050. Iltasampi (3)

“Track down Zeke Clayman.”

Upon hearing the news that Hades had been captured, the head of Justia’s assassination team immediately ordered Zeke to be pursued.

“Captain, then what about the young lady? The young lady went to the Joheiden mansion.”

The vice-captain asked him.

“Has safety been secured?”

“After recovering from fainting, I am on the move with Princess Joheiden.”

“Then, in preparation for an accidental threat situation, send three members to respond. Avoid direct conflict with Joheiden.”

“Yes.”

The assassination team moved his gaze toward the members.

“As for the young lady, we are ordered to arrest and interrogate Zeke Kleiman again.”

“Yes.”

At the words of the leader, the members nodded their heads.

“leader.”

At that time, one of the members who had been sent to spy on him came up to him and knelt down.

“report.”

“I found Hades.”

“The location.”

“… … ran away.”

wriggling

The assassination leader’s brow furrowed.

“Detailed report.”

“He approached the member in Alley 12 and reported Zeke Kleiman’s location. And after receiving the location of the members, he immediately ran for an opening. It appears that he forced his escape after contacting Zeke Kleiman.”

“… … is it betrayal ok, i’ll find out soon Where is Zeke Kleiman?”

“This is Ramielli’s back alley. We are still tracking them.”

It was a sudden betrayal by Hades, but the Assassination Leader quickly made up his mind.

He must have run away after receiving some information from Zeke Kleiman.

The potential risk factor was too great to pretend not to have seen it.

“Vice-captain.”

“Yes.”

“For you to track down Hades by yourself.”

“Yes.”

The vice-captain immediately turned around and disappeared from sight.

He told the rest of the members.

“A set of all members except for the vice-captain and the pursuit team. Go to Zeke Kleiman’s location. Upon first contact with him, announce the summons. If you do not comply with the summons, I will allow even amputation.”

At that, the members silently nodded their heads.

Following the member’s guidance, we headed to a building that looked like a large warehouse not far away.

It was not maintained at all, and the exterior was dirty, and the air was soggy and wet with alcohol.

“Is Zeke Klayman in here?”

“Yes.”

“We go to the upper window.”

Justia’s assassins moved through the small window at the top of the warehouse.

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More than 20 people moved in perfect order, but their gestures were calm.

They stood on the stiles in the ceiling and surveyed the situation.

The black back of Zeke Kleiman’s head was visible.

He was confronted by about a hundred people with their swords drawn.

The assassination leader raised one hand.

“Waiting. Assess the situation.”

The sight inside the warehouse could not be described as pleasant to say the least.

On the walls, decapitated corpses were hung in a gruesome fashion.

Liquor bottles were randomly lying on the floor.

Some of them were taking medicine. The disgusting smell of grass stung my nose.

‘Zeke Kleiman, what the hell are you trying to do… … .’

Zeke Kleiman was holding bread while confronting them.

“… … You really are holding the bread.”

It was a story I heard as a report from a subordinate, but seeing it in reality was even more absurd.

“It looks like an iron rod has been driven into it.”

“Yes, otherwise such a miracle would be impossible.”

Glancing down at his feet, he saw two large men with their heads sunken and their brains dripping.

At that time, the guy who seemed to be the head of the organization opened his mouth.

“Guys! That son of a bitch is the enemy who killed Kutan! We will never forgive anyone who touches our family! Now is the time to set an example!!!”

“As expected, it looks like the limbs of a black magician targeting Justia.”

At Zeke’s words in response to the boss’ threat, the head assassin’s eyes widened in anger.

‘What!? The black magician is targeting Justia!?’

It was missing from the report. Even when he received an order from Hella, there was no such word.

The leader of the assassination team was taken aback by the sudden appearance of information he did not know,

For now, I decided to continue monitoring the situation.

“Lost Hope, I will not let you kidnap Iriel.”

“Yes??? U.S… … . Rust is right, but… … .”

“Yes, you guys. A servant of Lost Hope. roast. If the warlock kidnapped Iriel, he said he would give him the Hope rank.”

The Assassination Leader looked at the people who were facing Zeke.

‘Such rubbish… … . He’s a minion of the Warlock, and he tried to kidnap Lady Iriel… … ?’

These are the ones that don’t look like anything special at all.

I smelled like I’d killed a person or two, but that’s all.

In the eyes of the leader who has lived as a professional sprinkler, it seemed like nothing more than babbling.

I was a little surprised that he was doing cruel things like hanging a corpse on the wall and taking medicine openly.

It’s surprising that such a bold thing was done within the system.

It wasn’t because they looked great on their own.

‘I’m sure Zeke Kleiman isn’t the type to escape a crisis with just this kind of lie.’

If these guys were really dangerous and tried to kidnap Iriel

Zeke Kleiman’s escape had some persuasive power and justification.

However, that’s only possible when you’re really sure that they’re the hands and feet of a black magician.

At that time, in the eyes of the assassination leader, he saw Zeke running to the other side.

‘… … Hey, when did he get so fast?’

The speed at which Zeke penetrated the enemy lines was such that even the leader’s eyes could recognize it.

But the problem is that the .

Something completely unexpected happened.

baek!

A dull blow sounded and Zeke went out and fell.

The one who looked the weakest, closed his eyes tightly and rolled on the floor with a clumsy fist.

Zeke sighed as he fell face down on the floor.

A gooey, red puddle formed under his chin.

‘… … Unbelievable.’

Even the weakest-looking one possessed far-reaching strength.

It didn’t even end there.

This time I didn’t even notice.

Kwaaang!!!!!

The bottom of Zeke’s body glowed blue, and a loud explosion sounded.

Then, pure white smoke that rose up filled the hideout.

Perhaps one of them used magic.

‘That’s!!! It’s not an ordinary smoke!! It has magic added to it!!!’

The Assassination Leader, who had a history of dealing with wizards before, noticed something suspicious in the rising smoke.

He hurriedly looked around at the members and gave orders.

“Everyone hold your breath! You must not inhale the smoke!”

Fortunately, his judgment was quick, and all the members were able to cover their mouths and noses before it was too late.

The leader of the Assassination team soon found out what the true nature of that magic was.

Because the appearance of those who looked a little stronger than normal people started to change more and more bizarre.

Tuduk.

Those whose blood vessels all over their bodies bulge and their eyes turn bright red.

It looks like a person who sold his soul to the devil would be like that.

“… … Krrr.”

“… … S”

“… … alcohol”

“… … ruler”

They groaned like beasts.

It seemed like a bizarre group ritual, with each muttering something in a low voice.

gulp.

I heard the saliva of the Assassins from behind.

‘… … Seriously, the limbs of a warlock… … .’

It was the moment when the name ‘Lost Hope’ was imprinted in his mind.

The head assassin’s eyes shook.

He found himself in a dilemma.

If I had to prioritize the mission, I had to retrieve Zeke Clayman, who was down right now, and go back.

However, they are the ones who are targeting Justia.

It was a suspicious group that even tried to kidnap Lady Iriel.

In the meantime, I have reached out in all directions and obtained countless information,

Even on Justia’s list of potential enemies, none had those characteristics.

‘In the state of being completely missing from Justia’s information network… … . A group that has developed such unreasonable power… … .’

If you miss them here, they will slip through the information network again.

I didn’t know when I would target Justia.

‘Did you say Lost Hope… … .’

The assassination leader looked down at Zeke Kleiman.

The one who discovered this dangerous group alone and jumped in without any countermeasures to protect Iriel.

“Bill, uh, eat, eat… … .”

He was gritting his teeth with his broken words.

‘… … .’

And soon, Zeke Kleiman turned his head this way.

I made eye contact with the leader of the assassination team.

“assassination. leader. enemies. tact. Chan. thing. same is.”

‘Shit. Was that magic written because of us?’

The Assassination Leader looked around the void.

Fortunately, the smoke disappeared quickly, probably because of the magic that had an immediate effect.

He closed his eyes and thought what to do.

And soon he made a decision.

“For Justia.”

Assassination leader made eye contact with the members.

“Here, Justia’s enemies will be punished. The retrieval of Zeke Kleiman follows.”

At those words, the members bowed their heads in unison.

I know that orders take precedence, but I couldn’t believe that the leader’s judgment was wrong after seeing the power of those evil guys with my own eyes.

“Since we have to deal with the majority, we respond by forming an extinction squad rather than an assassin squad.”

sereung

visor!

visor!

visor!

The members took out their weapons with stiff faces.

“let’s go.”

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Men dressed in black all at once fell behind Zeke like a quiet rain.

The head assassination stared down at Zeke Kleiman, who was lying down.

“Zeke Kleiman.”

“Yes.”

“When this is over, you will have to explain.”

“Yes.”

With a sigh, he moved on.

He commanded in a low, serious voice.

“good.”

Then, the Justia assassins stretched out their swords and charged at them.

* * *

Those in black who suddenly fell from the ceiling.

They drew their swords and were running towards their own gang members.

“Fuck!! Stop fighting, stop!!!”

Rodren screamed, but no one pretended to hear.

Rather, he let out a grotesque scream that only drowned out his voice.

Rodren was going crazy.

Suddenly, smoke rose from the black-haired man.

He instinctively held his breath.

The smoke that fills the hideout passes

In that moment, the condition of the subordinates became strange.

“Sir Baal. How the hell did this happen…”

The subordinates were dealing with dark guys with red eyes and blood vessels protruding from all over their bodies.

Possibly bastards with expertise in murder.

Fish!

Fish!

Blood spurts out.

It was unknown how many of his men had already died.

It was a fierce fight that even those who had crossed numerous lines of fire were terrified.

However, can this really be called a human-to-human battle?

The men didn’t care at all even if their arms were cut off and their stomachs were punctured.

I struggled to insert even one more knife into it.

When the hand that held the knife was cut off, he gritted his teeth.

The sounds the men made were rather beastly.

“Kya gaga gak kam!!!”

“Khaaa!”

“dwelling!!!!!!”

“Kyahahahahaha”

Was there really a warlock hiding among us?

Rodren staggered backwards, terrified.

Then tok.

I bumped into a subordinate

It was the spy’s subordinate who told me to bring the dagger from the treasure chest earlier.

“You…! Where are you!”

He said that, but his eyes also turned red.

“Oh… fuck.”

When he cursed, he tilted his head and raised the corner of his mouth.

“Kyahak!!!!”

A guy who suddenly runs up.

Rodren instinctively drew his sword and cut his chest.

Fish!

Blood splattered, but the cut was shallow.

“You crazy bastard!!! Don’t come to your senses!!!”

“Kyahahahaha housing!!!”

But instead, he pushed his body forward, grabbed the magic dagger in reverse, and rushed to insert it into Lordren’s body.

Rodren held the blade of the dagger stabbing at him.

A warm pain arose in his hand.

“Keugh!”

shaking.

While struggling with the guy.

Suddenly, a disgruntled voice pierced his ears.

– Hmm, that’s no match. This is difficult. sane guy. You there, don’t you want to become a true subordinate of the warlock?

Rodren looked everywhere, but could not find the owner of the voice.

‘The true servant of the black magician… … ?’