Chapter 547 – The Flame Horse and the Flame Horse
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In its original meaning, the god in charge of the judge of hell worshiped in the East.
The wriggling shadows on the streets of the Eastern country on a dark night were feared, calling it the image of the demons marching to catch the wicked.
However, very few people think of other things when they hear the word ‘Yeoma’.
The yeomma they think is a mistaken group that pulls the beings that are harmful to the east country from shadow to shadow, just like the legend.
The country of the East was created around the time it began to exist as a country, and its existence was not known to the people until now, several hundred years later.
Those who are aware of its existence are the upper echelons of the government army and the experienced people running around the field.
And, to the extent of the vassals of the Eastern countries and the royal family.
For hundreds of years, nothing is known about how the organization has been maintained, who its personnel are, and where they are recruited.
What is certain is that all of them are experts in murder with brutal skills, and even if they die in a failed mission, they will not leave their bodies behind.
Rumor has it that they are sponsored and operated by one of the families that have been the royal retainers for generations.
However, it was unknown whether this was true or not.
Because, all the courageous people who tried to investigate and dig them out were no longer in this world.
A man who is a member of the Enma. The name used in Yeomma is from right after the Great War with the Empire of Rakshasa until now, for nearly 30 years, belonging to this group and burying many people with their own hands.
I have no doubt that they are all harmful to the Eastern countries, and have faithfully carried out the orders I received.
In both his convictions and skills, he was a perfect assassin who did not allow others to doubt him.
Right now, in order to deal with the young man and girl in front of me, I thought that way even right before the battle.
The order I received this time is to be killed by the dark horse clan, Cleon, who is staying in this country as the king’s guest.
And, it is the recapture of ‘Amelia’, an imprisoned princess who disappeared from the kingdom – a blond-haired girl from the kingdom who will be with him.
Cleon was accused of abducting the imprisoned princess, and the beauty dyer was covering them for circumstances.
That is why, if Amelia is not returned to her kingdom as soon as possible, there is a high possibility that this fact will be discovered by the kingdom one day and the peace between the two countries will be broken.
Besides, the delegation coming to the Five Elements Festival sooner or later would surely include investigators looking for Amelia.
If they voluntarily find Amelia, the beauty dyer will have to take responsibility.
Because there was a pretext that such things must be avoided, Yeomma accepted their orders and observed them for several days.
As a result, I found out that each and every one of Cleon’s party is a monster-like strong person, and even if all of Enma’s personnel are used, there is a high probability that the mission will end in the form of being destroyed.
In particular, what they considered most dangerous was Lyla Flamewatch, the head of the prestigious magic department in the academy.
When high-powered, wide-ranging fire magic was unleashed, the damage had no choice but to grow out of control.
Besides, since it was inside the mansion and the studio, which had multiple layers of barriers, it was hard to see any gaps to penetrate.
That’s why, rather than dealing with the entire party, they decided to aim for the moment when only ‘Cleon’ and ‘Amelia’ remained.
Clearly, Cleon is a powerful magic swordsman, but he would not be able to demonstrate his full potential if the burden of Amelia existed.
Of course, if they had seen the battle between Cleon’s party and Poltuk, they would have known that ‘Amelia’ was never a burden.
At that time, they received another order and unfortunately couldn’t even get close to the brothel, so they didn’t even know that it was the ‘resurrected black giant’ that they fought, and they probably didn’t expect that ‘Cleon and his party were at the center.
No, perhaps, if you saw Cleon fighting the dark giant to protect the East, you would be suspicious of the information from the upper level that he is a wicked kidnapper, a man who disturbs the peace and security of the continent and deceives the people with a false face. He would have had
Even the ‘Superior of the Enma’ had that in mind and matched the timing to prevent them from approaching the brothel.
In any case, they completely misjudged the skills of Cleon and Amelia.
Now, they are fighting a tough fight while experiencing the cost with their whole body.
The two people lying on the ground were members of Yeomma, who had been specially selected by Rakhal, who was in charge of this mission, and who were loyal to the organization and had excellent skills.
Another person still standing with his legs on the ground is Yeomma, a relatively newcomer who was brought in for the reason of ‘taking a field trip’ to ‘show the heartlessness of the organization’.
Of course, he would not have doubted his skills as a single assassin.
Even so, the fact that he stands alone while his predecessors have fallen first does not mean that he is stronger than them—
He’s a relatively good person to be left alone, so it’s a humiliating reason why his priorities he went backwards.
“The numbers are the same.”
As Cleon spoke while scattering the blood attached to the demonic sword to the ground, Raksha felt the cold sweat flowing from his body his for the first time in decades.
The magic swordsmen he knows are newcomers to battle who are intoxicated by the power of a demonic sword and wield it recklessly, and who cannot even learn proper swordsmanship.
In a way, the magic sword was the owner, and the magic swordsmen felt that it was nothing more than a vessel for the demon sword to run amok in the world.
Of course, the Demonic Sword Emperor of Daejeon 30 years ago and the Demonic Sword Knights, a magical swordsman unit under him, were one of the few exceptions.
By the way, what about the man in front of me, Cleon?
While he never gives a chance, he can afford to take on three assassins by himself.
And, although it is said to have been strengthened with magical power, it was an overwhelming swordsmanship that spewed out from explosive muscular strength and agility.
Not only that, but the magical pressure emanating from the black demonic sword in their hands was powerful enough to slow their movements.
The black lightning that erupted from the hand that was not holding the sword faithfully played the role of restraint, limiting the movement of this side even if it hit fatally if it hit.
Of course, from the front, it was absolutely impossible to fight against and win, and every time they clashed their swords, it was transmitted without fail, and Rakatsu’s instinct set off an alarm.
Then, what about the next best option, the operation using Amelia as originally planned?
It was unexpected that his appearance changed as if he had grown old in an instant, but even so, he was a child.
The hammer and shield she held in her hands were made of magic rather than physical substance, and those things basically have less durability than normal physical weapons.
At that level, they must have thought that they could deal with and subdue them with their black iron weapons.
However-
“Haha!”
Amelia’s hammer was swung wide, and the ability to freely handle a weapon that she seemed too heavy to wield with one hand had the characteristic of being an object made of magical power.
That she was a person with a lot of strength in herself, much more than her appearance.
And—it was a blemish in their judgment that her skill was her with the hammer was that of a person who had been trained for at least several years.
If she gets hit by something like that, all the bones in that part might be crushed, so she automatically shrinks her body.
They are pros in combat, so if they followed the simple rule of not being hit when they shouldn’t be hit, Amelia wouldn’t be a threat.
However, thump! And when something like a wave of light bursts from Amelia’s hammer, which was lowered toward the ground.
The ground groans and sounds like a small earthquake.
For those who were good at teasing enemies with light movements and stabbing them from behind, the shaking of the ground led to a disorder in their posture.
If it thinks it’s best not to approach it and spreads the distance, it throws using the shield in its hand like a boomerang, and shows off a trick that always returns with its arms.
They couldn’t help admitting that Amelia was also an unimaginable warrior at her age.
Nachal had to choose.
Admitting that it was a completely wrong decision to deal with them with four people including myself.
Retreating with the fallen soldiers on the ground still alive, though they are pouring blood.
In order to do both of these things, he now needed to protect himself and the rest of his crew.
“Are you trying to run away?”
At that time, Cleon’s cold voice rang out.
Rachal listened to his provocative voice of her, and without saying a word, kept the soles of his feet on the ground and slowly moved sideways to examine his gap in her.
“Tell me who sent you. If so, I will allow you to escape with your men.”
However, Cleon followed him with the edge of his gaze and continued the story without even the slightest gap being seen.
Of course, they didn’t have that option.
Because even they don’t know who is giving orders to their superiors.
Doubts toward superiors were doubts about beliefs, and to have such doubts is unforgivable to them.
Cleon’s proposal couldn’t come true in the first place, and-
Rakshasa lowers his hand to his side and bends the knuckles of his fingers to form something.
It looks similar to the beastman used earlier for the mysterious magic that surprised Cleon and Amelia, but it was different.
And- these are the hand signals that the demons use to communicate with each other.
They had no ‘voice’.
“…”
In order to prevent information leakage, they have undergone surgery to cut their vocal cords and cannot speak, so they communicate with each other using hand signals.
In addition, their bodies are remodeled by the magic stone of flame implanted near their heart, and the moment their heart stops, the magic stone takes effect and burns their bodies to ashes.
They were tools of war that flew into their targets like daggers and burned away if they thought they could not be retrieved.
However, Raksha thought that he should avoid having three daggers rust and disappear at once.
‘I’ll draw the attention of the two of you, so in the meantime, take them and leave.’
He said to his remaining subordinates his.
The subordinate makes a surprised face under the mask, then nods his head, understanding that that is what he has to do.
“I have no intention of answering.”
Cleon thought so and fixed Galatea in his hand her.
Then, all of a sudden, he flinched at the unexpected action of the assassin-Raksal standing in front of him, and his eyebrows twitched.
Until now, the man who had been wearing a hat and a mask took off both of them.
What was there was the burnt skin, the severed nose, and the lips.
His hair was missing, and what could hardly be called a human face was there.
Although he has the name ‘Rachal’, there is no information about his identity he left anywhere.
And—instead of retracting the dagger he was holding in his hand his, he drew a long sword from the sheath he was wearing around his waist, raised it, and aimed it at Cleon.
As he continued to avoid confrontation with himself, and he showed such behavior, Cleon confronted Amelia behind his back her with another assassin-one who was a little behind in his ability her, approaching the two people who were lying down. She knew there was
“I see… Is that so?”
Cleon could sense their intentions there.
For a while, he kept his mouth shut, and then through a conversation using the imprint, he conveyed something to Amelia.
In the next moment, Rachal bent his leg—and it sprang out like a spring toward Cleon.
The long sword tip was aiming at Cleon’s neck her, and the stabbing, which gained explosive acceleration, cut through the air and rushed.
Another assassin jumped out at about the same time.
However, unlike Rakshasa, he was running toward the two people who were lying down with all weapons retracted.
Cleon and Amelia, the two of them faced each other, not taking their eyes off the enemy in front of each other.
The hunter’s imprint, which glowed like a blazing light above Cleon’s eyes, catches the movement of the Rakshasa with a sharp amplified sense of muscle trembling, just like Sasha did before.
Immediately, his arm moved, and just before the sword was thrust into his own throat, he blocked it with Galatea.
Instinctively, I lifted his leg and struck him in the side with a single blow like an ax.
If the breath mixed with the sound of metal came out of his mouth.
Cleon swung Galatea as it was, and cut his upper body her deeply in an oblique line.
At the same time as the blood gushed out, his body was set on fire, and splendid flames burst out using his body his as firewood.
At the same time – Cleon’s back had Amelia back to back, and Amelia’s skills would have prevented the assassin from retrieving her wounded her.
However, Amelia does not interfere with him, just holding her shield and hammer her.
What he received from Cleon was one thing.
[Leave the assassin trying to save his comrades his.]
The story called.
“…!”
The assassin opened his eyes wide to see Amelia, who didn’t stop him, and Raksha’s body engulfed in flames.
Soon, he bent down as if to hide it, and carried the fallen two on his shoulders.
Then, Cleon turns to the back of the Raccoon he killed and speaks to the surviving assassin.
“Looking at that, I can’t get proper information from you guys. So… Go. And tell the organization you belong to.”
Cleon walked out as if protecting Amelia and stood between the assassin and Amelia.
A cold face and a jet-black flame-like gaze in his eyes his make the assassin mistakenly believe that what is in front of him is the real ‘Devil Demon’.
At the same time, the magic sword he holds in his hand and the mana flowing from his body he takes on a black form and appears to him like an illusion.
An illusion as if hundreds of black blades were aiming at the assassin’s body his.
“If you go after me and Amelia again… Then I’ll go there myself and cut you all down.”
Hearing the young man’s low, ghastly voice, the assassin moved his trembling legs somehow and left the spot.
Then, only Cleon and Amelia were left there.
Rakshak, tadak, tadak… Without even giving off the smell that should have been emitted when burning a corpse, he disappeared while destroying even the fact that he existed in this world.
Even, since it was a spark created by a magic stone, any equipment was turned into ‘ash’.
It would be impossible to bury him.
When the wind blew, the only thing left was to mix with it and disperse.
“Cleon.”
Amelia looks up at Cleon, and Cleon nods at him.
Cleon pours some water on the ashes on the ground.
He packed his things with Amelia and left the place.
