CH 261

night of slaughter (4)

People cannot deviate from common sense until they experience it firsthand.

Roman Dmitry defeated Barbossa and listened to how terrifying it was, but even as a seasoned commander who experienced mountain warfare, he could not make a judgment beyond common sense.

So it was common sense. No matter how much I roll my head and think over and over.

It was impossible to approach the idea that ten thousand troops were being attacked by only one swordsman.

By the way.

Bento is dead.

Watching him fall out with one blow, Count Pablo finally got out of the 'frame of common sense'.

' This guy really is going to slaughter us all.'

I got goosebumps.

Thinking that the fire might be used to block the escape route, as Bento thought, the calmness that filled his face disappeared at once.

Cronus' soldiers were still in sight.

He deliberately refrained from intervening in the chaotic situation, but from now on, the story was different.

"Yale!"

Yes.

"Attack Roman Dmitry using attack magic right now!"

" In that case, damage to our allies cannot be avoided."

"What does that have to do with?! Does it look like things are going in your favor right now? If it stays like this, even if you defeat Roman Dmitry, you will lose a significant number of troops! If they're going to die at the hands of the enemy anyway, it's better for all of us to lay down our lives for the Empire.

Okay.

In the anger of Count Pablo, Yale took a step back.

That was right.

It may be a cruel reality for the soldiers, but even Bento was worried about damage to his allies in the yard, so he had to use the most powerful weapon, magic.

At Yale's signal, the Blue Island wizards came to the fore.

Magical power arose from them, and magic appeared simultaneously.

"Aqua cannon."

"Aqua ball."

"Aqua Ball."

Quang!

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

The scope of the magic was not specified.

A powerful explosion of water swept through the chaotic situation, and the soldiers who were frantically attacking Roman Dmitry could not avoid death from the sudden attack.

The pressure of the water broke his head and broke his back.

The water filled with airways burst from the inside in an instant, suffocating people's breath.

It was a brutal sight.

Just as he was convinced that Roman Dmitry could not be spared, Yale witnessed an unbelievable sight.

sure.

in front of you.

Roman Dmitry appeared.

In a fleeting moment, he instinctively made a risk-avoiding judgment.

"Memorize, hold."

tied the opponent

While using the exclusive possessions of wizards who deal with warriors, he tried to avoid danger in front of him with a blink.

A series of situations were naturally drawn from the judgment in my head.

However, when the mana was actually raised, the magic did not appear unlike the intended one in the red blood splashing above his gaze.

' ?!'

There was a burning pain in my chest.

The effect of the hold did not last for even one second, and the magician who reached circle 5 was defeated without doing anything.

Wizards of Blue Island.

They were furious and cast their magic.

However, the exploding magic only exploded in the air, and Roman Dmitry's figure disappeared like a mirage in front of his eyes.

And then.

"Great."

"Hey, what is this Whoops!"

killed it instantly

Roman Dmitry was moving quickly through space, and when he came to his senses, he was cutting off the bodies of wizards.

I couldn't even react to seeing it.

When he showed his magic to attack Roman Dmitry, he saw that he had already escaped from the realm of magic and was attacking another wizard.

I was astonished.

Is this human powerlessness?

The magic was destroyed at once, and the meaning of the wizards' existence disappeared.

"Protect the wizards!"

"Attack!"

The soldiers rushed in.

They wanted to somehow solve the situation, but what awaited them was a desperate reality.

'Lightning (落雷).'

A destructive energy raged from Roman Dmitry's sword.

Among the martial arts of magic, the most powerful power against many.

flash.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

Roman Dmitry, floating in the sky, fell to the ground, causing a huge explosion like a single ray of lightning.

The bodies of those who were swept away by the shock were torn to shreds.

Those who were not included in the range could not afford the normal human beings to the point of fainting on the spot simply by the pressure of Qi.

Quiet rumble.

There was a cloud of dust.

Seeing Roman Dmitry walking out of it, the Imperial soldiers could no longer run towards him.

scared

As if suppressed by instinct.

They had lost their will to fight, even though they had thousands of troops left.

* * *

The most important thing in war is will.

The moment you lose your will.

No matter how many troops they had, they were just scarecrows.

bum bum.

Roman Dmitry walked away.

Blood dripped from the sword, and the soldiers of the Empire retreated with a frightened look on their faces.

Some were pushed forward by the crowd and crawled on their buttocks while crawling on the floor.

at the end of the gaze.

There was Count Pablo.

He screamed in embarrassment as Roman Dmitry approached him.

"What are you all doing? Attack Roman Dmitry! I mean, attack that vicious demon quickly!"

" ."

No one reacted.

The soldiers of the Empire only looked at each other's eyes, and no one thought of having the courage to attack in the first place.

Bento and the 7th Knights. Wizards of Blue Island.

Even the strong men who could not dare to touch the ordinary soldiers were mere ephemera against Roman Dmitry.

As they watched as they were overwhelmingly swept away, the soldiers' minds were stained with fear towards Roman Dmitry.

one foot.

two feet.

came closer

Count Pablo stepped back and continued to shout.

"You crazy bastards! Disobeying orders is a feeling of summary execution. Even if you survive here, do you think the laws of the Empire will save you?! Pick up your sword! Attack Roman Dmitry! If anyone sets an example first, this Count Pablo will remember his face!"

Carrots and sticks out.

Although they shouted in a voice that grew more and more desperate, there was no one who obeyed Count Pablo's orders.

finally.

dump.

sat down on the floor.

Count Pablo looked up at Roman Dmitry with a terrified look on his face.

"Roman Dmitry. Why the hell are you doing this? If you go through it in moderation, the Kronos Empire won't go to the extreme of war against Dmitry. But attacking Rascal. If you kill me too, then there's really no going back. It's a war that Dmitry must lose anyway, so why dig my grave!

The threats didn't work.

Count Pablo's expression changed to vicious at the conviction that his opponent was killing him.

"Yeah, you bastard! Kill it, kill it! But be careful! Do you think only you guys can handle an all-out war against Kronos? Rascal's army is only a small fraction. Hundreds of thousands of troops are gathering here to destroy Dmitry, and they will wipe out Dmitry at once, no matter how hard you try. That is the price you paid for this atrocity!"

shouted against evil.

that look.

In Roman Dmitry's memory, one memory came to mind.

* * *

the death of the ghost.

Baek Joong-hyuk performed a ritual.

After spending enough time for the one who left first, Baek Jung-hyeok suddenly headed for Henan Province.

There was Songsan (嵩山).

It was the place where Shaolin Temple, the head of the old file room, was located, and the sudden appearance of the Chunma made the soldiers of Shaolin riot.

It was an emergency.

Now that Magyo revealed their ambitions to conquer Moorim, they wanted to subdue Baek Jung-hyeok by mobilizing the Baek Eight Nahans and the soldiers of Songsan to attack the enemy.

that day.

A fierce battle ensued.

No matter how strong Baek Joong-hyeok was, it was reckless to fight alone in Shaolin's stronghold.

Many people died.

When Songsan, considered sacred by the faction Moorim, was stained with blood, Baek Joong-hyeok was the only one standing on the pile of corpses piled up like a mountain.

Contrary to the surroundings, Baek Joong-hyuk's appearance was calm.

His clothes were tattered and stained with blood, but even in this fierce battle, there were no special wounds on his body.

It was overwhelming.

The monk, who was once called the hope of Shaolin, looked up at Baek Joong-hyuk with a sad face and said:

" Why? Why did you attack this place alone?"

vomited blood

I couldn't understand.

Even if Baek Jung-hyuk possessed such overwhelming force, it was beyond common sense to attack Shaolin alone.

Mu-seung looked up at Baek Joon-hyuk.

Sorim would end like this, but I still wanted to find out what kind of intention Baek Joong-hyuk had in doing this.

then.

Baek Jung-hyuk said:

"my man

This is dead."

Any special reason?

there was no

They just do what they want, and they need power to live that way.

"Now you know. Even at the peak of the old file room, what happens if you touch my person."

A crack appeared on the monk's face.

I found out then

war with magic.

In the first place, the faction Moorim had no chance of winning.

* * *

It was the same as back then.

A look of despair.

But the reaction to not accepting reality.

Roman Dmitry squatted down, making eye contact with Count Pablo.

"You know why I decided to go to war with Kronos."

q

"Huh?!"

I grabbed the hood.

Count Pablo struggled, unable to shake off Roman Dmitry's touch at the wretched hand.

"I didn't like it. As if Kronos was the ruler of the continent, the gaze looking down from above touched my heart. Count Pablo. It doesn't matter how you've lived up to now. Even if the history of Kronos does not allow for a single defeat, what is important to me is that you entered the land of Dmitry and touched my people."

Count Pablo opened his eyes.

red-hot eyes.

wanted a say.

When Roman Dmitry released his hand, he coughed a few times in pain and looked at Roman Dmitry.

" Really, is that the end? Did the Kronos Empire start this ridiculous war because it touched the heart? Roman Dmitry! That's funny! People praise you as a genius and admire you, but the reality is that you are nothing but a fussy kid! Government policy is not an emotional response. Why can't you think of the fact that Dmitry's people are going to die by one of your judgments?

It was the last kick.

Roman Dmitry did not answer.

He searched for Count Pablo's arms, and, with his hostile gaze behind him, pulled out a magic communicator from his bosom.

And then.

Kwajik.

broke it

Seeing Count Pablo's bewildered look, Roman Dmitry stood up.

"For me, that is enough."

That was then.

Hwareuk.

rumbling rumble.

Ahh!

"Sa, save me!"

A fire broke out.

The soldiers of the Empire, who were watching the situation, were caught in flames, and they let out a terrible scream.

In an instant, it turned into a hell of Abigail.

The beings who had lost their fighting spirit and stood by the situation did not need to spend enough effort to deal with each one with their swords.

So, with the exception of the seat where Count Pablo was sitting, all the space around him was engulfed in flames.

I was out of breath.

To Count Pablo, Roman Dmitry, standing behind the roaring fire, looked like a demon.

yet.

Even Roman Dmitry was engulfed in flames.

A voice was heard over the flames in a situation where all sides were on fire.

"Give you a chance. Whether you survive the fire, or report to the Empire what happened in Rascal and die. It is your choice."

to end it.

No longer could Roman Dmitry's voice be heard.