Chapter 320 – Gangs of Rome (9)
For a moment, I wondered who to call.
‘Jesus Gay was me.’
It’s not comfortable to use a pseudonym. While smiling wryly, I fired Kaiser Phoenix at the warlock.
〈Eh Ee Eles ─ !!〉
The robed man twitched his fingers. ─Chuck! The phoenix, which flew proudly, was split in half in the air and died.
As I got closer, Primor fired three arrows at a time and whispered.
I said that and turned Odin’s eyes on and off for about 3 seconds.
The situation was as expected from one to ten.
Absolutely not a good situation.
The boss’s skills seemed to be at least a platinum class, and Primor’s escorts lost their strength while defeating the executives of other families.
But, it’s not bad either. I raised my mana.
“Of course.”
The reticent man nodded his head. I patted Ralilura on the shoulder and ran to Matei Rossi. The boss of the Corbona family guarded me with a thoroughly trained fighting stance.
Mattei Rossi’s face hardened.
─Pain!!
The familiar punch came flying through the air. It was a fist with the same technique used by Temurgul the other day.
I erased the expression under the mask and transformed it by spreading the flame widely.
Blood Demonic Art
Crossfire Hurricane
Waves of flame that wrapped around the 10th floor rose up in front of me, causing dragon belching.
Matei Rossi shook off the flames and moved as if he was about to smash my mask, but the flames of the Blood Demon Gong were tangible mana like mana coating. It doesn’t tear easily.
As if he couldn’t feel pain, he blocked the flying fist with a wall of flame.
Made a sign Like a flower bud closing, his whole body was shielded by my mana.
─Stand up!
It wasn’t even that the output of the blood magic attack was increased, but Matei Rossi’s body stopped with that.
I burned his mana-deprived body like a piece of paper. The corpse curled up like a baby as its muscles contracted in the heat of the flames.
〈Ha, in one room?〉
〈… I will turn We should have made a bucket.〉
The escorts, who had been controlling their breathing for a while, opened their mouths as if they were dumbfounded when the end came in 5 seconds. I stumbled for a moment out of fatigue.
“No, I didn’t win because I was strong. It was a corpse controlled by magic.>
〈… A corpse?〉
‘A corpse controlled by a chain of magic. Because of that characteristic, if it is blocked in all directions by someone else’s mana, its control will be cut off. … Isn’t it? Warlock.〉
When I said that, the warlock, who had been fighting violently with Henry, calmly opened his mouth.
─Aww!
As the man clenched his fists, Henry sat down coughing blood.
How their comrades were easily dealt with, and how they understood my meaning, escalated the tension between Howie and Primor beyond the limit. The female thief gnashed her teeth.
〈… You killed the boss, made it undead, and controlled it? Not just our young master?〉
The fluttering warlock moved his arm like a flash and caught the flying arrow.
It was an arrow shot by Primor, and it was Mattei Rossi’s martial art that blocked the arrow.
Primor said with his eyes wide open as if to burst into tears of blood.
〈–I will definitely kill you here. I will dedicate that head to my grave.”
Hans drew a cross from his sword. The spouted mana flew across the floor, but the black magician drew dark and negative mana and countered it with a poison-like skill.
Even the skill proficiency of the black magician was higher.
He blocked the attack that went beyond counteracting it, and his arm was cut with the messed up shield. There was no amputation, but his blood poured out.
“Ah, ugh… !!〉
Hans wrote her evil while supporting her.
The warlock took off his robe to reveal his masked face. Tools to cover their bodies were commonplace for those whose bodies grew thick with darkness and negative mana.
─Chuck!
The escorts moved into positions guarding Primor. Primor said while blowing mana into each bow.
〈Jesus Gay. This is our fight, this is our revenge. I will definitely make you pay the price by surviving, so please watch over me.〉
The female thief laughed and punched me in the chest. I don’t think there’s anything suspicious about this situation.
〈–Kill!!〉
The four escorts dashed while forming formation.
The warlock spread his arms, creating a strange stream of mana in both of his hands. It seemed to be magic that made weapons with mana like my blood mage.
The four people who risked her death and ran to get the price for her master’s life, and the woman who even cut off her left ring finger to appease her husband’s soul who had despised her body aimed at her with a bow.
It was the moment when the distinction between good and evil became blurred, and the intent to kill clashed.
And in that fleeting moment——we moved.
Whiik-!
Ralilura pulled Primor’s arm as she aimed her bow. The white-haired young lady was taken by surprise and helplessly, and I twisted my body and hit the burning Ramgak.
None other than Henry’s head.
Blood Demonic Art
Diable Jambe
─Stupid!!
As the helmet shattered, Henry spun like a boomerang.
The paladin’s body flew away like a jointed doll that had been bent incorrectly, and the escorts, who had only been watching the front, looked back at us in amazement. Primor’s lips trembled as the blood ran across his face.
Hans was the first to swing his sword at me with a distorted expression like a demon.
I caught it with the flame of the blood mage. His arm was so worn out that it was easy to block.
Hans, whose attack was blocked, was about to land his kick, but when I pointed my finger at him without even looking at him, he suppressed his hostility as if he had doubts.
No, maybe it was not me who turned around, but the startled voice of a female knight named Rias.
Anyway, he looked back and saw.
The corpse of a warlock who fell as if a thread had been cut.
〈… What, what?〉
〈… Whoa. I deliberately tricked them in order to properly feed this one shot, but it was all in vain.”
I said tapping the floor with the toe of my shoe.
After punching a big hole in the wall, Henry stood up in the cold wind blowing from outside.
The skin peeled off like a bast cotton ball. The corpse was disguised as living skin with transformation magic.
The cold, expressionless handsome face contorted grimly beneath Henry’s ripped face.
〈… Since when did you notice?〉
Looking at the paladin’s corpse skin shaking like a mirage, I set aside Hans’ sword.
It’s gourd
The first time he saw him was when he saw through the eyes of Odin the doll clothes made of corpses.
How could I not recognize him when he was sitting proudly wearing corpse skin wrapped in two or three layers of magic?
The reason I was dumb for a while in front of Primor wasn’t just because she was a face I knew.
What I told Lalilura before entering this building wasn’t just about the raid plan.
Henry, a paladin who served the Armials family, was killed after coming to Lucregens, and was replaced with a warlock wearing the skin.
It’s probably because——only Henry saw through the undead control technique and recognized that Primor’s husband was a fake.
I said, suppressing the pain by tightening my tingling feet.
‘I’m sorry. That brilliant plan, now it’s all over.〉
