126 – Liquidation of the Past (3)
Claude Lane constantly moved his legs. Jump over trenches and run through fire without hesitation.
The soldiers of the Azov National Liberation Front, who were aiming their guns in the trenches, couldn’t bear to pull the trigger at that swift movement.
Because of how fast he passed by his allies in an instant.
“Sir, what the f*ck?! Did you just see it?”
“He’s a Ukrnian!! Shoot!! What are you idiots doing!!”
Although they belatedly lifted their guns at Claude Lane, who passed right in front of them.
Took.
“What is this?”
“??”
“Cheer, Chugryu…” … !”
Quaaang!!
The bomb that Claude threw earlier explodes and turns into a handful of ashes.
He was always comfortable alone.
To move alone on the battlefield was tantamount to committing suicide, but Claude was against it.
For the war hero himself, the existence of an ally was more like his sandbag.
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He didn’t have to consider too much when he moved alone. He did not need to save his allies in danger, nor did he need to fine-tune the deployed troops one by one.
If you see it, shoot it.
If there are no bullets, cut with a sword.
If it doesn’t even have that, it emits mana.
In the opposite case, it was much simpler.
What if I get shot?
Die or live, either.
If you can’t kill him in one hit, Claude will never fall. He fearlessly pursues the enemy who points a gun at him and decapitates him.
The butcher of lightning.
Is there a nickname more suitable for Claude Lane?
Because the only thing left after the purple lightning had passed was a corpse.
It was a nickname that gave awe to allies and fear to enemies.
‘One, two, five. 600 North.’
Claude Lane’s eyes turned quickly. He quickly counted the number of people and measured the distance of those who were targeting him.
Parts Side!!
“Chain Lightning!!”
Purple mana spurts out, and sharp chains of lightning entwine the five Azov soldiers.
“Aagh!!!”
The muscle-burning electric shock trampled the soldiers in the trenches that had been organized in an instant, and sprinted toward the direction where gunshots reverberated.
‘Seven rifles. Six pistols. A total of thirteen. Mana…… I think I can use about 10 intermediate level magics from now on.’
It seems that the world calls himself a monster, but Claude’s magical talent was not that overwhelming compared to other mages.
A second-class purple mage.
Unlike Lumia Bluena, Bell Meyer, and Roxanna Elim, who are first-class mages certified by the state.
Claude Lane, who is only a 2nd class, can’t fire magic at will.
But that’s enough.
In order to kill the old man of Alamut, he had to put aside his efficiency and put his all into it.
In front of Claude’s eyes.
Purple flames rose from the trenches not far away. A single gunshot followed.
And it is felt vividly.
The scent of a nightmare.
“─!!!”
Claude Lane gritted his teeth and ran. He is an old man from Alamut. His intuition was telling him that.
The only hope that has come to the life of the unfortunate Claude, who has lived his whole life as a troublemaker in the back alley.
Lilia.
There is a person in front of her who has molested her and extracted her heart after torturing her.
A nemesis who can never be forgiven, who must be put to death even at the cost of his own life.
Claude threw himself into the trench as if possessed.
And finally.
An old man’s face came into view, pointing a gun at the Hilton Kalia.
Hilton’s expression was contorted with pain.
Red blood flowed from her shoulder.
A pistol that smokes for the first time.
A faint smile appeared on the old man’s face.
Her reason for not killing her in one shot would be the same as her 10 years ago.
The old man of Alamut is having fun.
Just like he did to his own wife.
This time towards his subordinates.
I poured out that ugly desire.
“Hasan Kurshaaa!!!!!!!!!!”
A name that no one knows but yourself.
Kill.
Kill him, and wet his floor with his blood.
With a roar like that of a beast, Claude pulled the trigger.
Bang! Bang!!!! Taang!!
The empty cartridge case comes out and rolls on the floor. Hassan Kursha immediately snapped his fingers, and his form disappeared in smoke.
The bullet, which was aimed at the old man, accurately penetrated the head of the shaman standing behind him.
“Hilton!!!”
“…… Middle, chief.”
The red-soaked lips were warm.
My heart felt like it had been stabbed with a needle. How long has it been since you felt this feeling?
Since catching his wife’s brutal death, pity has been a non-existent feeling for Claude. Having compassion is only for those less fortunate than yourself.
Beginning with the feeling of pity for someone who has fallen to that dark abyss.
It was because he thought to himself that he couldn’t do it to anyone.
However, Claude Lane’s feelings for Hilton Calia were clear compassion.
A specter, like himself, haunted by memories of a terrible past.
Even though 10 years have passed, I still hold on to the feelings I couldn’t bear to clear up.
A girl who has only developed hatred for Azov.
Is that why?
For the first time, Claude sympathized with Hilton Calia’s feelings.
Take a look at all of his subordinates, superiors, and colleagues.
After Lilia, Lieutenant Hilton Calia was the first person Claude approached first.
“Be patient…… I will definitely send you alive.”
Claude said as he hugged her. Hilton’s hand slowly moves up and caresses the cheek.
“Don’t overdo it.”
Her eyes were closed. It has reached its limit in the end. To the extent that she endured so far, Hilton’s condition was a mess.
She wasn’t the only one who suffered from her gunshot wounds.
One leg was clearly marked with burn marks, and the chilly skin was the effect of Alamut’s curse.
Traces of torture.
At the sight of him calmly doing this in the middle of the battlefield, Claude’s eyes burned with anger.
“Claude Lane.”
A devil’s voice echoes right in front of the eardrum. Claude laid Hilton Calia intact next to her trench and drew her dagger.
Pistol in one hand, dagger in the other.
“It’s been a while.”
“Were we supposed to say hello like this?”
Flash!
A flash of light went off, and Claude’s body began to accelerate. The sound of air bursting at a speed that even the eyes cannot follow shakes the trenches.
Parts side, Key Yiing!!!!
The sword stroke, entwined in lightning, aimed precisely at the nape of the old man’s neck, but just before it touched the skin, the sword’s trajectory was disturbed.
A strange power that hinders the flow of highly concentrated mana.
Azov’s spell.
“Somehow, I felt like I could meet you today. I am really happy to see you again.”
Hassan, who lightly evaded Claude’s sword, said with a smile.
The butcher of lightning did not answer.
If it bounces, push it until it pierces it.
Kang, Kagagak!!
Keying!! Par side!!
The blade slips on the invisible barrier. The moment the shimmering lightning swung, it dispersed into the air and disappeared.
“It hasn’t rusted even after 10 years!! Rather sharper, hahahahaha!!”
Awesome.
Move faster.
Stronger, more accurate, sharper!!
Fix the dagger and swing it. A feeling of resistance at the fingertips. It digs into the moment when magic is manifested.
“?!”
“Dog, bastard—!!!”
A word that contains the regret of ten years.
Tsupat, jeezu!!
Purple lightning penetrates the gap in the magic barrier that was never penetrated. Embarrassment froze in Hassan’s eyes, who had been consistent in his relaxed attitude, and reflexively quickly turned his body back.
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Cut.
However, it is shallow.
Hassan Kursha grabbed the scar left on her neck. Her blood runs through her fingers.
“Amazing. Amazing, truly amazing…….”
It was like that then too.
After annihilating the 42nd Regiment and destroying their corpses, Alamut, who completed a huge spell, succeeded in transferring the sons of Azov to the mainland by invoking a large-scale space movement spell.
While the Ukrnian army, which had lost its objective, was wandering around.
Alamut’s detached corps, including Hassan Kursha, were also leisurely preparing for eviction.
There are no troops to pursue them. By the time he noticed it belatedly and chased after it, it would have been too late.
Strategically defeated.
The tactical victory that will be promised in the future will be achieved.
And the one that appeared then.
It was Claude Lane.
It’s just a gift. The shamans who rushed at the V-shaped rank insignia were separated from their necks with a flash of light.
A single beast rushed at it against the backdrop of a pattering red shower.
Twenty detached members, who had selected only the best among Alamut, were annihilated by only one Ukrnian mage.
-A ferocious beast. Was there a warrior like this in Ukraine?
– There…… Stand…… !!
-I am Hassan Kursha, old man of Alamut. I’m hoping to meet you later, Sergeant Claude Lane.
While Claude, who had lost his temper, was slaughtering the members of Alamut, Hassan Kursha completed the spell.
In front of his eyes, he disappeared leaving only his name behind.
That was 10 years ago.
And once again, history repeats itself.
“We meet again at last, Thunderbolt Butcher.”
“I will tear your body apart so no one will recognize you.”
Parts Side!!!
Kurleung, Bang!!!
Lightning of different colors collided, and the two predators attacked almost simultaneously.