Main Character Hides His Strength

Altuzius looks at the Inquisitor with the unbelievable eye.

“No, how did you...”

Then the Inquisitor defeats the people around him and walks to Artuzius.

He speaks in a voice so small that only Altuzius can hear.

“It's kind of a play. To purify your school. ”

It's like the Blue Cemetery, but that's what the Inquisitor said.

His eyes are shaking relentlessly, but soon he slumps his shoulders and receives an aura.

The Inquisitor's men tie Artuzius up and put a gag on his mouth.

“Grandpa!"

Sarasa runs to her grandfather with a sad face, but Altuzius shakes his head.

I couldn't say anything because of the veil on my mouth, but instead, he gave me a warm look.

Finally, Altuzius stared at Kim Sung-cheol.

He tried to pass something on to Sung-cheol Kim, but it was Sung-cheol Kim who wanted to teach himself something.

He shakes his head with determined eyes and stares at the Inquisitor with cold eyes.

"Are you asking me not to trust the Inquisitor? ’

I didn't have long to think.

Magnus Maxima, Inquisitor of the Heathens, steps forward, and his men grip him roughly.

There was only a pale girl, a silent man, and a cold corpse left on the spot when a group of people left.

“Uh, what do I do? Now?”

I've been through too much.

She sits still, feeling the force draining from her entire body.

“Now... what do I do? ”

I fell asleep and became alone.

There's no one to take care of her anymore.

Hypothetically, some of the preservation magic on the left cheek is broken and the skin begins to wither slowly.

Soon she will lose her beauty and face a mirrored dead man like the rest of Rich.

But what was shaking her more than that was an invisible obstacle.

As despair was replaced by sadness, she felt a painful pain in her heart, but no tears came out of her eyes.

The dead do not shed tears.

It was then.

“Stand up.”

The mysterious man said in a bold but powerful tone.

“Stand up and face reality. ”

It was just an order, but his words had a strange persuasion.

Sarah is drawn to his words and rises to her feet.

Some of the preservation magic on your right arm was also destroyed during the battle, and the skin of your right arm was twisting like that of a corpse.

“How do I face reality? ”

In the words of Sarah, who turned into half a corpse, Kim Sung-cheol pointed to a coffin of whirlwind.

“Sometimes, when you can't do anything, sometimes you have to trust and wait for someone to rely on. ”

Kim Sung-cheol left that note and walked forward.

“Wait. Unexpectedly. Time will give you an answer. ”

She nods with a firm fist.

Kim Sung-cheol paused in front of the silent boundary that began to break and added a word.

“Don't forget to feed the sky squirrel. ”

And he walked over the threshold.

‘The assassin. He was looking for me. ’

Today he had no intention of returning empty-handed.

*

Kaz Almeira was one of the first geniuses of the Almeira family to come out in decades.

Slightly beyond the boundaries of the Apocalypse, he possessed the cruelty, precision and virtue of perseverance that an assassin should have, and his innate talents made him wary of assassination skills passed from the family and the family of his mother.

As with other geniuses, Caz Almeira also has a bad attribute of arrogance.

But his arrogance was a kind of confidence that began with knowing exactly what he was capable of.

He enjoyed pushing himself into extreme situations to solve the challenges and succeeded in achieving higher achievements in such dangerous ways.

The Almeira family paid attention to his actions and did not stop him as a result.

“Our existence has been made known to the Inquisitor, thanks to your disturbance in Aefret. If I hadn't fenced off the Inquisitors, we'd be dealing with three enemies by now, including Purification Bridges and followers of the world's enemies and disasters. ”

She gave a solemn sermon, but knew that her son would not listen to her.

“Oh, I didn't know. Dad, I stabbed him once to tell him that he was working with the enemies of the world. ”

“Is that how good Altuzius was? ”

“You were pretty strong. To be honest, I felt like I was going to lose. He was a wizard, but he had the agility of an archer, and he was constantly resisting the inevitable with magic, and he flew a heavy punch behind him. ”

Kaz Almeira said with a cheerful expression and a voice.

The last time I saw him standing next to me, I left the position of Pict Almei.

It was because I didn't want to see my brother who was actually famous and even measured.

Kaz looked at the back of the film like that.

“But, Father, I figured it out.What is Altuzius' secret? ”

“Really?"

“He hides a blade of dimensional magic. It's amazing. You'd have to run halfway around the world to avoid it, otherwise you'd be a flat cannon like that bishop. ”

“It's not too late to explain it later. Go to your place and be on probation for a while. ”

“Yes, I understand. ”

On his way back from discipline, Kaz met his youngest brother, Pitt.

Pict seemed to be waiting for Karz.

As soon as he saw Kaz, he snorted.

“From now on, I'm going to hunt down the followers of disaster. ”

“Oh, yeah? With your skills?"

Caz laughed at Pict, and a cold light flashed through his eyes.

“Let's see how long you can laugh. Ten years. I'll catch up with you in 10 years. ”

“You're the one. Did you raise me too much? ”

“Be like a brother and I'll treat you like one. Anyway, I'm waiting. I'm bringing back the neck of an enemy of the world. ”

Pict sticks out his tongue and quickly disappears into the darkness.

Caz stares at the face of the membrane with a smile and shakes his head.

“You want to follow me? You're going to need 1,000 years of training. ”

He said so, but Caz knew his brother was the owner of great potential.

He handled the first torture very well.

The basics of assassin cruelty and insensitivity to others must have been born.

"Damn it. I'll guide you if you get a little bigger." ’

Pict still lacks a lot to teach.

After gaining experience and gaining some senses, Kazu decided to go on an assassination run with Pict.

Pict, who did not know his heart, only resented his brother.

“I love genius! I'll personally show you that the real genius is atmospheric. ”

Today Pict's mission is to hunt the followers of the disaster brought down by the Inquisitor.

Devicy Almeira said it was enough to take down one man, but Pict was looking for three men today and interrogating them all at once.

The first interrogation failed because the opponent was under oath, but I thought I could do well this time.

His hands vividly remember the touch of a blade cutting through someone else's skin.

“Let's see. ”

On the other side of the street, wizards in blue robes walk out.

Pict Almeira is a trivial sight.

They're weak enough to kill one at a time, but Pict's purpose is to capture them alive.

He stalks the wizards and peeks at opportunities.

He makes swift movements through the alleyways, relentlessly tracking the wizards, and then hides and watches them enter each inn.

Just as animals draw the most boundaries in their nests, humans draw the most boundaries in their beds.

The location of the slave hunter, Christian, was also on his bed.

Pict Almeira slowly appeared in the dark, reminiscing about her senses.

It was then.

What we found was that the faint figure that reflected the moonlight was sitting right next to it.

“ …?! ”

A clutching hand grabs his collar without any reaction.

It was a lot of power.

Pict, a sinner with the power of his grip on his collar, felt a terrible shock that would make his eyes pop and his brain explode.

“Huff!”

An ugly bird cries out from the end of its neck, rather than human.

A moment later, the man who cut his throat opened his mouth.

“Did you kill a slave hunter named Christian? ”

Kim Sung-cheol is who he is.

He opens his eyes, slightly relaxing his grip on the young assassin's neck.

“Answer me.”

Then, Pict Almeira tried to scream by squeezing the strength of his whole body.

to summon his family members who are herded around him.

However, Kim Sung-cheol's hand tightened his neck faster than the voice that resounded in his vocal chords.

“Hic!”

As I felt the sound being swallowed up inside, I once again felt the world turn yellow.

‘As expected, assassins are poisonous. ’

Assassins in the Assassin Society learn to adapt to pain from childhood.

As a result, they are resistant enough to the slightest amount of torture.

In addition, the important virtue of being an assassin is to underestimate your own life.

If they were concerned about leaking important secrets, they developed numerous voluntary ways to prepare for them and actively leveraged them.

Pict Almeira was also thinking about how to kill himself.

‘This... must be my limit. ’

He pledged to die for himself in any way he could when he had the chance.

However, Kim Sung-cheol could not have easily brought death to an assassin.

Kim Sung-cheol searched Pict Almeira's body and found ointments that were good for torture tools and wounds.

Kim Sung-cheol tore the corner of Pict's clothing and shoved it deep into his mouth, then slapped his right arm with the back of his hand.

Pict's right arm bends in an odd direction and is torn apart.

Pict struggles fiercely, but does not scream.

“I have no intention of torturing you. Assassin.”

Kim Sung-cheol put ointments on Pict's wounds, then hung his cat's mask on the wall and his severed arm on a cloth underneath.

And he wrote the phrase below the blood flow from Pict's severed arm.

[If you want to save this one, come in here. However, you have to come in alone.]

Kim Sung-cheol forced Pict's head to look at the phrase that made him use his own blood.

“You guys wrapped up in your cruelty like it was something big. ”

Kim Sung-cheol hung himself inside the warehouse, dragging him around so that his right arm, which was covered in ointment, touched the ground.

The blood trail continues like a carpet from a cat mask to a warehouse.

“Let me tell you what I did today. ”

Kim Sung-cheol sniffed at the warehouse and the roof of the building overlooking the mask.

Soon another assassin appeared.

Myra Almeira, who deals with poison.

She looks down at Pict's mask and his severed right arm.

They're senseless assassins in their own pain, but they're human after all.

They are relentless to others, but warm to their people.

When I saw a phrase written in the blood of Myra Almeira, I was flawed.

But soon she prepared her mind and took a step inside.

No! No! Sis, don't come in here! ’

Pict Almeira struggled desperately, but it was meaningless.

Myra Almeira slowly takes a step deeper into the warehouse as she prepares for battle.

A black shadow appeared behind her shortly after.

In the blink of an eye, the man appeared like a ghost.

He still holds Maira Almeira's head in front of him, and lifts her straight up and grits her face to the rough ground.

Myra's face was revealed as her cat mask was shattered and bleeding.

“Ahhhh!”

Kim Sung-cheol, who shattered Myra's face, hung a rope around her neck and turned it over her head.

The human body decays like a toy.

In the process, all the toxins hidden in her body poured down like rain on the floor of a warehouse.

Myra Almeira struggles with her hands on the rope that grabs her neck, but soon becomes unconscious and disoriented.

Kim Sung-cheol had no intention of bringing her a comfortable death.

He smacks Myra's bloody face and wakes her up, hanging her upside down in front of Pict Almeira's eyes.

Kim Sung-cheol glanced at Pict Almeira and said in a bold voice.

“Did you kill a slave hunter named Christian? ”

Pict Almei did not answer.

Kim Sung-cheol was searching his feet for poisons that fell on the floor and found a suitable one of them.

A prey that lays eggs on the human body.

He snatches the target ash, attaches it to Myra Almeira's body, and lays eggs.

Myra's body trembles.

Kim Sung-cheol once again gazed at Pict Almeira.

The moment I saw his eyes, I realized Pict Almeira.

That man will show no mercy.

Then a miracle happened.

Myra, who seemed to have lost her mind, suddenly woke up and opened her eyes.

“Pitt! I'm going first. ”

Myra's eyes tremble violently covered in blood, and she quickly turns over, revealing the white one.

Kim Sung-cheol indifferently confirmed Myra's death.

Pict regained his lost courage because of his sister's exemplary death and once again stared at Kim Sung-cheol.

‘Any kind of torture. I'll take it easy on you, under the name of the Almeira family! ’

However, Kim Sung-cheol's attitude was not obvious at all.

He buries Myra Almeira's corpse, crouching in front of her and working on something.

A foul bloodline spreads everywhere.

Soon, Kim Sung-cheol walked outside the warehouse with Maira Almeira's body.

His hands tightly press on the corpse, which is still warm.

The next moment, unbelievable things happened even when I saw it with my own eyes.

“Ahhhh.”

Myra's corpse makes a sound.

It was close to an incomprehensible monster, but Myra's distinctive tone was still alive.

Kim Sung-cheol grabbed the corpse and mumbled, tilting his head.

“It's been a long time since I tried. ”

He picks up the body again and manipulates it in his own way.

“Ahhhh!!! ”

Myra's mouth cracks open and makes a strange sound.

Stronger.

Pict Almeira, who saw it, realized what that freak meant.

‘That guy. I'm calling my family! ’

We can't afford any more casualties.

Pict Almeira grabbed Kim Sung-cheol's attention toward her.

Soon after meeting Kim Sung-cheol's eyes, he nodded softly.

“I killed that slave hunter. Are you done? ”

Kim Sung-cheol stared at me with a expressionless face and shook his head.

“My question begins now. ”