The Adventures of Clara
Night Without Sleep
23:37
Under the falling stars, 500 knights along with 2000 city guards created four layers of siege circles around the town square. On the other hand, soldiers who did not participate in the siege were busy evacuating the surrounding area and tightening the security parimeter.
Currently, Mayor Darton who had gritted his teeth and Detective Greyhorn cold-faced made the roof of the four-story building with a good viewpoint as the main headquarters of the operation.
"It is estimated that 25 civilians and several circus members have been taken hostage. We also got reports that the assistance from the adventurer side would be a little late" an aide reported.
"Heh. Those adventurers really ...."
"Since the beginning of this plan was made without considering the assistance of the adventurer side, so there was no problem. As for the hostage ...." Detective Greyhorn paused for a moment, then continued nonchalantly. "Save if possible. If it is considered disturbing, then kill it. You don't mind, do you, Mayor Darton?"
"I don't mind. But, mister Greyhorn, please choose your words more wisely."
The night wind was blowing pretty hard.
From the roof, a knight was negotiating with a clown-looking man.
The clown jumped up and down and went back to the circus tent. A moment later three hostages scattered in three different directions, regardless of the direction of the knights.
It didn't take long before the other seven hostages were also released.
"Snack."
The knights looked confused. But they swiftly held back, if necessary forcibly, hostages who wanted to run out of nowhere.
"Wine." Detekif Greyhorn's face turned dark. "Immediately isolate the hostages!"
Be late.
Just moments later a hostage burst into pieces, scorching the three knights who were trying to hold him. As if not enough, the blood and organs that were splattered also created aftershocks.
The chain of explosions from the scattered hostages created quite a number of casualties among the knights as well as the city guards.
"5-star villain, Mad Bomber, Kila King. I can't believe the guy made a deal with her. It is likely that the sisters of Tari-Ari were also present," Greyhorn murmured.
The City Guard's raut is getting ugly.
"That guy, how strong he is," asked Darton.
"If you ask about personal power, then he's not very strong. His martial arts were only at the earth level. His authority is rather troublesome. But clearly, the scariest thing about him was the tricks and traps he had set up. If you're not careful, you'll be like an insect trapped in a spider's web" Greyhorn said.
The Knight Battalion did not look panicked at all and immediately evacuated the casualties before finally re-establishing the siege formation. This proves their discipline and skill level.
Hard skin.
Fire resistance.
Night vision.
Weapon sharpening.
The group of magicians finished chanting support magic. Then the knights began to walk slowly, narrowing the siege circle. Along the way they destroyed various rides and tents that blocked the road.
Rain arrows shot through the giant circus tent in the middle of the square. The place was torn apart and looked like it would be destroyed at any moment.
They stopped walking then a group of people walked out from within the formation.
A special knight battalion was basically a collection of elites that specialized in conquering both monsters and dangerous villains.
Most members had martial skills at least at an advanced level.
Subsequently, the members in the battalion were re-screened and assembled into an even more elite independent unit. They are called judgment units.
The leader of this unit, O'hime, yawned and spoke to the other members with a sleepy expression, "Well. Let's quickly solve this problem."
Replies from other members were also not very enthusiastic.
Soon it was decided O'hime would lead the ten members to enter through the front door. While the 15 people led by Vice Captain Cody will enter through the back.
"As usual, 20 minutes without news, just burn it" O'hime told a knight of the siege leader.
"So sweet as always, uh. Promise brother not to die, okay? Even wounded should not," replied the knight commander.
O'hime felt disgusted but decided to ignore it. It was so bad because he had gotten used to his strange behavior.
He finally walked into the tent. What first entered his field of vision was a mountain of corpses from circus members. Looks like the other judgment knights who entered first have finished cleaning the surrounding area.
O'hime scrunched his forehead. After all he could never get used to the sight that could be said to be the daily meal of this unit of judgment.
"Hm?"
Soon he found an abnormality in the bodies.
No foul smell or rancid smell. But even stranger was that, whether it was a cut hand, a split body, or a severed head, there was neither blood nor innards. Or rather the inside of their body was empty. It was as if they were just wooden puppets.
A member approached and reported to O'hime. "As expected they are only puppets. But it is very expressive and difficult to distinguish from humans in general. Estimated at about 50. Combat skills like amateur soldiers. Some can use basic magic. In addition, if not handled properly they can explode on their own. This great partnership was the work of that man."
"An irritating "combination. Tedy and Riry guard this area for further inspection! The rest follow me!"
His lazy attitude has disappeared somewhere. The one here right now is the captain of the Judgment Unit, the Slaughterer, O'hime.
The circus tent itself is very spacious because it has been installed space expansion magic, with a capacity capable of accommodating approximately 8000 people.
The female knight with light armour entered the main area. Welcoming his arrival were hundreds of poison-covered arrows.
But long before hitting the target, the arrows turned off as if there was an invisible force forcing to change the direction of their motion.
Plok, plok, plok.
The sound of applause came from the middle of the stage. An old man wearing a magician costume scowled then bowed his body as if paying respect.
Around it, other circus members perform show attractions as if they were performing.
On stage, a show was indeed being played. But not a circus attraction, but a puppet show.
O'hime clucked in annoyance then shouted, "Jack! Stop messing. Quickly give up and die."
"Oho, how rude, yet still sweet as usual. Sit down this old man has already bothered to prepare a special show for you" replied the old man, Hymne Blackjack.
O'hime soared like a shot arrow.
Two people who appeared out of nowhere tried to block his movement. However, without reducing his speed O'hime ran to smash the two of them.
The two men looked confused. Before they finally felt the feeling as if the world was spinning. Soon they realize that it is not the world that is spinning, but their heads, with perfect cuts, regardless of where they belong.
O'hime moved as smoothly and freely as the wind blew.
"What a beautiful dance. It seems like your mastery of the Death God technique has increased yet again," Blackjack said.
Metal clangs sounded. Now blocking his way are two twin boys. Both of them had disgusting smiles on their faces.
"Aah! How, how beautiful you are, miss. Please ... LET ME TASTE YOU!"
"Pacify yourself, Brother. You can taste it after I kill him."
A great sense of disgust flooded O'hime. Never in his wildest dreams would that person cooperate with these two scum.
Both brothers, one is a rapist while the other is a serial killer.
Four-star fugitive, the Tari-Ari brothers.
On the bright side, O'hime could directly clean up these two trash cans so that they wouldn't be able to litter this world anymore.
Hm? Wait for.
Maybe this is the guy's plan?
Whatever.
The two trash moved towards O'hime from both sides.
The Captain easily avoided both attacks. He then kicked one of the brothers right upstream and sent him flying far back.
"Eh?"
Without wasting any time he immediately attacked the other trash who was gawking in confusion.
the two of them clashed with swords but it seemed very clear the difference between the two.
"Oi, oi, oi, oi, oi, oi, oi, oi, oi. Old sir! Isn't this girl too strong?"
"Didn't I warn you?" reply Blackjack, indifferent.
"Dam. Damnit. Shit."
While muttering the relentless curse of the No. 1 Trash desperately only to block the usual attacks from O'hime.
The Old Man seems to have no intention of helping while Trash No. 2 is taken care of by other members of the Judgment Unit.
"Damn!"
Without hesitation he took out his ace card. The trash rotated so fast that it formed a mini typhoon.
[Wind Circular Grinder]
The combination of his special moves with wind magic created a typhoon capable of attracting his enemies. The opponent who was sucked into the typhoon would soon be torn apart until no one could recognize him anymore.
Yet all of that came from assuming his opponent was an ordinary person. Dear thousand dear ones he was facing was a monster in the form of a human.
O'hime did a vertical slash.
[Loves Freedom]
This slash of his did not seem to contain any strength. But the results were surprising. The typhoon that was supposed to tear things apart immediately split in two. Not stopping until there, the trash that is the core of the typhoon also split.
"Nrank ...."
With this the world's trash is reduced by one. Looks like the other trash will also be destroyed soon.
O'hime immediately turned his gaze towards his original target.
"Jack ... It's not too late, you know?"
Blackjack did not pay attention to it.
"Come, oh my sweet daughter."
Without a doubt O'hime soared towards Blackjack. In an instant he was already in front of the man. Just need to move a few more inches and it'll all be over.
However, no matter how hard he tried, his sword could not be moved. It was as if an invisible wall was blocking him and Blackjack.
No. gabe.
O'hime soon realized. There were no walls and his body was also not troubled. The question was with the sword he used. Either since when, the thread of transparent wrapped around his beloved weapon very tightly.
He's sloppy.
Using his vision O'hime discovered that the entire stage, no, the entire tent was already filled with these threads. Moreover, this thread seemed to have no physical form.
Slowly, these threads also began to wrapped around the body of this female knight.
"I think it's enough to get here, yeah."
Two members of the judgment unit circling the stage try to stab Blackjack in the back. But ill-fated, they fared the same as O'hime.
"Then this old man left first."
An open mechanism. The criminal escaped through the bottom of the tent.
However, O'hime had absolutely no time to complain. His instincts screamed out a warning bell.
And it's true.
A haze of smoke came out from under the stage.
Then ... Big explosions happen.
