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Chapter 152: The Path Leading To The Cold Hell (3)

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Absurd rumors had begun circulating throughout Dreitherial in the last few days.

[There’s a secret vault left behind by the Soviets somewhere in the sewers.]

From the back-alley bars to the factories in the east, and even the theaters frequented by Mages and merchants in the western district.

The rumors spread rapidly, almost as if someone was intentionally sowing them.

Naturally, those with common sense casually dismissed the idea. How long had it been since the Soviets abandoned this city? So, why did it just appear right now?

And even if, by some miracle, such a vault did exist, it would have already been looted by the previous Count Palatines long ago.

There was no need to dwell on it any further.

But as was often the case with this city’s gossip, rebuttals from the sensible ones were quick to be drowned out.

There were too few rational thinkers and far too many drunks willing to spread rumors for the price of a drink.

[The rumored Magic Tower Master’s Arcane Relic and the World Tree’s crystal—they all supposedly came from the secret vault!]

[The outsiders who came

The man didn’t make any attempt to dodge. Instead, he stomped on a zombie and leaped high into the air.

Just as Neti was taken by surprise, a red beam erupted from the mouth of the cow-headed figure.

The beam struck the man directly—Red Light of Death, a mid-tier curse magic.

The man … remained unharmed. From his waist, a brilliant, multicolored light radiated, deflecting the beam entirely.

“…A unicorn horn?”

The cow-headed Shepherd faltered in panic. The pig-headed ones began to chant new spells belatedly, but none were able to act faster than the man’s descent.

The man swung his sword swiftly, its pale yellow glow slicing through one of the pig-headed Shepherds’ necks effortlessly.

Blood sprayed as one of the Shepherds became a headless corpse. And before his blood could even hit the ground, the cow-headed Shepherd swung a fist, and the pig-headed one drew a pistol.

Had the man anticipated this? The man retrieved his sword and swung it horizontally once again. It wasn’t just a fast strike—it was a precise swordmanship, one that he could wield with familiarity against the shepherds.

His blade severed the cow-headed Shepherd’s arm and split the pistol-wielding pig-headed one at the waist.

As the severed arm hung in the air, the pig-headed one’s body split open and the pistol clattered to the ground.

“!”

With the final guttural cry of the pig-headed Shepherd, all but one of the Shepherds lay dead on the ground.

“W-Who are you?”

The man didn’t reply. Instead, he simply swung his sword in the air, shaking off the dirty blood of Shepherds and zombies, and stepped toward the remaining cow-headed Shepherd.

The battle was as good as over, but the cow-headed Shepherd refused to give up. His repulsive bloodshot eyes gleamed dangerously as he prepared one final spell.

The spell he wove was simple and efficient— Corpse Explosion, using the dead pig-headed Shepherds and his own body as the materials.

It was so blatant that even Neti, hiding behind the Invisibility Cloak, was able to notice it, but the real issue was the speed. The spell didn’t take long to prepare and it could be completed with just a few words.

“Die—!”

However, the cow-headed Shepherd never got the chance to complete his spell. The moment he began to chant, an ice spike waiting behind his head pierced right through his skull.

Neti unconsciously swallowed nervously. He had taken down all those Shepherds that easily? Who on earth was this guy? Had such a person always been in this city?

As she wrestled with her own thoughts, the man turned his head sharply in her direction. His gaze locked onto her exact position.

Could it be…

Neti held her breath and pressed herself flat against the sewer wall. The now-masterless zombies were loitering aimlessly, blocking any potential escape routes.

The man began walking toward her. How was he able to see her through the Invisibility Cloak? No, that wasn’t the point. What now? Should she fight? Run?

As her mind raced, the man casually sheathed his sword and began rubbing his face with his hand.

One smooth motion, as if he was wiping something away—and when he lowered his hand, his face had transformed into someone she knew.

“…Oh my, it’s you, brother-in-law?”

Neti spoke in a voice filled with equal parts disbelief and surprise.

Yeomyeong was about to answer with a laugh, but sensing something, he hurriedly raised his index finger and pressed it against his lips. It was a gesture asking her to stay quiet.

Like the obedient sibling she was, Neti immediately clamped her mouth shut. And in the meantime, Yeomyeong’s face shifted back to the unfamiliar visage.

What was he doing? Neti wondered, tilting her head in confusion, when a familiar voice echoed from the direction the Rat Beastfolks had fled.

“I’d like to take some of those monsters’ corpses off your hands. How much would that cost me?”

The voice belonged to none other than Eastern Count Palatine Bykov.