Chapter 249

My Villains Episode 249

50. Mayhem (3)

There are many empty buildings in the castle town of Modos. It is because the original residents escaped at night, turned into vampires, or became their prey.

Things are at least better now that the head of the vampires, Count Mathianver and his three wives are dead and the ‘Throne’ is destroyed.

This was especially true of the pub street where the Phoenix party settled down and the Sanghoe district where the king’s horsemen set up administrative offices. Due to the concentrated concentration of refugees from the territory, it felt slightly crowded.

The outskirts close to the walls were still sparsely populated.

It was the soldiers and mercenary vigilantes who turned the poor refugees into benevolent weaklings, not their true nature. Therefore, the alleyway where the vile strongmen resided naturally became a place people avoided.

Crimes were not uncommon where they were out of sight of patrols or vigilantes. Some buildings became secret warehouses or hideouts for thieves.

Any building west of Modos was a similar case.

The three-story stone house was a place where a few wizards who had no cards to prove their identity secretly held meetings.

These gatherings were bound to meet a cruel end when they were discovered by the lord after spreading ominous rumors. And the wizards who gathered in this house also met their fate in a similar way and faster. By twelve visitors who came last night.

A stone house with the melancholy tunes of stringed instruments.

A one-eyed bounty hunter, Dirk, was sitting by the window on the third floor. He looked out the window with sharp eyes and let out a smirk.

“You’ve got good guts.”

“Who are you talking about?”

“The sorcerers who occupied this place.”

Looking back at Tobias, a dapper young prosecutor, Dirk pointed out the window.

“I don’t know if you’re stupid or daring to hide in such a well-located house. Isn’t it?”

“That’s true,”

Tobias glanced out the window, his hand resting on his pale green jewel-encrusted fur merle. It was on the 3rd floor of a building built on a slightly sloping hill, so I could see the scenery of Modos at a glance.

“It seems like a useful hideout if the guards are well placed.”

“The jugglers didn’t. Were they stupid?”

“Yes.”

Regardless of whether they have an identity card or not, magicians are quite useful beings. It was even more so for the ‘Black Wolves’, a gang of bounty hunters.

The one-eyed Dirk licked his lips in regret.

“okay. No matter how jugglers, I don’t need those fools.”

According to the method of the black wolves, if you are a wizard, you should have kept it alive and found a place to use it, or you should have received a bounty by offering it to the church.

But this time I couldn’t.

Because he was accompanied by those who despised any magician he did not belong to. Well, the wizards who shared insignificant knowledge in the humid basement became corpses without ever begging for their lives.

“...by the way. Shouldn’t we be chasing after the monster soon?”

The ‘monster’ that Tobias meant was a group of monks from the East. The supreme warrior accompanying the order of Marquis Asen, one of the black wolves’ clients

...

“We have to watch the situation. Take advantage of the opportunity to capture the fire witch and if the opportunity arises, you must also avenge the enemies of your colleagues.”

“Arthur, Arthur.”

Dirk narrowed his brows and waved his hand.

“If you talk about revenge on the subject of human hunting, it will be short-lived.”

“Because I am a bounty hunter, I have to take revenge all the more. Four companions lost in Longville. Four. If we leave them alone, the reputation of the Black Wolves will be eroded.”

“That’s none of your business to worry about, don’t worry about it.”

Dirk glanced around the hall with a determined word.

“...the captain will take care of it.”

At the place where his one eye was directed, a man was sitting and playing a vielle (a stringed instrument resembling a violin).

The copper-skinned handsome man had gray hair that covered the nape of his neck, which was roughly tied back. His disheveled appearance matched with his dark features, giving off a very melancholy atmosphere.

He was dressed in light leather and had a rather unusual dark brown cloak around his shoulders. It was a cloak that looked as if someone unfamiliar would mistake it for deliberately chopping it up.

Other than that, silver necklaces and black rings woven with small chains were also noticeable, but the rest were just items suitable for ordinary mercenaries or wanderers.

Following Dirk, the eyes of other bounty hunters also focused on the handsome man, but he didn’t care and turned on Vielle. It was also around that time that the three wizards appeared on the stairs.

“What the hell is this!”

All three wizards were from the Palace of La Palais. It was a man in his mid-to-late thirties wearing a maroon robe and holding a red wooden cane who was yelling from the front.

“Master Hagni.”

Dirk hardened his face when he saw the young wizard for a master.

Hargni was one of the greatest geniuses of his time and a master of fire magic and earth magic, but he was not a good employer because of his irascible personality.

“That monk! Where are the monks doing one-of-a-kind or something?”

“As you probably already guessed, he left.”

“what!”

Master Hagni twisted his face and banged on the table where Dirk was sitting.

“He’s got this thing done! You were just looking at it!”

“Don’t be too angry. Did you know that he is strong beyond imagination? It might make the Master’s job a lot easier.”

“tomorrow? ha yes! It is my job to catch

the traitor in the palace .”

Hagni, who was sarcastic with a distorted face, continued to speak as if scolding.

“Be thankful that you do not break the contract. And stop thinking of only pampering the hounds and run yourself. Run directly towards the goal.”

“Follow Dirk. It will tell you how to move.”

Speaking softly, Ashur glanced at the silent wizards and returned to his seat. Then he stood at the window again, holding a black feathered hat and a dark-blue bow.

“wait for a sec. And you?”

“Questions later. Follow Dirk.”

Ashur left only those words and sprinted out of the window.

“No.”

Then the wizards fluttered in bewilderment

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In-Young spread his rag-like cloak wide and glided towards the village where the setting sun was set.

‘Red Hands’.

It was the first time it was used in real combat as a rank 2 skill in the Blood Fighting series.

Maybe that’s why the sensation of sharp teeth sprouting all over the palm of my hand felt so unfamiliar and strange.

“Keep up!”

When force was added to the anglerfish, the suckers, sharp and dense like those of piranhas, turned the monk’s neck into a mop. It was an intention to tear the uvula or break the neck bones at once, but it was not so easy to put an end to a body that transcended humans.

As blood spurted out like a fountain and seeped into his red grip, the monk clenched his teeth and swung his arms.

Roaring!

The red-hot heart radiated ferocious heat, and I let go of the hand holding the monk’s neck and quickly stepped back. It would be foolish to prolong the fight with the martial artist, the master of close combat, for a long time.

Of course, he didn’t just walk away.

“Huap!”

He pulled out the bloody blade he had collected and swung Hrunting. The sword strike, which narrowly missed the tension of the heat stroke, rushed toward the monk’s shoulder. I was in the middle of stepping back, but Hrunting was more than 2 meters long, so the distance was enough.

“Eugreuk”

The monk did not lose his composure even in the midst of being poisoned by the poison of the bundle, his shoulders and elbows tattered from blood, and his neck rubbed with rags. He took a step backwards and at the same time threw a punch with energy in his fist.

Quaang!

The blood sword and the diamond fist collided. A powerful anti-resilience came along with the sound of a bomb exploding.

I bounced back about 5 or 6 meters and tried to balance, but my palms tingled. He couldn’t overcome the power and his ghost was torn.

Meanwhile, the monk took three or four steps back and patted his chest and under his chin. Judging from the fact that the blood stopped coming from the wound on his neck, he must have used a divination-like trick.

“... Ha really.”

Seeing him correct his posture while burning his eyes, lament bursts out.

“Isn’t this a little too much?”

It is to the point of feeling fear from the monstrous physical ability and other mental powers that reach the limit.

The moment Ellen and Heila’s offensive continued.

“Archuire ensa-ra!”

Following the sonorous voice tinged with anger, a rush of heat surged from behind. I glanced back and saw dozens of flaming arrows floating in the air and burning.

Ellen, who had fluttering golden hair and scattered magical energy, looked back at Heila right before she uttered the starter word. Then, as if Heila had waited, she extended her dagger forward.

Soooooong!

Six bloody orbs flew at the monk at once.

“Q” The three

priests clenched their fists with a lot of energy and vigilance.

But the bloody orbs slammed into the ground where he stood, not him. And after multiplying its size dozens of times, it stained a radius of about 10 meters with blood.

Then, a puddle of blood soaked the floor.

“...Amituofo.” Feeling ominous, the monk tried to hide himself, but the dark red ripples that started from the outskirts gathered toward the monk toward the center of the pool. Flowing blood suddenly gushed out and tightly bound the monk’s ankles and calves.

“Yes”

“Ignis!”

Before the monk could shake off the ‘bloody swamp’, Ellen shouted the start word. Twelve flaming arrows rushed toward the monk at the same time, as if magical gunners had fired them all at once.

That wasn’t the end.

Heila, whose eyes were stained red by raising her blood, summoned red thorns as well as managing the swamp of blood. Two red thorns protruded from the floor, baring their teeth at the monk.

“Search-!”

I also added strength. He couldn’t rush into the middle of the explosion of mana, so he reached out and caused a bloody storm. The blood that had stained the monk’s upper body burst out all at once.

“Keep it off!”

Kwae Ga Gwang-/

Blood, flame, smoke, dust, mana came together and swirled around. I bristled up my other senses to replace my limited vision, and at the same time widened my distance to prepare for an attack taking advantage of the confusion.

Meanwhile, Ellen and Heila continued their offensive. Ellen, with a blue glow in her eyes, chanted a spell like a rapid-fire cannon and threw a fireball, while Heila, with her black hair, drew a red picture over the puddles of blood.

By the time the fierce offensive slowed down.

Jjoong!

A strong light streamed through the smoke and red steam.

golden glow. The flames and dust retreated at once. I guessed the identity of that light and unconsciously cursed.

“...Such an X-arm.”

Finally, a monk wearing a ‘Geumgwangjingi’ appeared in class.