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… … Let’s think about it for a moment.
In the past, Ivan hired a twin-sword assassin to kill Francis. If I hadn’t stopped him, he would have succeeded and a war would have broken out under the pretext of assassinating the crown prince.
The twin sword assassin was a foreigner, but he was skilled enough to infiltrate the heart of the empire and aim for the crown prince. Not only was his fighting ability outstanding, but his infiltration ability was also excellent.
At the time, I asked the assassin how much he had received. It must have been a huge sum, difficult to express even in words, considering that he was targeting the crown prince of the empire.
‘Enough money to change the lives of countless people.’
The assassin answered thusly. The one who receives that kind of payment is now after Anguise Regina.
‘Is there anyone who would be willing to invest a huge amount of money to kill Anguise Regina?’
And Jafar noticed the attack in advance and contacted me.
Things were happening in areas I didn’t know about. It was so interesting. But to find out all this, I had to survive first. While protecting Anguish Regina.
The goal has been set.
Kkiei.
The door opened fully, revealing the assassin, his pitch-black full-body combat suit billowing.
Cheeeee.
As the camouflage discoloration function was turned off, the assassin’s battle suit became electrified.
‘Twin swords.’
The assassin was wielding twin swords of different lengths, both in the past and now. It was as if he had met an old friend. It felt like he had returned to his childhood when his old enemy was before him.
It’s a good thing I’m wearing a mask. If my expression and emotions had been revealed, the enemy would have recognized me.
‘I’ll prove it by beating you here.’
I will prove to you that I am not a depressed patient suffering from aftereffects, but a sharp warrior.
Wow!
I stretched out my fire sword forward and waited for the enemy.
‘I have a much greater advantage when it comes to armament.’
The twin-blade assassin knew the firelight series. He didn’t rush in, but jumped in place to loosen up his body. The eyes inside the helmet would be moving without rest.
‘You’re an assassin, so you probably want to avoid fighting me. But if you don’t go through me, you won’t be able to get to Angus Regina.’
I stood in a delicate position and blocked the assassin’s path. It wasn’t difficult for me.
‘If you ignore me and approach Angus Regina, you will die immediately.’
My concentration soared in response to my heightened emotions.
My senses were focused on the twin-bladed assassin. Whatever she did, I could react.
‘Come.’
The assassin tilted his head at me as if he was annoyed. He must have noticed that I was blocking his path by moving slightly.
“… … You’re quite the person. You’re not just holding a torch for show.”
The assassin also took a stance after understanding the situation. She repeatedly rotated her twin swords, gripping them in reverse and then straightening them. Her intention was to disrupt her opponent’s combat calculations.
In the battles of ordinary people, such posture-changing movements would have no meaning. However, for us who fight as if looking into the future, they have meaning.
‘The realm of superhumans.’
In a superhuman battle, there are many trivial techniques that go beyond common sense, and such miscellaneous techniques can determine life and death or victory or defeat.
We were fighting for the best position, path, and posture before we even raised our swords. I liked that feeling.
I am facing a strong man who has risked his life to build up his fighting skills. And I am challenging the tower that the strong man has built. Either I will conquer the tower or I will fall.
Warriors and soldiers can only prove their abilities through combat. The only place where I can check how far I have come and what I can do is on the battlefield.
In our world, no matter how evil a person is or what he has done… … he is worthy of respect simply for being strong. He has proven himself to the world.
In that respect, the assassin was a very strong man and had his own rules.
I survived in the past thanks to the assassin’s iron rule. She could have killed me, the troublemaker, but she backed down, saying that since the request had already failed, she would not kill unnecessarily.
‘Pay the price of your hasty mercy here.’
Could he have ever imagined that the boy would be here to stop him now?
Woohoo!
As time passed, the Hwagwangyedo began to cry out in thermal amplification. Plasma fever enveloped one side of the blade, emitting a sadistic haze.
The assassin leaned forward as if preparing to advance, and his feet lifted from the floor.
fault!
It’s finally moving.
I raised the corners of my mouth and prepared to face the strong man. You won’t be able to stop my hot blade. I’ll melt your sword and cut it off.
‘How are we going to deal with this bizarre demon sword?’
I’m really looking forward to seeing how unique her coping skills will be.
Whirlyrick.
The assassin spread her arms. The base of her sword hilt opened and a long wire flowed out.
Kkeeeeek!
The assassin seemed to run towards her, then stopped with a heel strike. She hooked the hook on the end of the wire into her hand and swung the twin swords as if throwing them.
“under…….”
I let out a short exclamation and prepared for my opponent. I swung and pulled the wire, and adjusted the blade’s trajectory in a strange way.
Kkieeeeee!
The accelerated blade and wire made a strange noise. The assassin intended to fight at mid-range.
Ta-Ang!
The sound of gunfire spread. The assassin took out his pistol with the hand holding the wire loop and pulled the trigger. It was an incredible feat.
Kiing!
I blocked the fireball as if it was a bullet.
The part of the blade that touched the bullet glowed brighter. It was a beautiful but dangerous light. When the heat storage reached its limit, the blade would burst and fly away.
‘As expected, you have a lot of experience. You know exactly what to do in each situation.’
The combination of a wire-tipped knife and a pistol was unpredictable and unorthodox.
I’m in a tricky situation. If I’m not protecting someone right now, I’ll just run forward.
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But now, you have to protect Anguise Regina. If you approach the assassin who insists on mid- and long-range combat without thinking, it will be difficult to launch a surprise attack on Anguise Regina.
‘No, actually, it’s not difficult. Just cut the wire.’
An irregularity is just an irregularity. The problem is that it is unfamiliar, but its essence is nothing more than a trick. If you don’t panic and calmly understand it, it is easier to deal with than the main attack.
Kiik!
The wire was made of polymer, so it was tough and strong. I’m sorry to say this, but if it was Crucis, it wouldn’t have been easy to break. It wasn’t the kind of material that could be broken by impact.
Bang!
The Hwagwangyedo melted and cut the wire. One sword, out of control, was stuck in the ceiling.
I felt the assassin hesitate. I hurriedly pulled the wire as if retrieving the remaining sword.
‘The weapon compatibility is against you, Assassin.’
If it weren’t for the Hwagwangyedo, it would have been a difficult attack to deal with. She knew that, but she probably had no other choice.
The assassin must have been aiming for me to be flustered and attacked. But I think of myself as Archie’s Victory. I am strong against irregular attacks and confusing situations.
Real combat is not a fair match. You don’t fight with equal equipment and the same weapons. There’s no point in complaining that your opponent is carrying the most advanced weapons. Real combat is also absurd, just like the world we live in.
Kiiiiit!
The tip of my sword barely touched the wire. However, the heat alone melted the wire, and it broke, unable to withstand the centrifugal force.
Kyaaang!
The assassin’s remaining sword also lost control and flew away, sliding on the floor.
The warrior who lost his weapon was miserable. The assassin took out his pistol and shot Anguish Regina alternately. Even during this time, he only chose to attack in a tricky manner.
I placed my hand on the line and caught the bullets one after another. My body is impervious to such pistol bullets.
‘The assassin is always trying to find the best solution for every situation.’
The assassin’s aim is not the Archies Victory, but simply attacks that come from experience. They are not the result of thought, but rather the realm of acquisition.
There was no way to estimate how much experience that assassin had to gain to reach this level.
‘There’s more left. Take it out.’
I advanced forward, destroying the assassin’s twin swords. I pressed forward and drove the assassin back.
Creak.
The assassin took up a stance as if changing her martial arts skills. There was a noise from the joints of her combat suit. She had added an exoskeleton to her combat suit to accelerate and assist her movements.
Such reinforced exoskeletons provide similar reinforcement effects to prosthetics, but they are slower to respond and, because they must be placed over a living body, they are larger than prosthetics of similar output.
‘Did this assassin wear something like this before?’
A brief question came to mind. The assassin at that time was sharp and destructive. He was strong enough without relying on such mechanical equipment.
Whoosh!
The assassin’s roundhouse kick landed on my face.
I could have just cut off her leg, but I backed off for a moment. I was wary and explored her to see if she had any more tricks up her sleeve.
But something was strange.
‘Even with the help of machines, it’s slower and more sluggish than before. This is for sure. No way… … .’
I suddenly felt irritated.
Kwajik!
I swung my leg and kicked the assassin. The assassin raised his arms and legs to defend against my attack and flew away. His bones must have broken because he couldn’t absorb the impact.
This isn’t an act to lull me into letting my guard down and take advantage of my weakness. The assassin has really become weak. He was badly hit by my attack and was blown away.
‘All those desperate measures and tricks… were they just to hide my weakened self?’
I was so excited and looked forward to it, I felt like a fool. I tried to confront the assassin with all my might. But the opponent couldn’t even handle half of my strength.
‘fu*k… … .’
The assassin pressed on, even though her bones were probably broken. I swung my fire-light sword and cut off both of her legs at the same time.
Cheeeeek!
A terrible frenzy burned the assassin’s flesh and bones. In a short time, no blood flowed from the carbonized cut surface.
“Ugh… … .”
Even the tough assassin let out a faint groan. She fell, kicking the ground with both arms to gain some distance.
Bang! Bang!
The assassin, who had lost his leg, pulled out his pistol and shot me repeatedly. I deflected the bullets with my arm, tilted my head to dodge, and approached the fallen assassin.
Kwajik!
I grabbed the assassin’s face and slammed her into the wall. Her battle helmet shattered, revealing her face.
“Ouch.”
The assassin shook his head. His lifeless white hair flowed out through the cracks in his helmet.
‘aging?’
It wasn’t just the white hair that was strange. The assassin’s face was wrinkled like that of a seventy-year-old man. It was hard to believe that he had aged twelve years.
The assassin in my memory was at best thirty years old in biological age, and at most forty.
It wasn’t like she wasn’t the same person. Her facial features and eyes were exactly like the one I remembered. For some reason, she was rapidly aging.
‘… … So that’s why you became weak.’
I grimaced behind my mask. When I was feeling emotional, the mask was comfortable. No matter what expression I made inside, the other person wouldn’t know.
‘It’s not that the assassination fee for Anguis Regina was high. It’s that the assassin was weak and didn’t receive much money. It’s because it’s difficult to receive a large fee.’
You would never have guessed that there would be someone like me by Anguis Regina’s side. You would have thought there would be a few Equsian mercenaries at best.
‘If this woman fails, maybe… … .’
I quickly put my hand into the woman’s mouth, hoping to prevent her from committing suicide.
“You can’t die yet. I have a lot to ask you.”
I said it in the most condescending tone I could muster. I felt her molars with my fingers and found the suicide pills.
Ugh!
I twisted out the dentures stuck in her molars. Inside the translucent dentures, a dangerously colored drug was sloshing around.
‘fu*k.’
Seeing her miserable state made me feel complicated.
The strong man who made me feel like a wall is like this!
I also realized how frightening the aging of the body is. In order to escape this fear, the people of the empire changed their bodies into machines.
puck!
I slammed the assassin’s head into the wall once more. Her unconscious pupils lost focus.
My mouth is watering. The mighty man who once ran wild in the heart of the empire is now in this state. For the first time, I am afraid of time and aging.
The skills he boasted about are fading away like embers, and the fighting techniques he honed are rusting and creaking.
If I become like that, I’m just a worthless human being. What else do I have besides my fighting skills?
What if a person with a bad temper and who hurts others loses even the violence he possesses? It would be so horrible. I would think it would be better to die.
So I was… …sympathizing with this old assassin.
