independent route, but if they were left alone, the status of the aristocrats would fall and the power system would collapse.

before it's fully grown yet.

Tried to cut the buds.

Surely he was right, but Roman Dmitry boldly drew his sword from Kairos.

Could it be that the attack on the main camp was wrong?

If he had won the battle at Benedict without turning his troops to Dmitry, he might not have collapsed so futilely.

No, looking back, it wasn't.

Even with such a large number of troops, the empty Dmitry could not be destroyed, and it was unlikely that the result would be different just by focusing on Benedict.

in the first place.

The difference in power was huge.

Looking back on the choices, the Marquis Benedict came to one conclusion.

'Roman Dmitry made all plans pointless.'

Think about it.

Whether it was the plan in Kairos or the bucking operation in Benedict, it was an operation in which failure was not allowed in a common sense.

That was the objective power.

Using a white-robe swordsman to subdue the Ten's power is a very natural result.

But even the work could not be suppressed.

When Roman Dmitry slaughters a bag alone, no matter how much he rolls his head, what's the point?

overwhelming power.

was a factor in the failure.

Just as Cairo did not dare look up at the Empire, the nobles chose the wrong opponent in the first place.

finished.

Looking at the wreckage of the communicator, the Marquis Benedict was terrified.

'If you keep going like this, you can't avoid death.'

The Devil of Cairo.

he was chasing

The Marquis Benedict came to his senses and spoke in a voice of urgency.

"The naval battle at Benedict Castle was a complete failure. We must first flee and turn the situation around by borrowing the power of the Kronos Empire. move fast If caught like this, the future of the aristocracy is over."

"Oh, I see."

The nobles nodded their heads with pale expressions.

Benedict's Castle.

There are still many soldiers left.

They risked their lives for the order to fight to the end, but the leaders did not think about their safety.

After all, they are just consumables.

As long as you survive and use the Chronos Empire to take over Cairo's royal family, you can always secure new soldiers.

hastened to walk

Fortunately, a secret passage was made in case this situation arises.

Since it is an escape route without being noticed, there was still a spark of hope in the midst of the chaos.

how far did you run

out of breath

The armor he was wearing just to look stylish pressed his body down, and his forehead was soaked with sweat.

The nobles who would normally express their dissatisfaction did not say anything.

Thinking that if they slowed down even a little, the demons of Cairo might come after them, they tried to move forward by pushing the person ahead of them.

Finally.

reached the end of the passage.

When he passed through the dark basement and faced the bright light, the expression on the face of the Marquis Benedict who was at the forefront became pale.

dripping, dripping.

Drops of blood fell along the blade.

above the body.

A man used the body as a chair.

Having confirmed the Marquis Benedict, he got up from his seat with an expressionless expression on his face.

It's too late, Marquis Benedict.

he's right

it was kevin

* * *

The choice of the Marquis Benedict.

it was obvious

He did not think that if Mercury failed, he would raise his head and accept death calmly.

last week.

You have fully grasped the secret passage.

Kevin and other soldiers were guarding one of them, and the Marquis Benedict apparently appeared through the passage where Kevin was holding.

It felt like my heart had completely shrunk.

Although he still has a youthful look, he experienced how scary Kevin was in Kairos.

'Dmitry's demon... !'

Roman's orders.

Two prosecutors rushed in.

Kevin was one of them, and I still can't forget the sight of him flying towards hundreds of troops.

I swallowed my saliva.

Hiding behind the escorts who rushed after him, he shouted in a terrified voice.

"Attack now! I mean, kill them!"

escort knights.

They, too, looked frightened.

They looked at each other for a moment and looked hesitant, but that didn't stop them from rejecting the orders of the Marquis Benedict.

Kevin didn't move at all when he saw them.

Seeing him staring at him, a knight clenched his teeth and ran forward.

"Attack!"

"Kill!"

dozens of knights.

they risked their lives

With a face that had suppressed fear, he swung his sword towards Kevin with a face that looked like he was about to cry at any moment.

OK.

Whoops!

The neck flew away.

His head floated and blood spurted out, and Kevin dug into his opponent's arms.

All attacks coming from all directions were dodged with a short delay.

Falak also had a sword that cuts off his hair, but Kevin shoved the sword into the opponent's chin without blinking an eye, using his small stature.

hooked.

"Cruckle."

asked for a blood bubble.

The opponent's eyes revealed the whites of their eyes, and they collapsed, creating dust on the floor.

only one.

Only Kevin moved.

There were other soldiers behind him, but they watched Kevin's battle with a nonchalant look.

It was a scene that completely solidified the thought circuit.

The escort knights attacked Kevin, but they were helpless as body parts were cut off one by one.

When he swings the sword with his right hand, his right hand is cut off, and when he raises his left hand to block the enemy's attack, his left hand is cut off.

And as he turned to run away with a terrified look on his face, Kevin climbed onto his opponent's back and decapitated him.

Dmitry's demon.

It looked as rumored.

With the blood flowing in a stream, the nobles, including the Marquis Benedict, fled without looking back.

escort knights.

They were, after all, just consumables.

They looked at the nobles with resentful eyes, but the nobles were only getting farther away from their gaze.

By the way.

Kevin did not pursue the nobles.

It only stopped the breathing of the vicious escort knights, but there was no rush at all.

anyway.

The Marquis Benedict was nothing more than a rat in a poison.

* * *

"Hey, heck."

The Marquis Benedict gasped.

abandon the soldiers.

The escort knights were also abandoned.

I didn't think it was cowardly.

They exist for themselves from the beginning, so they didn't feel any guilt while running away.

the problem is.

"Such a dog !"

on a new path.

Another being was holding out.

it was chris

The swordsmen following Roman Dmitry did not participate in the siege.

Knowing that the moment the wall collapsed, the opponent would also collapse, so he received a special order to completely block the path from which the Marquis Benedict could escape.

this war. Not a single person involved in the rebellion could be spared alive.

And I knew that the way they dealt with them would set a precedent for future generations.

"Where are you going like that?"

Chris approached.

The Marquis Benedict turned hastily.

Seeing him flee in the other direction, Chris captured the other nobles, leaving the Marquis Benedict behind.

hooked.

"Aaaaah."

A scream rang out.

Chris killed aristocrats on the spot.

Slowly stabbing his sword to make him scream more deliberately, the Marquis Benedict covered his ears as he ran away.

It felt like my mind was flying.

It was hard to accept that he had been defeated, who boasted of unstoppable power, but excessive fear ran through his head.

wherever you go

There was Roman's servant.

At first, many nobles who followed him died one by one each time they encountered a new wall.

His face was covered with tears and runny nose.

The Marquis Benedict made a vow in his heart as he ran away, and he vowed again.

'Yeah, play with me to your heart's content. If I somehow survive this hell, I will surely take revenge by any means, whether by bringing in the Kronos Empire. At that time, even if you cry out for help, I will tear you apart and kill all those who followed you right in front of your eyes.'

longing for survival.

Revenge was the driving force.

My feet are swollen.

Toenails are broken.

As he walked through the bushes, he had wounds on his body, but he didn't care about such minor pain.

After running away for so long

There was hope in the eyes of the Marquis Benedict.

'It's here.'

under the rocks.

A small gap was visible.

The feces of the animals around them had a terrible smell, but saving lives was the priority for now.

didn't hesitate at all.

He hid himself under a rock, dragged the soil mixed with the feces, and rubbed it all over his body.

He held his breath by holding his body as close to the corner as possible so as not to see the colorful ornaments.

It's okay to say it's stale.

However.

The Marquis Benedict had a burning desire for life more than ever.

* * *

The sun went down.

living

The night has never been this long.

Even though he was shivering from the hunger and cold that attacked his body, he kept his mouth shut when he heard the people around him.

"Suck."

Roman soldiers.

they wandered around

He seemed to check the surroundings like this to find himself, but he did not seem to think about this place where the excrement of animals was seen everywhere.

The Marquis Benedict is a symbol of power.

No matter how much his life was at stake, he could not imagine that he would hide until he had feces on his body.

Tears welled up.

He had gotten used to the bad smell, but his condition was so miserable.

'Roman Dmitry. It's all because of that guy. The throne of Cairo was right in front of me, and that one guy ruined everything. I can never fall I will surely survive and claim the throne of Cairo.'

body trembled.

Consciousness continued to fade, but even by biting the inside of his mouth, he forced himself to hold on.

That was then.

" Marquis Benedict. Now it's all over. Please come out."

It was a familiar voice.

Viscount Owen.

he was clear

The Marquis Benedict almost screamed for a moment, but he hurriedly covered his mouth.

It was clearly intended to use the prisoners to find their position.

If not for that reason, wouldn't it be enough to pull yourself out right away?

"Castle Benedict has been completely captured. All of the aristocratic forces were captured, and none of the leaders escaped. Marquis. we're done Even the Marquis's family has been dragged out like a dog and are now begging for their lives. So please, the Marquis, please convince Roman Dmitry."

It was a desperate voice.

At first, a voice could be heard from afar.

The more he spoke, the closer he began to approach.

"You don't even know the Marquis, don't you? There is no way to escape from here. Roman Dmitry had expected us to run away from the start, and blocked all our escape routes. Did you notice something strange while running away? We are being teased. There was no way to escape in the first place."

The blood was cold.

that word.

He seemed to know his position and speak.

That moment.

Along with the movement of a human being, a voice filled with fear pierced my ears.

"Hey you bastard! You don't think people know you're hiding there? I said I'd spare my life if you showed up on your own, but you're selfish to the very end. Please, go to hell... Whoops."

It was the sound of death.

Marquis Benedict's complexion turned pale.

I found out then

From the beginning, his position was discovered.

Roman Dmitry knew this, but deliberately ignored it, as if he had let him run away.

There was blood on the floor.

Blood from Viscount Owen soaked the clothes of the Marquis Benedict.

And.

come out.

Roman Dmitry's voice.

With his heart sinking, the Marquis Benedict closed his eyes tightly.