Chapter 36 -Destroying the bases

Chapter 36 -Destroying the bases

Upon quickly receiving the information from the other professors after Morris left, Eric breathed a sigh of relief.

The report revealed that the damage was minimal, and the students were safe, although Harley's whereabouts remained unknown.

Alongside this sense of relief, Eric felt a surge of pride witnessing the bravery of students like Danica, Arthur, Lilia, and Cris amidst the chaos.

However, the reappearance of the Sword Devil was the most shocking development of all.

In the past, the Sword Devil had caused bloodshed in his pursuit of those responsible for attempting to assassinate Dwight.

He had swiftly razed the second-strongest assassin organization to the ground, eliminating every member within a single day.

This ruthless act sent shockwaves of turmoil and chaos throughout the world.

The Sword Devil's unparalleled strength and fearsome swordsmanship were subjects of much speculation.

Despite numerous attempts, nobody had been able to ascertain the origin of his formidable blade.

Just the mention of his name was enough to strike fear into the hearts of powerful clans and organizations.

What made him even more terrifying was his affiliation with the Starlight Clan.

For many years, the Sword Devil had remained elusive, leading some to believe he had ascended or departed from this world, while others claimed he was already deceased.

However, his recent appearance and involvement in the defeat of the Black Cat and the Black Serpent shattered these assumptions.

In this world, numerous Beast Rulers existed, and the loss of one had significant implications for the beasts. However, they remained unafraid of retaliation.

Eric now understood why Morris had made a hasty escape. He must have received a report that his subordinates had been decimated, including the assassination of the 10th-ranked member of his organization.

Eric was certain that the Sword Devil would seek to hunt down Morris's organization and eradicate it.

The Sword Devil's methods were terrifying; rumors circulated that he possessed the ability to extract the memories of those he killed, likely granting him knowledge of the organization's base locations.

"Heh, that's what you get for not considering the consequences of involving Master David's son,"

Eric sneered at Morris, realizing that the latter had overestimated his abilities by relying on support from the devil of the demonic sect.

With this in mind, Eric resolved to formulate a plan to address the situation and calm the anger of the students' families.

.................

Sword Devil materialized within the dimly lit corridors of one of the Assassin House's hidden bases.

The air grew heavy with tension as his presence filled the room.

His black eyes scanned the surroundings, his gaze piercing through the shadows with an intensity that sent shivers down the spines of the assassins stationed there.

A guard caught sight of him and mustered the courage to ask for his identity.

"Who are you?"

Sword Devil smiled and said.

"Sword Devil."

The guard's eyes widened in terror as he beheld the middle-aged man with short crimson hair and deep black eyes.

'What?'

The image of Sword Devil was known to the world and the assassins of the assassin house knew his identity.

Overwhelmed by fear, the guard lost consciousness, collapsing to the ground.

"Tsk," Sword Devil snickered, not expecting the guard to faint due to fear.

Drawing upon his unique ability, Sword Devil reached out with his mind, delving into the memories of Black Cat.

The memories unfolded before him, revealing the hidden secrets of the organization's clandestine operations.

With each passing moment, Sword Devil's knowledge grew, allowing him to pinpoint the exact locations of the three bases belonging to the Assassin House.

'Found ya.'

Equipped with this newfound information, Sword Devil embarked on his mission of retribution and appeasement to his young master.

His steps were measured and purposeful as he navigated the corridors, his red sword held firmly in his grip.

The assassins who caught sight of him froze in terror, recognizing the notorious blade and realizing that the legendary Sword Devil had arrived to exact his vengeance.

The news of Black Cat's demise and the shattered life orb within the organization had sent shockwaves throughout the ranks.

The higher-ups were alarmed by the unfolding situation.

Before her death, Black Cat had managed to send messages, warning them about the impending arrival of Sword Devil.

Whispers of fear and panic spread rapidly among the assassins.

They were all too aware of the stories surrounding the Sword Devil—tales of his merciless killings and unparalleled skill with the blade. The assassins attempted to gather their wits, tightly clutching their weapons as they prepared for the impending battle.

Recognizing the urgency, the higher-ups quickly dispatched their strongest assassins stationed at the three bases.

Boom!

The sound of explosions reverberated through the air, mingling with the panicked voices of the assassins.

"The Sword Devil is here!" someone shouted, but before they could react, an attack struck their neck, swiftly severing their head from their body.

Sword Devil continued to advance calmly, showing no concern that anyone could escape the base.

He had already set up a formation outside, sealing off any means of escape.

Raven Night, the 9th-ranked assassin known for his agility and expertise in stealth, emerged from the shadows, his daggers poised for attack.

Despite his nervousness, Raven Night knew that if he didn't take action, they would all meet their demise.

He attempted to launch a surprise attack on Sword Devil, aiming for his blind spot.

'Die!'

However, Sword Devil's senses were honed to perfection.

He effortlessly evaded Raven Night's initial assault, countering with a swift and precise slash that left Raven Night gasping for air.

With a single stroke, Raven Night fell to the ground, lifeless.

"What?"

The 8th and 7th-ranked assassins, who had been watching from the shadows, were stunned by Raven Night's swift defeat.

'How terrifying!'

Fear washed over them, causing their confidence to waver.

They had become complacent in their strength, forgetting what true fear felt like.

The two assassins exchanged messages telepathically, deciding to make a desperate attempt to stall for time.

Dead Eyes, the 8th-ranked assassin and a master of marksmanship positioned himself at a distance, his crossbow trained on Sword Devil.

He unleashed a flurry of bolts, each shot calculated to find its mark.

However, Sword Devil moved with supernatural grace, effortlessly evading the projectiles.

In a blur of movement, he closed the distance between them, his blade finding its mark with deadly accuracy.

"What?"

Dead Eyes collapsed, his life extinguished by Sword Devil's sword.

Witnessing the top assassin's demise before their eyes, the remaining assassins who had been observing fled for their lives.

"Run, we are no match for him!"

Night Hunter, the 7th ranked and final defender, stood his ground with a mix of fear.

He understood that the fate of the base rested upon his shoulders.

With a silent prayer, he called out for reinforcements, desperately hoping that their leader would arrive in time to save them from this unstoppable force.

Removing his concealment, Night Hunter approached Sword Devil with a forced smile.

"Sword Devil, why have you come to our humble organization?"

He bowed, though his body trembled with nerves.

Sword Devil sneered in response, "Of course, to collect lives." His young master had made it clear—leave no one alive."

"Are you not afraid of our leader's vengeance?"

Night Hunter's goal was to stall for time, but his hopes were shattered when Sword Devil replied, "Your leader will also meet the same fate."

With a single strike, Night Hunter fell, his body joining the fallen comrades scattered across the base.

Despair settled over everyone's hearts, realizing that all their efforts had been in vain.

Sword Devil's dominance was absolute, his presence an unrelenting force of destruction.

"All of you shall die," Sword Devil declared.

The base descended into an eerie silence, broken only by the echoes of Sword Devil's footsteps as he continued his relentless advance.

Having achieved his objective, he decided to end it immediately, as there were still two more bases to conquer.

In just 10 minutes, one of the Assassin House's strongest bases was destroyed, and not a single person managed to escape.

Sword Devil surveyed the aftermath, gazing upon the thousands of lifeless bodies, yet his expression remained unchanged as if he had merely slaughtered a flock of chickens.

"Onto the next target," he declared.

Without delay, he swiftly moved towards the second base located nearby.

After some time, he razed the second base to the ground, obliterating every trace of the Assassin House within.

The top-ranked assassins ranked 4th, 5th, and 6th guarding the second base, fell before his sword, as he showed no mercy, leaving no one alive.

With two bases decimated, Sword Devil set his sights on the organization's final stronghold—their main base.

'Last one.'

Meanwhile, in the aftermath of Sword Devil's departure, Morris materialized at the scene.

Anger surged within him as he witnessed the devastation that had befallen one of his bases.

"Argghh, you will pay for this, Sword Devil!" he roared in frustration, his eyes filled with fury.

He is determined to catch up with him and salvage what he can. Morris hastily made his way to the main base, hoping that he was not too late to prevent further catastrophe.