The Heavenly Demon Can’t Live a Normal Life - Chapter 214

Chapter 207 A pitch-black night (3)

Assassination.

The act of secretly killing people.

When the Kronos Empire said they would assassinate Roman Dmitri, Kevin briefly thought of Roman Dmitri dying.

The lord he trusted was not a person to be assassinated.

I don’t know how I will die, but if I face such an outcome, I will lose the meaning of my life.

Roman Dmitry.

own sky.

own god.

Just imagining that the person who had pulled him from the bottom of his life would die made him rage.

At first, I was worried about the assassination.

But at some point, I got angry.

If anyone tries to assassinate, he will tear it limb from limb.

I will set a precedent for such cruelty that people will never again dare to attempt the assassination of Roman Dmitri.

And now.

Found Cort.

The moment Cort gritted his teeth and tried to run away, Kevin rushed at him.

Qurrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.

“It’s your guy!”

Ekorche’s sword.

It was the target Lucas had told me about.

Kevin quickly closed the distance with his opponent, and Cort frowned and raised his aura himself.

I didn’t have the confidence to shake off Kevin in a state where my body wasn’t healthy.

Then face-to-face. With his skills as a 4-star Aura swordsman, he was confident that he could destroy Kevin, the protagonist of the rumor, at once.

Anger –

The aura split the space.

Kevin dodged the attack and pressed close enough that he could feel his breath.

squeak.

“Keugh.”

A sword that cuts through legs.

It was fast.

Cort turned his dagger and tried to attack Kevin, but Kevin kept his distance and didn’t back down at all.

From a distance, they seemed to be intertwined with each other.

Obviously, the moment I made even the slightest mistake, my throat would fly off, but Kevin followed up like a dog, as if he had no fear.

Blood spattered.

Kevin left scars on the opponent’s body one by one while avoiding Cort’s continuous attacks with bizarre movements.

Clearly, in terms of skill, Cort had the upper hand.

Kevin’s aura was obviously weaker than Cort’s, but losing an arm prevented him from fully demonstrating his skills.

furthermore.

The opponent was bold enough to be reckless.

Kevin, who followed with red eyes, was like a ghost who covets death.

Hung-

By a hair’s breadth.

The attack missed.

The screams of the demons in Kevin’s head indicated the direction of the attack, and Kevin tilted his head back, keeping his eyes on Cort.

It is an unconventional confrontation.

It’s only been 2 years since I’ve been training swordsmanship through Roman Dmitri, and it’s right to be overwhelmingly defeated against a 4-star aura.

however.

Kevin lived in a world beyond common sense.

As I followed Roman Dmitri’s path, I realized that the power of an aura is not an absolute criterion.

people were the same

Even an aura swordsman would die if his head was blown off, and his experiences so far had convinced him of that idea.

beings that have been encountered in the past.

All of them were stronger than Kevin, but they were stained with pain with eyes that couldn’t accept reality.

It was the same even now.

Kevin took aim at his opponent’s weakness.

If you lost your arm, go in that direction thoroughly.

The attack broke the balance, and even though Cort was clearly stronger, he couldn’t catch the momentum.

Gwangma’s martial arts.

Kevin’s presence was seething.

As soon as Cort abruptly targeted the opponent’s vitals, Kevin jumped into the aura and responded in the same way.

Dig.

intertwined with each other

Cort’s pupils shook greatly.

I was a step late.

Even when the aura hit his face, Kevin boldly chose to target the opponent’s vitals first.

How can you make such an absurd decision?

There was no fear in Kevin’s eyes as he looked at him, but rather a strong conviction that his judgment was correct.

‘… You got the wrong request.’

Not even Roman Dmitry.

However, he is not Chris, who is evaluated as the next most talented player, but Kevin’s skills are beyond imagination.

unless you’re dreaming

I accepted a request that was bound to fail in the first place.

Pak.

hit the head

Seeing Cort fall to the floor, Kevin looked down at him with murderous eyes.

“If my lord hadn’t told me not to kill you, I would have cut off your flesh one by one while you were still conscious. don’t worry about that You won’t feel so grateful to be alive.”

that word.

puck.

It was the last scene Cort remembered.

* * *

How much time has passed.

When Cort came to his senses, only the candles on the table were in the shimmering secret room.

Pain arose.

he hasn’t died yet

Then it was clear that there would be a way to live.

‘Roman Dmitri wants something from me. If it wasn’t for that reason, there wouldn’t be any reason to save me. Let him listen to whatever he wants. Information if you need information, loyalty if you give allegiance. Only if I survive somehow can I repay the same humiliation I went through today.’

world of assassins.

If you see it once, it’s over.

Even as he gritted his teeth at the pain rising from his arms, his eyes showed a passion for revenge.

It was then.

Sigh.

The door is open.

man coming inside.

It was Lucas.

Cort tried to watch what he was doing, but Lucas didn’t make eye contact and put something next to him.

For a moment, Cort’s eyes fluttered.

What was revealed under the leather cover was clearly an instrument of torture.

“Oh no, starting with the conversation… Whoops!”

It started with nails.

One by one.

Lucas pulled out Cort’s fingernails with tongs and didn’t blink an eye as he struggled in pain.

Torture continued.

Let’s take out all the fingernails, the toenails.

Even his toenails were all gone, and in a situation where he was bleeding profusely, Lucas took out another tool and gave the opponent new pain so that he could not adapt.

There was no conversation.

for a whole week.

Cort was tortured.

With his mind gradually crumbling, Cort no longer had the strength to let out a groan.

“… Please please kill me.”

for a week

I gave up hope in life.

I knew that the thought that I might survive was just a futile hope.

OK.

Lucas looked at Cort and said.

“Cort. Ekorche’s sword. We’re not going to kill you. the lord said We need one person to remember and tell people what the end of those who attacked Dmitri was like. Except for you, all the assassins in Ekorche are dead. And the traces of pain I have left on you will be known to people through the existence of you what the cost of touching Dmitri is.”

took a step

He took out a vial of clear liquid from his luggage and poured it into Cort’s mouth.

“drink.”

Gulp.

I couldn’t refuse.

Since he hadn’t had a sip of water in the meantime, Cort drank it all, knowing that it was poison.

“A week ago. The master left for the Kronos Empire. I found out that Ekorche’s stronghold exists not too far from Cairo. From now on, I intend to release you. therefore… .”

smiled wryly

Lucas wasn’t a very nice person.

“If you want to live, run at full speed. Before my lord kills your lord.”

* * *

Master of Ecorche.

Brakan received a call from a client.

[It’s already been a week. Isn’t this enough to have failed the mission?]

“Please wait a little longer. Ecorche’s sword does not know the failure. Rumors of a failed assassination in Dmitri have not yet circulated, and the whereabouts of Roman Dmitri for the past week have been unknown. Now is not the time to conclude the results, so please wait with confidence in Ecorche’s ability.”

[All right. But keep in mind. The cost of failure won’t be so formidable.]

Took.

Communication was lost.

At the opponent’s bluff, Brakan felt dizzy.

‘Are you saying it really failed?’

one week.

In fact, the deadline was exceeded.

As Brakan, he had already accepted the possibility of failure, but he could not reveal the fact to his client.

The opponent is the Kronos Empire.

What would be the price if their Emperor had announced that he would assassinate Roman Dmitri, and he had failed in that mission?

At the great reward offered by the Empire, Ecorche accepted the assassination mission, only to realize what a foolish choice it was.

but.

I couldn’t give up.

Kronos’ request was for the death of Roman Dmitri.

Even though Ekorche’s sword failed, Ekorche still had a significant number of assassins.

‘From now on, we must cancel all current assassination missions and assassinate Roman Dmitri with all our might. Even if you lose most of your guild members in the process. If you kill only Roman Dmitri, it is possible for Ekorche to rebound again with Kronos’ support.’

I felt like I was bleeding.

Ecorche has completed numerous assassination missions, and the assassination industry has recognized Ecorche for such achievements.

The fact that the opponent was a 5-star swordsman didn’t matter.

Of course, it was a dangerous mission for Ecorche as well, but I was sure that it would succeed without fail as I invested an excessive amount of manpower.

Cliff and Cort.

And dozens of assassins.

It was a power that boasted that it could kill even the King of Cairo with its stupid words, but not a single one of them had been contacted.

driven to the edge of a precipice

Brakan rose from his seat and admitted that after a long time it was time for him to step in.

It was then.

Flash.

The light of the lamp went off and then came on.

Brakan’s office.

I was alone late at night.

In the light of the continuously flickering lamp, I moved to fix it myself.

That moment.

Flash.

The lights are on.

at the same time.

Brakan’s heart sank at the mysterious existence revealed in the darkness.

* * *

1 sec.

The opponent’s face was familiar.

At first, I couldn’t recognize the face properly because it was hidden in the darkness, but as if lightning struck in my head, the content of the data I was looking at just came to mind.

A new operation to assassinate Roman Dmitri.

On the very first page of the material, there was Roman Dmitri’s face, and the mysterious being had the same face as him.

2 seconds.

I opened my eyes.

The moment he became convinced that his opponent was Roman Dmitri, Brakan took a back step while spraying the dagger hanging from his waist.

3 seconds.

All attacks blocked.

But it didn’t matter.

I didn’t think I could kill Roman Dmitri with an attack like this in the first place.

That he appeared in the Kronos Empire.

Although the base of Ecorche is not far from the Cairo border, he did not know what that fact meant.

The plan to assassinate Roman Dmitry failed.

All figures like Cort would have died on the spot, and Roman Dmitri did exactly how to find out the home base of Ecorche.

then.

Rather, this was an opportunity.

If you kill Roman Dmitri on the spot, you can complete the picture you wished for.

4 seconds.

He groped under the table with one hand while spraying additional daggers.

There was an emergency bell.

If you inform them of the situation here, dozens of assassins staying outside will all flock to you.

5 seconds.

squeak.

“Quaaaaagh!”

arm flew off

Brakan’s face was stained with pain as he fell to the floor.

Blood poured out profusely.

Roman Dmitri drew his sword before he knew it and cut off his arm with a single blow that he couldn’t react to.

My head was spinning tight. It felt like my thought circuit was completely stopped.

While stepping into the assassination industry, he knew that he would not die gracefully, but he did not know that Roman Dmitri’s assassination mission would have such an outcome.

This is Kronos.

What kind of madman would set foot in the Empire’s territory just because he attempted an assassination?

“… Great.”

let out a groan

Dragging my only remaining arm, I tried to get as far away from Roman Dmitri as possible.

I hope the subordinates heard the sound of this place.

I had false hopes that could not come true.

Glance.

Roman Dmitri confirmed the emergency bell’s location.

“If you press this, your men will flock here.”

I heard the intention.

That time when he looked up at Roman Dmitri with a pale complexion.

Hold on.

Beep beep!

Roman Dmitri looked into Brakan’s eyes and pressed the emergency bell.