Chapter 620
Chapter 620
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Translator: uly
Chapter: 620
Chapter Title: God's Atlantis
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There was no way the entire village consisted of tight-lipped assassins.
I wandered through the village, questioning the villagers one by one. Anyone who couldn't answer was killed on the spot.
There wasn't time to interrogate them individually. If they wouldn't talk, I planned to just wipe them all out.
Of course, there were exceptions.
Women. Especially the beautiful ones—I subdued them without killing and kept them captive. I figured I'd enjoy them leisurely once the job was done.
"You're the seventieth. You must be tight-lipped too."
I approached a villager with my bloodstained sword. His skin was pale, and he looked timid. As I drew near, his face drained of color, and he began trembling.
I raised my sword.
The man flinched in terror, dropping to his knees and bowing his head before me.
"I-I'll talk! I'll talk! Knight, sir! Please spare me!"
"No, Harma! No! No!!"
The blood-soaked village chief screamed. From his reaction, it seemed this man knew something.
"Harma! No! No!!"
The chief kept yelling. He was telling him not to speak. But it only backfired. With his limbs severed, teeth pulled out, and skin scraped from being dragged across the ground, the chief's appearance terrified the man even more.
"Let's start with something simple. What's your name?"
"H-Harma, sir."
"What's your group's true nature?"
"W-We are assassins of the Thirst Legion."
"Thirst Legion? Tell me more."
The man began to speak. He stuttered at first, but once he got going, the information flowed like a river.
The Thirst Legion specialized in contract killings. Assassination was their main gig, but they didn't shy away from theft either. They were fairly well-known in the local underworld.
"Who's your Legion Master? Not this village chief, I hope?"
"The chief is just a sub-master. We're part of the Thirst Legion, but more like subcontractors. When a target appears, we wait for them to come to the village or lure them in."
"How do you lure them?"
"One of us disguises as a hunter or merchant, or a woman steps forward to entice them."
"Cases like mine, where the target comes to you?"
"Yes. There's only this village nearby..."
They didn't seem to send villagers out on assassination missions.
In other words, the village itself was the trap—and the villagers were the tools.
"Is everyone in the village an assassin?"
"Only some of us were trained as such."
"You too?"
"...Yes. I never made it as a full assassin. If I'd known it'd end like this, I never would've done it. Knight, sir, please spare me. I swear I won't do any assassinations ever again! I'll live quietly! Just let me live!"
"......"
The man trembled violently.
And so did I. Not from fear, but because I was about to cum inside Ridella's pussy again.
"Hnggggh...!"
I gripped Ridella's ass tightly. My dick was still going strong.
"So the villagers know about your assassinations?"
"...Yes. They do."
"Which means you're all in on it together."
"S-Some only cooperate out of necessity. I never wanted to be an assassin either. If only my family situation had been better... Krrgh?!"
I swung my sword. His upper body split open, spilling blood and entrails.
"Why...?!"
"I lied about sparing you. Everyone in this village today will die. You tried to kill me, so pay the price. Oh, the beauties are the exception. But you're not one."
"Guhk!!"
I stabbed my sword into the man's throat and moved on.
This time, I didn't even bother questioning. I killed whatever I saw. I spread my senses and took out the ones hiding.
"P-Please spare me..."
The one begging with clasped hands was a little girl. The same one who'd been holding a flower basket when I first entered the village.
My eyes shifted to her side. A boy lay dead a short distance away.
"Why's he dead?"
"Poison..."
Suddenly poisoned?
I frowned. A memory flashed in my mind. I'd taken her flowers and sprinkled them on the boy.
"So the flowers you were selling were poisoned."
She flinched, trembling and squeezing her eyes shut.
He must not have had an antidote—or maybe because I'd been killing people left and right.
'Did I get poisoned too?'
I hadn't noticed anything off. My superior physique might've slowed the poison's effects.
'Doesn't matter. With Complete Recovery, even if I was poisoned, it's gone now.'
I decided not to kill the girl and take her along. She might grow into a beauty later—no point wasting her here.
I set the village ablaze to flush out those hiding from my senses. A few quick ones escaped beyond the village.
Under the night sky, massive flames roared to life.
I turned back.
Five beauties including Ridella, one little girl, and the village chief.
'Send the women to the desert. Good thing I can use the space-transfer scroll to exit.'
I looked at the chief. His fierce aura was gone. After watching me kill his wife, son, and daughter-in-law right in front of him, even his spirit seemed broken.
I grabbed the chief by the throat and hurled him into the flames. His scream cut short.
"Don't forget why you survived. Heh."
The women shuddered as our eyes met.
???
I sent all the women except Ridella to the desert. I kept her because she was the most stunning—and letting the one who'd stabbed my heart go felt unsatisfying.
Besides, trekking in silence was boring. Having a pussy like hers made the journey enjoyable.
"Here?"
"Y-Yes. Yes, it is."
Ridella, walking beside me, nodded frantically and spoke politely. The result of three days of slow walking and training her.
I slipped my hand into her clothes. She accepted it silently. Savoring the soft feel of her breasts, I headed toward the city ahead.
Sector 8,010: Estor City.
Ruled by Baron Estor. Honestly, I had no idea who that even was.
"Halt."
Two armored soldiers blocked my path.
"What?"
"Are you a knight of the Valdert Ducal House?"
They recognized my cloak.
"Sharp eyes. Sung Yu-jin, knight of Valdert. Just passing through the city."
I expected them to salute and step aside. Given Elena's reputation, they should. But they didn't.
"Do you have a pass?"
"No."
"Apologies, but even a knight of the Valdert Ducal House can't enter without one."
"......How do I get a pass?"
"Issued inside the city."
"Fine. I'll get one inside. Move."
"As I said, no pass means no entry."
"......I'm a Valdert knight."
"No exceptions, even for Valdert knights."
I crossed my arms and glared.
"You trying to mess with me?"
"Lord's orders. Sorry."
"Go tell your lord I'm here."
"He anticipated this and told us: no exceptions."
I glanced around. A group camped by the right wall—probably passless like me.
"Them too?"
"Yes. In ten days, passes won't be needed."
"Makes no sense. Why this hassle?"
"You wouldn't know, coming from afar. Recently, unidentified people came, committed crimes, and fled. The lord, worried for the city, implemented passes."
"......When did it start?"
"Three days ago."
"Is Baron Estor neutral?"
"......"
"No answer."
"Not a question I can answer."
I turned to Ridella. She peeked at me and shook her head.
"B-Baron Estor is with the Imperial faction."
"I see."
I drew my Blazing Thunder Sword and stabbed one soldier's face. The other gaped in shock and yelled.
"Attack! It's an attack!!"
I approached. He swung his spear. Blue sword aura flared, slicing spear and armor in one stroke.
Thud!
The gate slammed shut.
Soldiers inside had moved fast.
I clenched my left fist. Black energy writhed.
Cheonma Divine Art: Dragon Fist.
Kwaaaang!
The gate shattered, debris flying back to crash on the ground.
Soldiers surrounded me. At the center, a middle-aged man snarled in fury.
"Valdert knight! What is the meaning of this?! This isn't a place for your rampage! Does Valdert approve?!"
"No. Just me."
Cheonma Divine Art: Heavenly Demon Sword.
The blue aura at my blade's tip turned pitch black.
The flickering black aura compressed along the edge. No flames—just pure black sword energy wrapping the blade.
Beyond sword aura.
Sword Gang.
I swung horizontally.
A black line slashed through, severing the soldiers' upper and lower bodies. Blood stained the ground.
"Kyaaaaah!"
Screams erupted as nearby citizens fled.
"Ridella."
"Y-Yes!"
"Guide me to the Thirst Legion."
"Yes!"
Ridella led the way. Even the assassin who'd pierced my heart now feared me.
"Here it is!"
"He's no Valdert knight! Just a pretender attacking Estor!"
"Kill him here!"
Soldiers and knights charged.
I raised my sword. Black winds gathered around it.
Cheonma Divine Art: Heavenly Demon Sword: Demon Wind.
The aura-laden gale rampaged, slashing soldiers and knights indiscriminately. In under ten seconds, they were mangled corpses on the ground.
I followed Ridella, slaughtering all who attacked.
The Thirst Legion's building appeared.
A three-story white structure. Looked like any ordinary residence.
Dozens stood in front.
'About fifty. One looks strong.'
The one in the middle. A middle-aged man in a bowler hat. Strongest here.
'Still weaker than me.'
Probably the Thirst Master.
"Valdert's hunting dog made it here. Must be pretty pissed."
"Thirsty as hell."
I raised my sword.
"No long talk. Who hired you to kill me?"
"Even if we all die here, we won't say. You'll never know the client."
"Baron Estor?"
"......"
He didn't flinch.
But I sensed it was Estor. An Imperial faction man, likely following the Crown Prince. The prince probably commissioned Thirst through him.
"I'll kill you all—and Baron Estor too."
"Madman. He's a noble. Kill without proof? You'll be the one dying. Think the Empire's nobles will sit idle if you kill him?"
Pfft.
I scoffed.
"Don't know who's behind me?"
"That Valdert bitch? Big mistake thinking she'll protect you forever."
"You know nothing of the Empire's Five Supremes."
The Empire's Five Supremes wouldn't blink if a lowly baron died by a slave's hand. Me killing Estor troubling Elena? Ridiculous.
"What?"
"Whatever. My mouth hurts. Die ignorant."
I drew up Cheonma energy from within.
"Now! Erect the barrier!!"