episode_0114

“I caught this guy as you asked. Can I leave it here?”

Damian threw the pole he was carrying like a piece of luggage in front of Friede.

Paul rolled on the floor and groaned in pain from his broken limbs.

“Good job Damien. You are better than me.”

Damian shook his head lightly.

“What am I? This guy was just a little slow. I was also weak. More than that, you said you had something to interrogate with this guy, right? Shall we start right away?”

Friede turned her head towards the chapel.

It had been about five minutes since the two men ran in, so the news must have slowly spread.

There wasn’t much time left.

“I guess so. Hey you. Did you say Paul?”

“Ugh…it hurts…!”

Friede grabbed the top of Paul’s head, put his head down on the piece of meat that was Jack, and lifted it again.

Paul’s face was soaked in Jack’s blood.

“Can you see your friend? If you don’t want to end up like this, answer me straight, do you understand?”

“Jae, Jack…?! Haaa!!”

Only then did Paul realize the identity of the piece of meat and screamed incontinence.

Friede frowned at the unpleasant smell and hit Paul’s head again.

The blood that splattered wetted her gloves.

“I know, can you hear me? Answer me.”

“Yes, yes…!”

“Okay. Just do it like that.”

Friede smiled coldly.

—-

The interrogation did not take long.

“Thank you for your hard work, Paul.”

Friede kicked Paul in the head. Paul rolled around helplessly.

Thanks to your cooperative attitude, I heard everything I needed to hear.

The number of men remaining in the chapel was twenty-nine, and the number of women remaining in the chapel was twenty.

There were eight travelers captured. There are twelve women born here.

okay. Women born here.

Even the women who were their own blood were using this trash.

The basement is said to consist of three rooms.

They are called training rooms, kennels, and playrooms, respectively.

It was disgusting information whose purpose you could guess just by hearing the name.

Friede spat harshly and cut Paul’s throat with a saw.

In return for your obedient cooperation.

Paul, whose neck was torn off, was crawling on the floor, clutching the back of his neck, which was bleeding profusely.

“What should I do now?”

“I’m twenty-nine…the two guys who went first will make a fuss about being wizards and all, so they’ll all come out.”

Friede pointed to the main door of the chapel.

“For now, you are blocking the door. Don’t let it open with the help of just one or two people. Then, when the number of enemies gathers, open the door and rush straight ahead. I will attack from the side.”

Friede’s strategy was simple and rational.

So much so that Damien could immediately understand her intentions.

If the two people push forward from the front, they will naturally run back to the basement.

But what if Damian takes the front and Friede attacks from the flanks and rear?

It probably won’t be easy to go back to the basement.

“Start the first attack as shockingly as possible. After that, if possible, it would be better to cut off the leg rather than kill him.”

“Legs? It’s not difficult, but why?”

“If you kill them, they will become quiet. Make me scream. Let them panic and panic. In addition, the victims should also be given a chance to take revenge.”

Damian, convinced, nodded.

The sound of busy footsteps gets closer.

Voices filled with embarrassment rang outside the chapel.

Damian and Friede looked at each other, drew their respective weapons and ran.

—-

Through the side window, Friede took a quick look inside.

A dark chapel. There were spider webs all over the walls.

A small lecture platform was placed on a low platform, and the long chairs lined up on the floor were so covered with dust that they looked gray.

Beyond the platform, the passage leading to the back room had its angled muzzle wide open.

‘The basement must be beyond.’

There seemed to be a candle hanging inside, giving off a faint scarlet glow.

Black shadows busily approached beyond the light reflected on the wall.

It was them.

One by one, men come out one after another.

Men carrying spears, swords, pitchforks, etc. Most of them were trembling with fear and tension.

There were some who had incongruous weapons and armor, probably because they had stolen the adventurers’ equipment.

As to whether it would be meaningful for those without skills to have the right equipment, it must be their own desire to show off.

Friede waited patiently. Until more than twenty people gather.

The men in the lead shouted in horror when they discovered the burning village.

It was surprising. The fire that had spread was now burning the entire village.

Friede sighed inwardly.

‘Looking at it again, you did it in such a spectacular way… Don’t you even think about what happens next?’

Well, if you set fire to it, it will be easy to hunt them down.

But, if you do that, what are you going to do about it later?

If we are too careful, the fire may spread beyond the village and into the fields.

Even if that weren’t the case, if the village were to be burned down, where would they put the women they rescued?

This chapel, which must be hell to them?

‘Ha…I probably didn’t even think about it.’

The Harshal that Friede had seen was not a bad person, but in fact, he was more intelligent than expected…

I don’t know if it was a difference in her way of thinking, but she was a woman who had some strangely goofy parts.

Friede turned her gaze towards the chapel again.

Before I knew it, more than ten men were walking out one by one. Like a swarm of ants whose house collapsed

The man in front grabbed the doorknob of the chapel and pushed it.

However, the door did not move at all.

The man tilted his head and tried to push again, but the chapel door still rattled as if something was blocking it.

The embarrassed man shook the doorknob wildly.

It wasn’t that the bar was locked. Because the door to the chapel was locked from the inside.

So why?

The word “magic” passed through the man’s mind.

The guys we sent out to scout earlier came back distraught and started making an uproar, saying a wizard had appeared.

‘Has a wizard really appeared?’

The man broke into a cold sweat and hit the door with his shoulder.

It doesn’t even budge. It was definitely a magic trick performed by a wizard.

“What are you doing! Open the door right now!”

The middle-aged man who was stamping his feet impatiently behind him shouted.

“It won’t open! No matter how hard you push!”

The middle-aged man was taken aback for a moment by the man’s fearful voice and turned to look at the young people around him.

“Everyone stick together! Either open the door or break it down!”

Seven or eight residents all clung to the door.

Damian’s body, which was standing blocking the door, began to shake slightly.

While there was a delay in opening the door, the chapel was already filled with people.

After confirming that no one else was coming out, Friede took a deep breath and motioned to Damian.

Damian raised his greatsword behind his back.

Many myths say that lightning is heaven’s punishment for sinners.

The great sword swung like a thunderbolt, splitting everything in front of it in half.

—-

The men’s breathing stopped.

The black line that smashed through the door swept past the people who were clinging to it.

The eight upper bodies flew through the air and spun around.

Leaving the lower body in place.

Perhaps because of the outstretched arms and leaking internal organs, at first glance it looked like a row of windmills.

Blood pouring down like rain, soaking the floor.

A boy holding a red-stained greatsword rushed towards them.

Before the two men in front could react, their legs were cut off and they fell to the ground.

“W-what is this guy!”

The panicked men aimed their weapons.

Although it was not a war intention, it was just an instinctive reaction due to fear.

No one had the guts to attack the other person even after seeing a person being cut to pieces in front of their eyes.

Except for one person.

“Get out of the way, you idiots!”

“Ah…! Eric!”

A particularly large man stepped forward. It had a greatsword mixed with a little bit of black iron, and its body was wearing steel armor.

It may not be his own, but was probably donated by a careless adventurer.

He might be their leader, but he seemed to be at the level of a semi-knight.

Yes. Only at the level of a semi-knight.

Damian rushed at the man called Eric without hesitation.

“You little bastard!”

Eric swung his great sword down.

A vertical slash. It was as rough as splitting firewood.

Damian took a powerful step forward with his left foot and swung his black iron greatsword diagonally.

There was no reason to avoid it.

The colliding steel lets out a scream like an explosion.

Eric’s arms, unable to withstand the shock of the collision, were raised high.

The great sword, cut in half, soared into the air and landed on the ceiling of the chapel.

“What…!”

Eric, embarrassed, let out a groan.

The following black arc hit Eric’s body.

– Quad deuk!

The steel armor is distorted and torn apart. The black iron greatsword that crushed the armor dug into Eric’s waist.

Eric, whose back was cut in half, was convulsing with blood pouring down his side.

Damian kicked him and pulled out his great sword. Eric’s body fell limp.

“Uuuu…”

Eric went limp with a helpless groan.

He died instantly without even leaving a will.

“Eh, Eric…!”

The gray-faced men stared blankly at the scene as if they could not believe it.

Eric, the village leader who seemed stronger than anyone else to them, lost his life in vain in just two attacks.

Only one word came to everyone’s mind.

article.

Blade of the Empire.

An enemy of evil people who has been studying how to kill others for hundreds of years.

“It’s a knight! It’s a real article!!”

Several men quickly came to their senses and hurriedly turned to escape into the basement.

It was the moment Friede had been waiting for.

– Kwachaaang!

Shattering the chapel window, Friede jumped in like a ghost.

Pieces of glass poured out and pierced the men’s bodies.

they screamed