Warning sounds raged everywhere. And in the midst of the clamor, the soldiers were looking for Roman Dmitry.
“Roman Dmitry!”
“There he is!”
The soldiers rushed in an instant. Since 10,000 troops were stationed in Rascal, hundreds of them surrounded Roman Dmitry in an instant.
It was a menacing sight. On the outside, it seemed like they were pushing down Roman Dmitry as if they were chasing a rabbit, but when they actually met, the result was different.
Kwak!
“Kuak!”
The leading soldier was torn apart. As he widened his eyes in shock, Roman Dmitry pulled his sword back and cut the bodies of those who rushed for him. And thick blood spilled everywhere with the movement of his sword.
Before the first soldier’s body even fell to the ground, Roman Dmitry’s sword went for the heads of the three men. At the same time…
Grrrr.
Aura exploded, and he began to move toward the soldiers to cut them down.
The soldiers’ counterattack was all meaningless now. The being that rushed at them didn’t give them the chance to react or even scream in pain, and Roman Dmitry exploded his strength when the enemies came close to him.
‘Blood Flow.’
Papapapak-
Drops of blood turned into thorns as they pierced the bodies of the enemies. And then a terrible scream arose. As dozens of soldiers fell at the same time, the soldiers who tried to rush behind them showed a terrified expression.
This wasn’t like chasing a rabbit. Roman Dmitry showed no signs of being a scared rabbit, but rather, he was seeking to slaughter them.
It was a truly embarrassing moment for the officers who led the soldiers. Since they were ordered by Count Pablo, they couldn’t let the troops die, but right now, it seemed like all of them would die.
Beep.
“This is Area 1. This is Area 1. Roman Dmitry cannot be stopped. Please give us more support!”
They urgently said, and the moment he looked ahead,
Slash!
His throat was cut. The moment he felt the flames, Roman’s sword cut his throat even before he could react.
And the chain of command collapsed. While Roman was in the middle of enemy lines, he took the lives of those who seemed like high-ranking ones.
Even if it was just one man, if the leaders died and the control of the troops was halted even for a second, their numbers wouldn’t be much help.
Just five minutes. That was the time it took Roman Dmitry to massacre them. As many troops flocked to Area 1, Roman Dmitry threw himself into the flames without hesitation.
Wheik!
Wheeeeik!
“Follow him!”
“I can’t because of the flames!”
He exploded his anger toward the Kronos Empire. The imperial soldiers arrived and tried to turn the tide, but the roaring flames broke their will to pursue him.
They couldn’t figure out how Roman Dmitry wasn’t hurt by the flames. What was certain was that their skin would become red when they approached him, even a little, so they couldn’t chase him.
After a couple of minutes…
“Kuak!”
“R-Roman Dmitry!”
He reappeared in another place. And Roman, who appeared through the flames, cut off the waists of the soldiers and continued the massacre.
It was a one-person guerrilla operation. It was possible for Roman Dmitry to carry out a one-sided massacre, but when a certain group of people appeared, he immediately disappeared into the fire.
They were the 7th Knights of the Kronos Empire. As they rushed in with anger, they fought moderately this time and moved through the flames.
Wheik.
Wheeeik.
However, it wasn’t the time yet.
Roman Dmitry, who was engulfed in the flames, looked at the enemies with an angry look.
The leader of the 7th Knights, Knight Captain Vento, exploded in anger at the situation.
[This is Area 1, Area 1. Roman Dmitry cannot be stopped. Please send support quickly!]
A sign of support.
As soon as he located Roman Dmitry, he ran to Area 1. The opponent was a rat. The moment he would grab his tail, he was confident in handling him, and the aura swordsman of the 7th Knights quickly caught up with Vento.
It didn’t take them long to get to Area 1 from their location. It was just a little over five minutes, and he thought he had arrived really quickly, but he couldn’t find Roman.
There was just a mountain of corpses and soldiers in pain. The sight of the defeated troops made him grit his teeth and look around, but he couldn’t find Roman, no matter how hard he looked.
It was then…
[Area 2, Roman Dmitry appeared in…Kuak!]
Over the magic communicator, he heard the screams of the soldiers. Vento hurriedly turned to Area 2, which wasn’t that far at a high speed. He didn’t even care about the flames burning him.
If the time to travel could be shortened, he didn’t mind running through the flames by using aura to protect himself.
But the result was the same now, too. There were only dead bodies, and the culprit of the incident was nowhere to be found.
[Roman Dmitry is in Area 3.]
[This is Area 4! Please help!]
[Accck!]
Reports continued to flow in, and the movement of the opponent felt so odd. When he thought he was about to catch him, he would escape.
It was like a ghost moving. If Roman couldn’t be touched by the flames, the chase would be difficult in a situation like now, when the entire city is burning. He was enraged, and his eyes were red with anger.
Clench!
“Roman Dmitry, you bastard! Come out fair and square!”
There was no meaning, even if he was enraged. Vento grabbed the injured man by the collar, who was on the ground, and vented his emotions.
“Tell me everything you saw and heard! Where did Roman Dmitry go? And where are the other soldiers who followed him? Speak, speak now!”
He yelled. The soldier trembled in fear, and with a troubled face, he tried to speak,
“….I-I don’t know where he went. Su-sure he was alone.”
Alone. It was what he had expected. Each time they arrived on the scene, reports claimed that Roman Dmitry was all alone.
‘Wait.’
That was odd. Rascal was an outpost of Kronos, and Roman Dmitry couldn’t be unaware of how strong the military power here was. But he still went out of his way to do a guerilla attack on this place? No matter how much he thought about it, he couldn’t understand.
This was a risky plan, and there was no reason to take things this far. According to the rumors, Roman was someone who liked war. That meant that he wasn’t the type to start a war and run away.
‘No.’
His heart sank at the ominous possibility. And Vento got up. An urgent voice came from the magic communicator, but it wasn’t important right now.
“Head to the gates right now! Hurry!”
During that time, Blue Island mages didn’t join in the pursuit of Roman Dmitry and set out to put out the flames.
Wheik.
Wheeik.
“Ugh, it’s hot! So hot!”
It was Yale, a member of Blue Island. As a 5-circle mage, he showed no fear, even in the face of the flames that terrified people. Blue Island was a tower that specialized in dealing with water.
Roman Dmitry made a plausible plan along the way, but being here would be a fatal blow.
Fire demon.
He had the confidence to subdue him at once. As the mages, including Yale, cast their magic, the water moved everywhere and colored everything blue.
“Aqua Field.”
Wheik.
Mana was raised. As if a tsunami was coming, the water exploded in an empty spot and swept the surroundings away.
Even if it was a flame caused by oil, there was no problem. The water created by magic had a strong deterrent, and even if the flame caused a powerful explosion, it would swallow it all up at once.
At the same time, the Blue Island mages added their strength.
“Aqua Shield.”
“Aqua Shield.”
“Aqua Shield.”
A water curtain was formed in the space where the flames moved. Oxygen was basically needed for fire to burn, so the Aqua Shield blocked the oxygen from entering the surroundings.
It was an efficient method. The Aqua Shield also had a cooling effect, so they had the confidence that they could put out the fire at this rate. But…
Kwang!
Grrrr!
There was an explosion. The flames burned fiercely, resisting the power of water which tried to control it. It was such a shocking scene.
In a situation where a normal flame would have been extinguished, the flame swallowed all the water from the Aqua Shield. It wasn’t just any magic, but 5-circle magic.
As a mage of Blue Island, Yale had experienced such situations countless times, but the sight in front of him couldn’t be explained with common sense.
“…just how?”
He was stunned. Seeing the flame erupt like an active volcano, Yale regained his senses and used magic again. But it was the same result, and the magic circle just evaporated.
Psssh.
“Surely. This is not a normal flame.”
Count Pablo said.
He thought oil was used to make the flame rise. Yale also thought that at first, but then he changed his mind after watching the flame demon fight against the water magic. It might have started with oil, as Count Pablo said.
However, it was certain that the cause of this enormous flame that he was facing now came from some special power, like magic.
Rage. This was a flame that couldn’t be taken down with their own power.
Vento ran insanely. Yale just reported to him now. What he said added confidence to his thoughts.
[Something is wrong. Even the water magic can’t take the flame down. This clearly means that there is a reason for the flame, and there is no way this flame can be taken down unless the one who started it is subdued.]
There were two ways. They either had to manifest a power strong enough to subdue the flames, or kill the one who summoned it.
In a situation where the first option was impossible, the only way to solve it would be to deal with Roman Dmitry right away.
He might not have been the one who started the flame, but given his resistance to the flames, it was likely that the flames came from him.
For now, they had to know the facts. Arriving at Rascal’s southern gate, Vento looked at the scene ahead with a pale face.
Wheik.
Wheeik.
The gates burned. Some collapsed and blocked the escape route, and the roaring flames based on the walls seemed to show no way out.
The ominous sight turned into reality.
Roman’s behavior was odd, and he somehow noticed that he was trying to buy time, so he confirmed the worst situation for Vento.
At that time, he received reports from his subordinates.
[The North Gate is blocked!]
[The West Gate is blocked! The fire is too strong, so I don’t think they can pass through there.]
[The East Gate is engulfed in flames! It seems like someone deliberately set it on fire. All the guards guarding the East Gate are dead, and the controls of the gate have been destroyed.]
“…it can’t be that bastard.”
Wheik.
Wheik.
The flames blazed in front of him. And looking at the flames engulfing the South Gate, Vento felt something was odd.
“10,000 troops are trapped inside Rascal. We have no way out.”
It made no sense.
He denied the reality in his head, but in the end, he had no choice but to accept it.
Roman Dmitry intended to hunt down all 10,000 troops on his own.
