Chapter 420 – Swamp Food

Bang -!

The shabby door was shattered by the kick, and fragments became embedded in the mud.

At the same time, all eyes flocked to Roman, who stood in the center of the swamp without hesitation.

‘Is that person the platinum of the empire?’

The corner of the Great Master’s eyes twitched as he watched the situation with his disciples under the tree.

As sacred energy was swirling inside the house, I thought they would hide together or hold out for time with the power of the saint, but it was unexpected that they appeared so proudly with so many people.

Daejeonsa watched the inside of the house visible through the blown door.

‘In the meantime, they captured only the saint and prevented her from escaping… Is that really the saint of the empire?’

An incredibly dense texture built in a short period of time. Although the great priest had lived for quite a long time, it was a solid domain that no priest I had ever seen could compete with.

If you want to destroy it, it is possible, but it will take a lot of time.

As long as the person called Howie exists now, that action is unwise.

Roman was the first to speak out amidst the silent wariness of the people who were looking at him.

“I was satisfied because it seemed like more famous guests came than expected. This is enough to say that I was treated like a VIP.”

“””···.”””

Roman appeared, twirling a dagger in his hand, and his steps were as light as if he had gone for a walk after a meal.

He spoke without any tension, looked around him, and showed a sneer that anyone could see.

“I am grateful that you voluntarily came to die in a quiet place. From experience, swamps like this are perfect for dumping corpses.”

Roman, who finished his sentence with a characteristic accent of his people, turned his gaze directly towards the great warrior.

As the situation is a situation, the people gathered here are not a ragtag bunch. A clear provocation carried out alone in the face of many such enemies.

The atmosphere is turbulent like waves.

“You’re so arrogant about humans… Master Warrior. We’ll go.”

“Don’t get angry, just wait. The beastmen will come first.”

When the disciples, who were enraged by the sentences and gaze uttered by the opponent, immediately drew their swords and seemed ready to rush in, the great warrior stopped them with a sweep of his smooth chin.

The consideration continues later.

‘He looks like a human who hasn’t even lived for 50 years.’

Daejeonsa does not know about human lifespan or age, but he only knows that lifespan is generally short.

He certainly looked younger than the two knights of the Empire that remain clearly in my memory, so I can only judge him based on that information.

‘You’re a strange human being.’

Should we judge a series of seemingly reckless actions as the recklessness of a talented youngster? No, it is impossible to assert.

To make such a convenient conclusion, there may be an undisclosed plan as they are the pinnacle of the Imperial Adventurer’s Guild.

Even a saint born with Blanc’s bloodline has always mentioned that his guard is suspicious.

‘I can’t feel anything clearly. Even so, it is difficult to simply dismiss it as an artifact…’

There is no wave of power that surges like crazy like Theodore, or an energy that grows like a mountain like Vulcan.

It was strange. It’s heterogeneous. Unless there is no mana, I can’t feel it.

To put it metaphorically, it is an empty sensation like an inanimate object.

“···.”

If I had had a saint accompany me here, I would have listened to the circumstances in detail and continued my reasoning.

Unfortunately, it was he who ordered Lord Verois Blanc to prepare a safe place to hide the saint.

‘First, let’s take a look at Platinum’s skills.’

While the Great Master was shaking his head with his disciples.

The beastmen with dark gray fur took a low stance and were narrowing the distance to Roman step by step.

“Humans of the Empire. Because we are mere living beings, we fear the Creator’s divine punishment.”

“So?”

Among the growling beasts, a particularly large beastman approached Roman with strides.

Even at a glance, it creates a shadow with a body so large that it is only a head taller, and reveals its oppressive molars.

Roman and Atra are able to identify this gray-furred beastman with almost certainty based on Varian’s information.

Wolf beasts of the Lankov bloodline, characterized by gray fur and saw-like nails that become more prominent as their blood becomes darker.

As with any race, there is a unique group of beastmen who oppose the truce and have a realistic symbiotic relationship with the elves.

“We have no intention of killing the saint. Do you understand? If you explain in detail the purpose of your visit so far and treat her well, we will let you go without pain.”

“What if you don’t like it?”

“The forest will scream to leave and spit out the truth. This body will tear off its limbs and scatter them as food for the swamp.”

A situation that rarely arises in the capital of the empire anymore.

Roman couldn’t control the laughter that rose up, wondering how long it had been since he had received such a bold and energetic threat.

“Well, the Federal Bureau of Investigation isn’t bad in this respect either.”

“Smile?”

“It’s hard to act hard just by smiling.”

“Human. I guess you haven’t figured out the situation yet.”

As he was about to say something, Roman intervened and cut his opponent off.

“So. How long are you going to flutter around with only your snout? If you walk on two legs, will wolves also become herbivores?”

“…Everyone, don’t come forward. I will deal with this person.”

The beastman’s expression turned grim and he warned the group.

A blue aura hovered over his fingernails.

As if that was a signal, a group of gray fur took their places around Roman.

Tzuzu-

The sound of sharp claws pushing against slippery mud to support one’s body.

In places where the conversation breaks down and dies, your ears become more sensitive.

Considering the power that comes from the thick body of Lankov’s direct descendant, it would be able to tear apart a decent human body in one go and leave long gashes on the floor.

“Kaaah -!!!”

“Oh.”

Exciting spirit resulting from experience so far.

With that.

A claw struck upward from below flew at Roman.

Boom.

“···?”

A full swing that goes back to your waist. Nevertheless, a question arises from the gentle wind pressure that can be felt by the ears.

I don’t feel as strong as usual.

‘Continuing.’

However, there is no option to stop the attack.

The moment you erase the question from your head and try to move your shoulders once again.

The beastman’s movements stopped at the strange picture that caught his eye.

“It’s definitely sharper than most knives. You can pull it out and make anything.”

Roman, holding the severed arm of a prisoner, muttered as if criticizing.

An illustration of someone tapping a saw blade-like nail with a dagger.

“!”

Thick arms with dark gray fur. It is cut and held in a human hand.

It was one of his all too familiar limbs.

“Oh, Mr. Oquem?!”

One of the prisoners who had been camped to prevent Roman from escaping let out a voice full of astonishment.

Since she had been ordered not to step forward, her feet twitched and she lost her senses.

“···Phew!”

Suin, who has accepted that her own arm has been cut off, shows her confusion through her eyes and tries to stop the bleeding.

Roman, who threw the body he was holding into the swamp, stabbed the chest of the prisoner in front of him with a dagger and pushed him away.

“Dog. Your name is Okum? Lankov Okum or Okum Lankov? I don’t know much about beastman society, so I’m trying to learn.”

“This person···!”

The prisoner’s eyes change from embarrassment to anger.

In front of his subordinates, he finds himself in a situation where he is stabbed by a human with a dagger as if he was playing with it, and then steps back.

It may be that my instincts overtook my reason by creating a picture in my head of losing face.

“This?”

Roman waited for the next words with an expectant expression on his face.

The camp that the beastmen are attacking becomes narrower.

“The human bastard-!!!”

The beastman opened his mouth and tried to bite Roman with his mouth.

Wow -!

After being hit by his fist, my jaw was forced shut and I spat out my shattered yellow teeth into the air.

There, I saw the refreshingly open neck and the movements continued like water.

As the dagger plunges into his neck, Oquen falls like an axed tree, accompanied by foam of blood.

Lankov’s group surrounding him rushed towards Roman.

“Empty hands…! You have to kill me now!”

“Avenge Oquim!”

This is the best opportunity of all, as I left the dagger I was holding stuck in the ground.

As dozens of beasts rushed at each other, it seemed to the criminal that the situation would end at any moment due to the overwhelming amount of water.

But this land is different.

Quantity is important, but what is more powerful than that is the overwhelming individual.

“Kkegaeng-!!”

A primal scream engraved in the beastman’s genes echoed through the swamp.

Roman grabs the tail of the fallen prisoner in the midst of the mess. Let’s throw it to the elves who are just watching.

“Her.”

The great warrior laughed and grabbed the sword on his back.

He cut the flying beast into pieces with a single blow and put the sword back into its sheath.

“This is a person who is completely accustomed to murder. If they had seen it, they would have said it was a textbook for murder.”

“···Daejeonsa.”

“I’m not the type of person to deal with on your level. I’m in your way, so stay here.”

There wasn’t even a shred of sincerity visible as they slaughtered those gray furballs.

Even though dozens of lives were lost, there was no information worth referencing.

‘Useless things.’

Daejeon clicked his tongue and moved on as the group of beasts died without even being able to inflict a single wound on a human.

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A massacre that occurred in a short period of time.

It was not a good sight to see corpses that had been hit with fists and feet, their bones collapsing or their heads exploded.

“Take the limbs apart and spread them as food for the swamp. It’s a simple and good method.”

Roman recalled what he had heard at first, and kicked the bodies of the prisoners that were in his way and pushed them into the sticky water.

And look up.

He saw an elf approaching him.