episode_0192

*Beware of gore*

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Every time they saw Princess Aishangior, who was active and had a splendid reputation, the imperial knights would have a question in their hearts.

‘Why did such a terrible notoriety follow such a person?’

Before she came to the Empire in person and was nicknamed the Beast Predator, her notoriety was only heard through rumors from Dane.

Kahar’s prostitute.

Orhan’s mad dog, Hershela the Slayer.

Let’s slaughter humans.

At a time when her proper name was not even known, all nicknames that suggested her were filled with deep contempt and hatred.

However, what the princess actually saw was completely different from the rumors.

It was clear that his hands were extremely cruel, and the force he occasionally showed was as ferocious as that of a wild beast.

However, other than that, the actual behavior that the princess showed when she came to the empire was truly a model of a knight.

A female knight who sacrifices herself to save people in the islands, Einfeld, and countless polluted areas.

Achievements that seem to have been generously blessed by the goddess, and unlike other barbarians, they accept the empire’s culture without hesitation.

Contrary to the prejudice that he would be arrogant and rude, he even showed a respectful attitude towards the royal family.

Even their unconventional clothing and appearance were seen as exotic beauty in their eyes.

so that… They didn’t know.

Why do the Danes get scared and curse at the mere mention of her name?

Until this moment, the princess herself gave them the answer.

The red beast burrowed between the knights.

—-

The knight who became the first victim did not even realize what had happened to him.

Perhaps it is because I have been faithfully donating to the priests on a regular basis, so I guess you could say I was lucky.

– Kwasik!

The black iron longsword split the top of the knight’s head vertically.

Eyeballs pop out from the pressure, and mangled brains spill into the half-cut torso.

Even the armor cannot withstand the impact and is crushed like a piece of paper.

– Cards!

Like the blade of a guillotine, the dark red blade that had cut the spine vertically and dug into the human body stopped at about the knight’s navel.

It wasn’t that I had run out of strength.

In the first place, it was her purpose to split it up to this point.

‘dead person (罔刃)’

The threads of murder that were tangled in the sword’s body unraveled and swirled in all directions.

It was already a net made of blades.

The knight’s body was cut into thousands of pieces.

Perhaps because all parts had been cut cleanly, the blood filling the body did not splatter, but instead poured out together with the flesh.

It was a magical sight.

A dark red tornado flashed for an instant, and the person disappeared and minced meat stew appeared.

“Giggles.”

Harshall smiled brightly, baring his fangs, and freely vented all the anger and frustration he had built up towards the blank-faced knights.

” Lee, Lee-.”

– Squeak!

“-Geez… !”

As the knight was about to say something, frost stuck in his muzzle.

Hashall’s left hand dug into the skull, crushing it like a cookie, grabbing the contents and roughly pulling them out.

The skin on the knight’s face is torn off like parchment, and everything inside comes out.

The inside of the face that had been turned into a piece of meat was held at the tip of the finger that was pulled out.

A half-crushed brain, eyeballs shaking wildly connected to the optic nerves. Even the tongue that was pulled out by the roots and became limp.

The knight fell out with a blank face, his limbs twitching.

The blood gushing out of the throat fills the half-remaining skull.

Shattered facial bones and crushed flesh floated above it.

It looks like a hollowed-out watermelon filled with fruit salad.

It was an indescribably terrible sight.

“Aaaagh! keeein-!”

A knight rushed towards Hashall, screaming as if it were torn apart.

A rare female knight who was not under Leonor’s command.

A pale face distorted with shock and sorrow. Eyes stained with hatred shed bloody tears.

The face that Hashall had just pulled out resembled that of a man called Kane, so it seemed like they were brother and sister.

‘Good.’

Hashal’s impression of her expression was limited at best.

Without a moment of hesitation, Hashall threw the piece of flesh entangled in his left hand into the female knight’s face.

– Clap!

The female knight, Abel, kissed her younger brother again after fifteen years.

It may not have been something I really wanted. This time, the area where our lips met was not the forehead, but the crushed brain.

Abel, who was hit by the flying flesh, reflexively spit out what was full in his mouth.

Pieces of the brain, crushed as if hit by a hammer, came out and strewn across the front of her chest.

Abel’s pupils shook.

Because I realized that the salty and fishy taste I just felt was my younger brother’s brain.

“Ah, ah… !”

My parted lips were trembling.

The mouth was full of broken pieces of meat and blood.

If that wasn’t enough, I could feel the wet and squishy warmth at the back of my neck.

A bright red tongue was stuck to where the trembling eyes were directed.

“Aaaah… !”

and.

Her younger brother’s eyeball, which had bounced into the air due to the optic nerve being cut due to the impact, fell in front of her eyes.

Abel’s mind was broken.

“Ahhhh!”

The desperate screams echoed in the knights’ ears.

If Abel’s screams had continued, perhaps the knights would have felt anger instead of fear and would have been able to fire up their will to fight.

In fact, several knights were rushing towards Hashal.

Therefore, Hashalr grabbed Abel’s ankles.

I didn’t really have a grudge, but it was necessary.

With a crooked smile, Harshar lifted her ankles and-

Torn in half.

—-

The screams suddenly stopped.

The torn uniform fluttered down, revealing Abel’s beautiful and solid naked body to everyone… There was not a single person who could feel lust.

Even the knight who secretly admired her.

From the left nape of the neck to the groin, blood-soaked internal organs were pouring out through the roughly torn cuts.

Abel. No, the object that was Abel revealed its secret parts.

Not just the inside of the clothes, but even the inside of the skin.

A disgusting smell colors the villa garden.

The beautiful woman’s intestines also had a foul odor.

“This devil-!”

One of the knights gritted his teeth and swung his sword at Hashall.

Hashal also swung Abel.

No, since there was only half left, should I say that I swung the bell?

– Ugh!

Crushed flesh and broken bones popped up like burst balloons.

The knight, who had become one with Abel’s half-body and was convulsing on the floor, fell limp and excreted.

His head had already exploded.

“Ugh, ugh!”

One of the knights who was charging stopped inadvertently.

Abel’s right half, held in the monster’s left hand, was swinging towards him.

His eyes turned to the shaking head.

Half-bulging eyes, empty pupils, tongue sticking out.

A terrible face, whose usual beauty cannot be seen even after washing your eyes, comes before your eyes –

– Bye!

At the end of the nightmarish sight reflected on my retina, the two heads collided and were crushed.

The brains of men and women are mixed and crushed like clay.

Vitreous fluid flowed from the scattered eyeballs.

“Ahaha, ahahahahaha-!”

Harshal was mad as hell, covering his entire body with the rain of blood and swallowing the flesh and blood that touched his mouth.

With an expression of joy and at a loss, he spread his arms and looked at the sky.

The clear, girlish laughter sounded even more frightening.

The footsteps of the charging knights stopped.

The morale that was trying to revive was broken by such a cruel scene.

That was exactly the reaction Hashall wanted.

Ka’har’s monster stopped laughing and rushed towards the knights.

‘As expected, just as I thought.’

Twenty seconds after we got into the middle of the knights.

The ghost sword did not come near. As Orhan expected.

—-

“Aaagh!”

The knight, whose frosty nails were pierced and his eyes gouged out, screamed, shedding bloody tears.

The black iron long sword sliced open his abdomen.

A man collapses with a hole the size of a child’s head in the middle of his stomach.

Because the spine was completely cut off, the legs could not move properly, and only the arms were shaking wildly and screaming.

Stepping on its head and slowly pushing it down, Hashalr licked the two eyeballs stuck in his fingers like candy.

A tongue stained with blood wets an empty pupil.

And, one by one, he ripped off the knight’s eyes and swallowed them, like a piece of meat from a skewer.

Even for her, it wasn’t a very delicious meal… .

Whether we wanted it or not, now we had to show ourselves as cruel and heterogeneous as possible.

People in fear slow down their reactions, and the swords of those whose fighting spirit is broken lose their sharpness.

Let my enemies fear me.

There was no better way to deal with multiple enemies.

In fact, even the knights who were confident that they were the empire’s elite were turning pale and helplessly torn apart by her slaughter.

Unlike the image of ‘Hashal’ just a moment ago, struggling hard and barely dodging and rolling around, it was a very one-sided slaughter.

‘Do you see it? Something this easy.’

Hashall once again laughed at his inner usurper.

In a crisis situation where he was surrounded, he was struggling not to kill the enemies who were pointing their swords at him.

It seems that even with this kind of power, he was driven this far.

“Ahahahahaha!”

Hashal burst into laughter once again as he pulled out the limbs of the person he had captured like the legs of an insect.

“You crazy witch!”

“Kyahaha!”

He blocked the attack with the knight holding the long sword, and deliberately swung the black iron long sword shallowly, only opening up the opponent’s belly skin.

To scream while holding onto your spilling internal organs.

“For the Empire-”

The sword body that stabs while shouting a war cry emits a familiar blue light.

Mother’s sword. Hashal’s eyes burned bright blue.

‘at las… !’

In Dosangeomrim, the enemy we finally encountered after slaughtering dozens of knights.

Before the man could finish speaking, a frost shot like a thunderbolt tore off his lower jaw.

“Ugh, geek… !”

Afterwards, Durandal is snatched from his right hand again.

The wrist was pierced with a black iron long sword, and a net of blades appeared in the smallest units.

A small skein of red thread bloomed and erased the knight’s hands like dust.

“Geussss!”

The knight screams, clutching his missing wrist.

Hashalar held the black iron longsword back and pierced him from his knees to the top of his feet, pinning him to the ground.

Grabbing Durandal, who had fallen to the floor, with his empty right hand, Hashal smiled at the man with only his upper jaw remaining.

A bastard who touched his mother’s legacy with dirty hands. I had no intention of killing him easily.

Put the Durandal into the sheath and use only your two hands.

Hashalr disbanded the knights.

They pluck out their eyes, rip off their noses, tear off their ears, and peel off the skin on their faces.

Pulling out the collarbone, crushing the shoulder blades, digging into the chest and widening the ribs.

He pulls out his left arm and pierces his abdomen, and pierces his groin with his torn right arm.

To finish, he picks up the spilling internal organs and stuffs them into the throat where the lower jaw has been pulled out.

The elegant slaughter was accomplished in just two breaths, and even after reaching that point, the knight had not yet lost his breath.

A cruelty that is unbelievable in the actions of humans.

No, even as he revealed the crazy insides of his hands that even monsters would not commit, Hashall’s mind was clear and unwavering.

Now that I think about it, they say that repeating everyday actions brings mental stability.

She also used to feel peaceful when she was tearing people apart.

I no longer remember when it started like that.

Of course, I wasn’t doing this just to feel safe.

‘As expected, you can’t come closer, old man. Orhan was right.’

Ghost sword.

Even as her subordinates were brutally slaughtered, no sword was pointed at her.

The reason why the old man insisted on one-on-one battles even after setting up numerous subordinates like folding screens.

The weakness of the ghost sword that Orhan guessed was simple.

– It’s a bizarre technology, but… , It was hardly used during the melee. If you think about it, it was only natural.

The essence of the ghost sword is to eliminate presence, avoid sight, and attack by surprise.

Yes. Vision alone was a technology that could not be neutralized.

‘Why don’t you try it out? ‘You’ll kill your men before me?’

Hashal smiled coldly, thinking of the anxious old man.

Without the speed to disappear from the sight of Orhan and Hashall, the ghost sword is useless.

And, to achieve that speed, you need enough space.

Hashal’s surroundings were filled with half-dead, seriously injured men and knights who had stopped in fear.

If the ghost sword was used in this environment, it would not be able to move properly and would collide with subordinate knights.

Of course, knights who collide with a master moving at that speed will be shattered and exploded to death.

– Fill the area with his minions.

It was the first method of destruction of the Ghost Sword, derived by Orhan.