Chapter 8: A Dangerous Person (3)
“…….”
“…….”
“…….”
Silence descended.
No one could move.
Even though Carlson, with the dagger embedded in him, was gasping and clutching his neck, no one in the vicinity could even think of moving.
It was because they had encountered a situation far beyond their expectations.
‘What is happening?’
‘Carlson was taken down?’
‘By whom?
By that brat?’
‘No. That can’t be right.’
‘Is this real? Isn't it a dream?’
So denied the event itself, while others couldn't even properly process the information due to the imnse sense of disparity.
Everyone wore blank expressions, struggling desperately to comprehend the current situation.
Only Harang continued his next actions without pause.
Hwoong
Chwaaak-!
Chwaak-!
“Kkeueok!”
“Kuaaaak!”
“……E-Everyone attack!”
Nick, the Vice-captain of the Carlson rcenary Corps, belatedly gave the order.
Two allies had already fallen.
Only then did the rcenaries snap out of it and charge forward, shouting, "Waaaaah!"
For so reason, Nick thought their appearance resembled insects leaping into flas.
Hwoooong-!
Shweeeeek-!
“Die!”
“Die, brat!”
A crude but heavy iron mace flew in, followed by an axe descending towards the crown of his head.
Harang’s eyes didn't waver.
Surveying the entire scene with a wide field of vision as if observing the landscape, he took two steps back and thrust his sword behind his flank, as if performing seppuku.
Pook-
“Kkeu…… Heup!”
One man knelt due to the unexpected attack.
The one who had been trying to attack his back from the side alongside him panicked, his gaze montarily drawn to his comrade.
He didn't miss the opening.
Harang, having already reversed his stance, added rotational force and slashed the man's neck.
Seogeok
Pinggeureureureu-
Teodeok
“Eu, euaaaaaaaaah!”
Seeing his comrade’s head fly towards his feet, the mace-wielding rcenary scread fiercely.
His voice was filled with fury, but fear was simultaneously present.
The attack swung again was extrely ferocious, but that was all.
Harang, having pinpointed the location by sound, shot forward rapidly without even looking back.
And swung his sword like lightning.
Hwooooong-!
“Kkeueo!”
“Keok!”
“Kkeuaaaaaak!”
“Crazy!”
“You fucking son of a bitchhhh!”
Right after the mace cut through the air, three rcenaries lay sprawled on the ground.
It was terrifyingly fast swordsmanship.
The surrounding rcenaries retreated at the movent so fast that none had even heard a sound, but the two rcenaries wielding an axe and a mace were different.
They grew angry seeing the young man continuously ignore them, and a little confidence also blossod.
‘He’s avoiding us!’
‘He thinks we’re troubleso!
Because we’re top-tier among Bronze Plates!’
It wasn't a rational reason at all, but the excited pair wanted to believe it anyway.
It was because they couldn't possibly charge at that monster-like fellow without deceiving themselves.
Shouting vigorously once more, the two charged simultaneously, sweeping at his legs and upper body at the sa timing.
At that mont, an astonishing thing happened.
Taak-
Shweeeeeek-!
“……What the.”
“This…… is impossible……!”
Harang jumped briefly, twisted his body horizontally parallel to the ground, and swung his sword simultaneously.
An acrobatic movent where even a slight mistake could result in a fatal wound!
But his face, performing this feat, was utterly serene, and the result was also successful.
Unable to block the attack, the upper and lower bodies of the axe and mace wielders were severed.
Chwaaaaak-!
Hudududuk……
Blood and entrails poured out, but they didn't stain Harang’s clothes.
Because he landed lightly like a cat and quickly retreated backward.
And all of this happened in barely 10 seconds.
Thus, silence fell once again.
‘……He’s a crazy monster.’
‘What do we do?’
Vice-captain Nick and the third-in-command Zepin simultaneously hardened their expressions.
He was not an easy opponent.
No, even that expression felt like severely underestimating the opponent.
Even if it was a surprise attack, he had instantly incapacitated Carlson, and in the subsequent battle, he had sliced down seven Bronze Plate rcenaries in an instant.
Although he didn't show an Aura Sword, judging by rcenary standards, it was safe to consider him possessing skills at the highest level of Silver Plate.
‘Still, it’s not like there’s no chance of winning…….’
Nick tightened his grip on his sword.
Woowoong, an incomplete Aura Sword blood, and the strands flickering like a heat haze thickened.
It was thanks to focusing his energy.
It took a long ti and was unstable for use in actual combat, but in a situation like this where many surrounded one, it was a viable move.
‘With this Strong Sword technique learned by paying a hefty sum to a prestigious swordsmanship hall……!’
There had been tis before when Zepin and Carlson drew attention while he gathered power, allowing them to defeat formidable opponents they couldn't have otherwise challenged.
Although the captain was becoming a cold corpse…….
“Zepin! I’m counting on you!”
“Got it. Damn it…… Hey! Everyone, don’t chicken out, form ranks! That guy is human too! We can win if we overwhelm him all at once! Guys with shields, step forward!”
Kwang!
Kwang!
Zepin said, striking his shield and sword together.
Then the rcenaries, who had been in a state of panic, regained so composure and began to form a circle.
As ordered, those ard with shields stepped forward, and spearn, whose weapons had longer reach than swords or blades, supported them from behind, making it look less vulnerable than before.
‘Good. Even if we can’t win, this is enough to buy ti.’
Nick gently closed his eyes.
He trusted his subordinates and Zepin.
If they could just buy ti for at least 1 minute, no, even just 30 seconds, he could complete the technique.
If he could unleash a blow as powerful as a typhoon from afar, he could surely crush even a monster like that fellow into pulp.
Surely, he thought so.
It was then.
Seuk
Harang lowered his stance.
Bending his legs as much as possible, even his upper body stooped as if touching the ground.
It resembled an animal crouching in the bushes, yet there was none of the prickly feeling of wildness or aggression.
Rather, like looking at a still life object placed statically, no presence was felt at all.
It felt disparate, extrely alien.
While everyone's minds were half-gone due to that strange sensation.
Pat
“……!”
“……!”
“……!”
The target vanished from sight.
It was astonishing.
Even though they were staring intently without even blinking, he disappeared from the encirclent as if he had never existed in the first place.
The rcenaries hurriedly darted their eyes around.
Looking up at the sky, there was nothing; looking down at the ground, not even a trace could be seen.
The question didn't last long.
A short distance away from them.
A chilling sound coming from where Vice-captain Nick was located drew everyone's attention as if grabbing the backs of their necks.
Seogeok-!
Tuk
Degureureureu……
For the third ti, silence fell.
Neither the first nor the second instance lacked shock.
But the third silence that now settled pressed down on the hearts of the Carlson rcenary Corps with a pressure of a different dinsion.
Cannot win.
No, cannot even comprehend.
Fear and dread stemming from incomprehension tightened around the hearts of the Carlson rcenary Corps.
Black clothes.
Black hair.
One of the rcenaries, staring at the jet-black death god like a nightmare, started screaming and running sowhere.
“Eu, eu…… Euaaaaaaaak!”
“……God damn it!”
“Fuck!”
Others did the sa.
Everything is difficult the first ti; the second ti onwards is easy.
Fleeing was like that too.
Carlson, who had managed the corps strictly like an army, was dead, and even the second-in-command, Nick, had departed this life without even leaving a scream.
It was a situation with absolutely no reason to hesitate.
More than fifteen people joined the fleeing procession that started in an instant.
As if having no will to resist, they were throwing away weapons and equipnt entirely to run even slightly faster.
Thanks to this, their speed was incredibly fast.
However, Harang had no intention of letting them go quietly.
Because he had to fulfill the contract.
‘These guys will be a danger to the rchant guild later on too.’
Harang nodded his head.
And watched the rapidly distancing figures.
A considerable distance had already opened up, but it didn't matter.
Approaching Fernando's corpse, he took out nine daggers and began throwing them with the speed of light beams.
Shweeeeek-
Puk!
“Kkeuaak!”
Shweeeeeek-
Puuk-!
“Keoeoeok!”
Throw, hit.
Throw, hit.
In an instant, the nine daggers ran out, but it was fine.
Because there were plenty of things to throw.
Scanning the surroundings, Harang picked up stones.
Shweeeeek-
Peok!
“Kkeueok!”
Shweeeeeek-!
Ppeoeok-!
“Kkuaaaaaaak!”
Ordinary stones, rely playthings in a child's hand, beca terrifying hidden weapons when held by Harang.
Flying at speeds comparable to crossbow bolts, the stones crushed the rcenaries' heads, sotis their legs.
Unfortunately, Zepin belonged to the forr category.
Peogeok-!
Kudangtangtangtang-!
Brain matter splattered from his corpse as it tumbled several tis due to inertia, his skull shattered.
And that sight was clearly witnessed by everyone poisoned by the paralysis toxin.
“…….”
“…….”
“…….”
Yet again, silence returned.
Through the dread that so might find sickeningly familiar, the faint groans of the survivors flowed.
Harang paid no mind.
The newbie guard, having finished his task, surveyed the surroundings with his usual calm face, then nodded and approached the rchant Guild Leader.
“I think I’ve fulfilled my role for the most part…… What should I do now?”
“…….”
“Excuse , Mr. rchant Guild Leader?”
“Ah, ah! Right, sorry. I was lost in other thoughts for a mont, hmm…….”
“Other thoughts?”
Harang wore a puzzled expression.
From what he had observed, this person called the rchant Guild Leader had a remarkably quick mind.
He was soone he had thought quite favorably of, impressed by how he maintained a certain level of courtesy while dealing with others without revealing any openings.
But why was such a person looking so dazed?
“Perhaps, were you poisoned?”
“Ah, no…… No, I wasn’t.”
“Right? From my perspective, rchant Guild Leader doesn't seem poisoned either. Ah, co to think of it, the antidote must be important. It doesn't seem like a life-threatening poison, but it must be uncomfortable to remain stiff like that.”
“…….”
“Uh…… am I wrong?”
“Uh, uh? Ah! Right! Right. You’re right.”
“……Then, I’ll look for the antidote?”
Harang asked, and the rchant Guild Leader nodded, still with a vacant expression.
Harang, watching him for a mont, scratched his head and ca to his own conclusion.
‘Well, he almost died and then survived.
This must be the normal reaction.’
In the village where he lived, death and near-death crises were nothing but daily occurrences.
But, apparently, such things didn't happen often outside in the world.
It was fortunate.
If this place too had been such a dreadful place, he would have only cried tears.
Letting out a sigh of relief, he approached a rcenary far away, who had collapsed after being hit in the leg by a stone while fleeing.
“Hello?”
“Eu, euu……”
“Sorry to bother you while you’re hurt, but I need the antidote. If you have any, could you give it to ?”
“You, you bastard…… F-Fuck off!”
“Hmm…….”
“M-Maybe, maybe you don't know! If you promise to let , let live, I can tell you where the antidote is……”
Puk
“Krreuk……?”
He didn't listen to the answer.
Harang, having stabbed the rcenary’s neck with his sword, muttered as he approached the next rcenary.
“Looks like it exists sowhere. Well, there are still six more people alive, so……”
“……!”
“……!”
“……!”
The surroundings froze.
All the rcenaries groaning with broken legs heard Harang's words and turned to look at him, unable to even breathe properly.
They weren't the only ones.
‘What on earth…….’
‘That person…….’
rchant Guild Leader Barjean and Bianca, the guild employees, and the rcenaries other than the Carlson rcenary Corps, all watching this situation from afar…… were looking at Harang as if facing sothing more terrifying than death itself.
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