Chapter 96
Kwaaaang!
I believed the surprise attack would inflict so damage on the opponent.
‘There’s no damage at all.’
He easily nullified my attack by crossing his gray aura.
Assassins weren't originally beings trained for 1-on-1 frontal confrontations.
He was a peculiar one.
Swish. Klaang!
The swords of the two clashing figures crossed several tis.
Akshay, deflecting the alternating high and low attacks aid consecutively at his neck and legs, simultaneously parried my sword flying towards his lower body and thrust his own sword forward.
‘Hup…!’
A groan escaped my lips at the fluid defense that didn't stop there but continued into a sharp counterattack.
The main specialties of assassins were stealth. Ambush.
But the master of the gray aura standing before
now parried my sword head-on and even counterattacked.
An assassin capable of a frontal confrontation.
The next mont, the assassin’s sword flew swiftly towards my neck.
Barely succeeding in evading, I leaped back a step to create distance.
Simultaneously, all sorts of hidden weapons flew in from all directions.
With accumulated damage, I was certain the situation would beco increasingly unfavorable as ti went on.
‘I just need to take him down.’
If the leader had rely assisted slightly and employed attrition warfare by expending his subordinates, I probably wouldn't have survived.
But now that their leader had revealed himself upfront, if I could just take him down here, there would be no more attacks.
They too were ultimately beings who moved according to orders.
If the leader died, the remaining ones had no need to cling to a mission that had already failed at that point.
‘Destroy him thoroughly.’
At that mont, my sword swiftly advanced towards the opponent in a straight line.
[Karl yer Style 2nd Form. One Point]
***
Akshay too had heard the story of the Knight of the Lighthouse many tis.
‘Even so, this is too much.’
How long had his na reigned as a synonym for terror?
Akshay wasn't famous solely as an assassin.
His personal martial prowess, said to rival the continent's Top 10, had made him a great assassin.
Yet the young knight standing before him was displaying a level equal to or higher than his own.
“…!”
At the attack, completely different from before, Akshay felt the emotion of fear for the first ti in a long while.
Was aura the power of conviction?
The brightly shining golden aura disoriented his vision.
Akshay realized that if he couldn't block this attack, it would be the end.
“…!”
The ten sword strikes he had trained his entire life unfolded.
They swept across Karl’s entire body.
Various parts of Karl’s body were cut, and blood burst out in all directions.
So wounds seed severe, as Karl felt his left arm losing strength.
Both Akshay and Karl knew too well that whoever retreated here would die.
Slice, Swish, Slice.
Blood spurted once again from various parts of Karl's body as he barely avoided or blocked vital points.
But the final series of strikes, delivered with all his might, ultimately failed to stop Karl.
Plunge!
Karl’s sword plunged into the center of Akshay’s torso.
“Keleuk….”
Due to the sword piercing his lungs, only the sound of wind escaping ca from Akshay’s mouth.
‘It was the wrong choice.’
Soon, the body of Akshay, the leader of the assassination group called Taklama's Sandstorm, crumbled forward.
Thud.
The surroundings, already quiet, beca even more silent.
And the assassins’ movents stopped as if by magic.
Perhaps the next successor might order another attack on Karl, but I instinctively felt that mont wasn't now.
Thump. Thump.
In that mont where everyone seed frozen in silence, I broke the stillness and advanced forward.
The surroundings were littered with the corpses and blood of assassins.
Beside them, about 100 assassins still stood, but none among them obstructed .
Just like that, only I silently walked forward.
***
“Saintess! Where have you gone again!?”
Inside the large main building of the Order, a man in neat priest robes was searching for the Saintess with an anxious voice!
“Saintess! It is ti to preside over the prayers!”
He seed to have searched for the Saintess more than once or twice, rummaging through room after room like the wind.
“Saintess…? What are you doing right now?”
The priest's eyes widened and his jaw dropped.
Because the Saintess was wearing full armor and carrying a mace and shield.
“There is a place I must go.”
“…No, where could the Saintess possibly need to go that requires armant…?”
“Haven’t you heard the news? They say the Saint is in danger, don’t they?”
“…Isn’t that why the Knights Templar have been dispatched?”
“…My heart is not at ease.”
“Even so, the Saintess cannot go personally!”
“Brother Marco, I must go. Shall I turn a blind eye when my benefactor is in danger? That goes against the teachings of Essus.”
Isabel was one of the Inquisitors who could walk through the middle of a battlefield alone, relying on just a mace, without issue.
There was no way the priest could stop her.
But he couldn't just let her go either.
Just as Marco was about to grab her trouser leg, soone else entered.
“Saintess Isabel.”
“Sir Thomas.”
“It seems you can remove your armor. That friend Karl yer…”
“Speak!”
Isabel’s eyes shone so fiercely that even Thomas flinched.
“Ah, that friend Karl single-handedly defeated Taklama's Sandstorm.”
“…?”
Everyone present showed bewildered expressions.
They too knew well enough what kind of place Taklama's Sandstorm was.
To think he destroyed such a place single-handedly.
“They say the head of Akshay, leader of Taklama, fell by Karl’s hand. Truly… I always thought he was an amazing friend, but, Hahahaha.”
While he was laughing, even the Pope entered from behind, bursting into hearty laughter.
“Hahahahahaha, see, that bastard is extraordinary! Isn’t that why I appointed him as a Saint!”
“…”
Isabel quietly went to a corner and took off her armor.
“He must have joined up with our knights by now!”
While listening to the voice that seed likely to burst eardrums.
***
In the headquarters of the Alcantara Knights in Humming City, Owen, a man with slightly furrowed brows, looked at his subordinate with snake-like eyes.
“So going to help beca aningless?”
“No one could have imagined he would destroy Taklama's Sandstorm alone.”
“…Right? It’s not that we’re strange, but that Sir Karl is a man beyond common sense.”
“Yes.”
Owen shook his head repeatedly.
“So where do you think the 1st Knight Division is now?”
“No report has co in yet, but they should be with Sir Karl by now.”
“It would be nice if they brought him over so I could see his face after a long ti.”
The subordinate nodded as well.
He too had received teachings while Karl stayed, so he awaited Karl's visit.
***
In the bustling guild office of Ulstein, filled today as always with people making various requests and rcenaries moving about, a man slamd his desk with an indignant face.
“I told you I should have gone!”
“Go where! There’s a mountain of work! A mountain!”
“No, in the first place! I never intended to be sothing like a Guild Master!”
“But you already beca one!”
When Verpin beca the rcenary King, his right-hand adjutant, Bartus, had been relieved.
However, contrary to his hopes, his superior, Verpin, wasn't well-suited for the position of leader of such a group.
As a result, various tasks that needed handling began to fall onto Bartus much more than expected.
As ti passed like that, one day Bartus found himself eating, sleeping, and washing in his own office.
Once that happened, even the good-natured Bartus recently developed a case of hysteria.
“Sir Karl already broke through alone, didn't he! So, stop worrying and review this!”
“Hey! How can you be like that, human? I didn’t see you that way. What if Sir Karl got injured and is hovering near death? Are you telling
to let our rcenaries’ benefactor die just like that?”
“I told you it’s all over! Huh?!”
“Anyway, where did our guys arrive then?!”
“They probably t by now!”
***
In the middle of a plain, three groups now stood glaring at each other.
And in the center stood I, looking back and forth between the three directions with eyes asking what this was.
“Sir Karl Reitz yer is the Saint of our Order. Naturally, we should attend to the injured Sir Karl.”
Daniel, the 3rd Holy Knight Commander of the Order, declared.
“Sir Karl is, in na and reality, the Honorary Knight Commander of our Alcantara. It is right for us to escort the Sir.”
The mont Daniel finished speaking, Leslie, who was now the 1st Knight Division Commander of Alcantara, replied.
“Well, Sir Knights, I don’t know your circumstances, but we also ca under orders to escort our benefactor.”
Tomio, the rcenary captain leading 500 rcenaries, though their armants varied, also spoke while looking at the two knights.
Just then, in the middle, I whistled.
Then, a dark brown horse started running from afar.
(Whoosh sound)
I mounted the horse and began to gallop past them.
The three groups, who had only been looking at , montarily stared blankly at
advancing forward.
“We cannot let the injured Saint go just like that! Knights, follow !”
Kelvin Manov, once immature, had beco Karl’s follower, and at his shout, one knight order began to follow
in a rush.
And right behind them, Alcantara and the rcenaries closely followed suit, starting to run.
Dududududu!
The sound of horse hooves shook the heavens and earth, and a total of several hundred cavalryn were galloping after .
***
In Tarantula's hideout, the Spider Masks, whose numbers had greatly decreased, gathered.
“They say Karl yer is being pursued by Taklama's Sandstorm.”
Light flickered in the eyes of the Seven-Legged Mask.
“Who commissioned it, they say?”
“It appears to be Marquis Baltimo.”
“He seems angry too.”
“Isn’t it fortunate? That Baltimo fellow also refused collaboration with us. If he fights Karl yer and they wear each other down, it’s good for us too.”
“Hmph… Serves them right.”
Since Tarantula had first proposed collaboration to Marquis Baltimo and been refused, they were enjoying the situation of Karl, a thorn in their side, fighting Baltimo.
“How about we finish off Karl yer this ti?”
“Speak.”
“It’s true that Taklama's Sandstorm has assassinated several Master-grade knights, but I don’t think that Karl yer bastard will die easily. Still… wouldn’t he have sustained injuries?”
“Indeed.”
The corners of the Seven-Legged Mask's lips curled up.
This was a revelation to kill Karl yer.
300 Spiders, led by Tarantula's Five-Legged Mask, set out on the road to hunt Karl.
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