CH 208

pitch black night (4)

The emergency bell rang loudly.

Roman Dmitry sat down at the table and looked through Brakan's documents.

"If Écorchet fails to assassinate and perishes in return. How will the assassination industry react?"

It was an incomprehensible question.

Brakan looked into Roman Dmitry's eyes.

Why did he press the emergency bell, why didn't he run away, he couldn't understand from one to ten.

'Roman Dmitry is, as rumored, a belligerent figure. Usually, there is no such thing as an extreme reaction to being assassinated, but he is a madman who has crossed the borders of the Kronos Empire for the sole purpose of revenge. Judging from the previous question, his purpose is to build an eco-shelter. Then there is still a chance to turn things around.'

turned his head

The number of opponents cannot be estimated.

There may have been more enemies than expected outside the office, but in fact, the likelihood of that happening was remarkably low.

The reason was the contents of the report received the day before.

Brakan sent a request to the Information Guild to understand Dmitry's situation, and received a message related to him yesterday.

Roman Dmitry's whereabouts are unknown.

instead.

His followers discovered that Dmitry existed.

Chris, Kevin, Henderson, etc. were all in Dmitry, and there were no reports of any known troops moving separately.

That is to say. Roman Dmitry most likely moved alone.

If we assume that the eccorche is a judgment made to grasp the situation and prevent the escape, then the situation is quite right.

was reckless

It's not a common choice.

However, considering the steps Roman Dmitry has shown so far, it was a sufficiently realistic hypothesis.

said Brakan.

" If Écorchet collapses, the assassination industry will probably be turned upside down. Except for the two major assassination guilds, Black Castle and White Moon, Ecorchet is by far the best assassination guild. That means you're not in a situation where you can afford it that much.

attitude changed.

I intentionally inflated my body.

By scratching the opponent's pride, he created a sense of victory.

"As you said, the emergency bell is a signal to call my men. There are dozens of assassins out there, do you think you can handle them? Roman Dmitry. I will admit that you are strong. But the longer you spend here, the more the assassins will come, as well as the forces of Kronos."

It was a craft to buy time.

Characters with strong sympathy.

With remarks like now, there is a strong tendency to prove rather than run away.

If that was the case, things went as planned.

It was clear that the guild members of Ecorchet, who stormed into the office, were going to subdue Roman Dmitry with the lead.

By the way.

"About thirty men remained in the stronghold of Ecorche. Excluding the troops who went out on a mission, that would be the power you can mobilize right now. Bracan. Please, I hope that is not your power."

Moment.

I got goosebumps.

The fact that he was already aware of Ecorchet's power, Brakan could not hide his shaking eyes.

bump

footsteps from afar.

As if waiting, Roman Dmitry got up from his seat with a blank expression on his face.

* * *

Guild members arrived.

The first scene they saw was Roman Dmitry and Brakan bleeding on the ground.

"Master!"

"Attack!"

No explanation was needed.

The assassins rushed in all at once.

After guiding the defense by spraying daggers from all sides, they attacked Roman Dmitry simultaneously.

It was a well put together.

One for the head, one for the right, one for the left, and one for the leg.

And the assassins who arrived late also threw their daggers, aiming for a gap in which their colleagues rushed.

It was a threatening sight.

As he took a step closer to death, Roman Dmitry swung his sword.

Papapak.

All the daggers bounced off.

At the same time, he grabbed the head of the assassin who was rushing at the same time, dragged him away and nailed his face to the wall.

Kwajik.

A terrifying sound was heard.

Roman Dmitry left behind a corpse that left traces like a brush soaked in red paint, then turned and blew all the incoming attacks.

The moment your opponent makes eye contact. One flash blew the opponent's neck away.

Then, he clasped his body tightly and smashed the opponent's face with one punch.

puck!

The human skull is hard.

It would not be broken in a normal attack, but in the face of Roman Dmitry's might, it had no meaning.

narrow space.

Assassins and Roman Dmitry intertwined.

Some of the assassins used auras, and they were specialists in using tight spaces.

Quiet rumble.

Aura exploded.

Aura-wielding assassins rushed at the front, and some characters moved up the wall, aiming for blind spots on both sides.

The dagger was thrown without a moment to catch his breath.

Usually, it's the right time to allow one or two wounds, but Roman Dmitry's presence did not waver even in the midst of a storm.

A dagger that strikes in three directions.

avoided

Anticipating Roman Dmitry's direction, the assassin who stabbed his sword in his head was blown away before he could achieve his intentions.

The end of the assassins rushing from the side was no different.

Roman Dmitry took one body and used it as a shield for a dagger, while another kicked and smashed his face.

Blood was splattered everywhere.

The blood of the assassins dyed the space red to the extent that the walls were stained red.

one two.

corpses piled up

The assassins, who were confident at first, noticed that at some point, the situation took a turn for the worse.

Something is wrong.

Apart from simply how strong Roman Dmitry was, Roman Dmitry never showed an aura from start to finish.

completely with the power of the body. The fact that they were dealing with so many assassins, they had a gut feeling that things were wrong.

But in the world of assassination, there was no retreat.

Those who live with death buried in their hearts know that one retreat can have irreversible consequences.

finally.

spatula-

Even the last assassin had his head blown away.

A terrified face floated in the sky, and a body that had lost its head fell to its knees helplessly.

only 5 minutes.

It was the time it took for the assassins that Écorchet was proud to fall into the abyss of death.

* * *

Brakan was speechless.

It was shocking.

In the middle of the battle, he tried to attack with his one arm, but he did not dare to come up with the overwhelming force of Roman Dmitry.

The snow was spinning round and round. It was hard to see how Roman Dmitry defeated his opponent, even though he wasn't particularly using an aura.

sure thing is.

Whenever blood was splattered everywhere, the assassins were invariably killed.

bum bum.

Roman Dmitry didn't care about Brakan.

Shaking off the blood on his sword, he moved forward, passed Brakan and approached the safe behind him.

And then.

spatula.

cut it off at once

Not only was the Ecorchet's safe made of steel, but it was also made so that it could never be destroyed by physical force with the strengthening magic of the wizards.

However, it was cut so neatly that it was futile.

The steel fell, revealing what was inside, and Roman Dmitry checked the documents.

'Ecorchet is an assassination group whose main customers are the Kronos Empire. Not only the assassination of me, but also what they are targeting, you can guess the intentions of Kronos.'

palak.

handed over the documents.

After passing the unimportant characters, something that catches the eye came out.

[Level 1 Assassination Calderon Drake]

[First-class Assassination Count Rondon]

two figures.

It was a name Roman Dmitry was familiar with.

Calderon Drake is the eldest son of the Drake family, and his father, Marquis Drake, is a key figure in the Umberto Kingdom.

head of the military.

In a situation where the country was shaken by continuous war, he was a very upright person who insisted that there was no compromise with Kronos until the end.

people said

The moment Marquis Drake falls to his knees on the battlefield, the Umberto Kingdom will be plunged into chaos.

But if.

What would happen if the son of Marquis Drake died?

Even if not, those who speak of compromise with Kronos are on the rise, but as Marquis Drake, it was clear that he was convinced that it was the work of the patriarchs.

It was a really simple way to bring down the Umberto Kingdom.

Although not dealing with the powerful Marquis Drake, the Kronos Empire can destroy the Umberto Kingdom from the inside without much effort.

and Count Rondon.

The rich man of Redford, he was a hero who helped the country in the shadows, contrary to his notoriety as a miser.

A huge debt owed by the king.

Count Rondon moved to solve it.

Knowing that the conflict with the Golden Bank was irreversible once it began, he had to rob the country of fire, even at the expense of his fortune.

The wealth that had already been poured out in such a way was an astronomical amount.

If he falls, Redford, like Umberto, will be thrown into chaos.

The names of the two characters.

That alone showed Kronos' intention.

They did not try to defeat the enemy in direct war, but first induced the opponent's rebellion.

slowly.

Gnawing from the inside.

Even if the Kingdom Union were all united, there would be no way to stop Kronos' attack.

gurgling.

The documents were burned by fire.

OK.

" Is there any way I can survive?"

It was Brakan.

There was no hostile attitude to be found.

admitted defeat.

With such a polite attitude, Roman Dmitry looked down at him.

none.

at the end of that word.

spatula.

Roman Dmitry blew the opponent's head off.

* * *

that time.

Cort ran like a man whose instep was on fire.

After a week of torture, his body was not strong, and every time he stepped on the ground, a terrible pain shook his head.

But I couldn't stop.

Now was not the time to be concerned about the body, knowing that the Écorchet's stronghold would be in danger if it continued like this.

messed it up

ran and ran again.

The cold dawn air brushed the wounds, but Cort's intense longing for the pain gradually faded away.

quickly.

'Roman Dmitry. I will give you revenge.'

living as an assassin.

He may forget grace, but never forget grudge.

saving yourself.

It was a huge mistake.

Cort arrived at a certain estate, not the Kronos Empire.

"No, what the hell is that?!"

It was the Cairo branch of the assassination guild Dante.

A group headed by the assassin Dante, who had a friendly relationship with Ecorchet.

Depending on the situation, they helped each other to the extent of joining forces or giving away a safe house in a dangerous situation.

Dante's eyes widened.

Cort was a monster that even himself could not touch, but his wretchedness was so horrendous.

"I don't have time to explain. First, bring the magic communicator, bring the magic communicator!"

From Dmitry to Kronos.

Time was running out.

Thinking that walking could not solve the situation, Cort decided to use a magic communicator to communicate the situation.

It was the best decision.

I brought a communicator that even provided a video screen, and connected it directly to the Écorchet.

"Can't connect?"

"Hey!"

The situation was not serious.

If the Écorchée does not receive.

The next best thing was the client.

[Looking at the shape, it seems that the mission has failed.]

beyond the screen.

The face of the client, Baron Charlton, came to mind.

Cort said in an urgent voice.

"Roman Dmitry anticipated our plans and dug a trap! All Ecorchet's assassins who attacked Dmitry have been wiped out, and Roman Dmitry has now crossed the borders of the Kronos Empire to attack Ecorchet's stronghold. Baron Charlton. Now is your chance. If you move Kronos' forces and send them to Ecorche's stronghold, we can deal with Roman Dmitry!

shouted desperately.

Baron Charlton's expression didn't change much, even with Cort's words with a blood stick around his neck.

[Is that the end?]

Moment.

Cort's expression hardened.

engulfed in an unknown ominous ominousness.

One possibility flashed in my mind.

" surely.

Kronos Empire.

In the first place, they did not expect the success of the Écorchet.