Chapter 74 · 9 min
Chapter 74
Chapter 74
Alarm (6)
#74
Silence descended.
Arazan and Benden’s eyes widened round.
“If Iolien. Surely.”
“C-the one who destroyed Kargai··· surely the same person?”
Definitely a name in memory.
The monster that destroyed Kargai and the goal of this journey.
To think that person and the mysterious person in front of the eyes were related.
Bran continued.
“Say something. Already all revealed.”
“······.”
“Don’t like the title of Iolien’s dog bastard? Then how about this.”
His gaze was staying on the mysterious person’s greatsword.
It was the reason he noticed the identity at once.
Even though wearing a mask the guy exposed a decisive clue.
A subtle wave pattern on the blade similar to real Damascus steel.
That kind of steel with a sensual pattern could not be obtained anywhere.
The corner of Bran’s mouth rose.
“Frost Lion Mercenary Group.”
“······!”
“As expected large companies are good. Making a solid greatsword with Morken mountain iron.”
Although not unreasonable since Iolien has the exclusive mining rights.
Whether stabbed in the vital point the greatsword shook for an instant.
‘Seems real. As expected.’
It was the moment suspicion turned into conviction.
From that friend’s position it might be unfair.
It is not that he embedded a lion face in the pommel, just matched seeing only the blade pattern.
But what can be done.
Except the time eating rice and shitting I poured everything into this game.
Finally a voice leaked from outside the wolf mask.
“···You. What is your identity.”
“Unnecessarily sweet. Unpleasant.”
Bran frowned.
It was a beautiful voice that does not match the size.
Benden stammered and opened his mouth.
“F-Frost Lion Mercenary Group if surely that called the strongest in the north···.”
“Right. Because Iolien is the leader there.”
“Hueuk.”
Benden froze.
A natural reaction.
Because the Frost Lion Mercenary Group was a large mercenary group whose name rings not only in the north but to the empire.
The fact that the enemy we have to eliminate is their leader was sufficient to break morale.
Unable to endure the mysterious person’s mouth burst out a roar.
“Answer!”
The corridor rang thunderously.
Composing his posture the mysterious person rushed in like lightning.
At the pressure that tingles the fingertips Arazan shrugged her shoulders.
“Bran!”
“See. You also get annoyed because communication does not work.”
However Bran did not waver.
Now he could see and respond to this much.
Paat!
The energy of Smash filled along the blade.
It was the moment the widely swung slash collided with the greatsword.
Boooom-!!!
Along with a roar as if a carriage ramming the mysterious person bounced back.
“Keueuk!”
The wolf mask broke.
Boooom!
The mysterious person who flew in a straight line drove into a stone pillar.
Exploding dust swallowed his form.
“My god.”
Benden’s mouth opened.
Unlike the mysterious person Bran was only pushed two steps.
Turning the longsword one round and gripping Bran muttered softly.
“Okay.”
The condition was not bad.
It seemed not only the companions grew on the Kargai Plateau.
Of course carelessness was forbidden.
When the mysterious person flew the covered vision opened.
At the appearance of the finally revealed central hall Arazan and Benden were astonished.
“What···.”
“Th-this is!”
It was a space giving a completely different impression from the Letunir until now.
The hall wide enough hard to contain in one glance was decorated with all kinds of luxurious decorations and finishing materials.
Although a scenery as if satirizing the reality of a dictatorship country, what enters the eyes now was not that.
【Kiririk. Kiririk!】
【Geu···geueo···.】
Although there was no otherworld rift monsters were wandering everywhere.
At least over forty.
Not only cleaners but other hideous things were plentiful.
『The presence of the otherworld presses you!』
The red beads rolling in various places made one guess the tragedy that occurred here.
Most were existences that crossed from the otherworld but occasionally other things were mixed.
【Praise the··· great one···.】
Although clearly having a human form tentacles were growing in various places of the body.
Purple tentacles were tearing the eye sockets and arms and legs, the middle of the chest and wriggling.
Bran clicked his tongue.
“Tsk. Erosion started.”
If two days passed since the rift occurred it is understandable.
The end of one without resistance exposed to the otherworld.
The bizarre waves emitted from the Outer God twist the essence of life.
The monsters that discovered the group let out monster cries.
【Kieeeek!】
【Kirureuk! Kieee!】
It did not seem the meaning of welcome.
The monsters that stood their tentacles began to swarm at once.
Bran said.
“Two people. Please.”
Along with the Frost Lion there was no room to mind those too.
To obtain a certain victory he had to concentrate only on the mysterious person in front of the eyes.
Arazan drew the bow.
“Yes. Leave it.”
“Hueap, chaha! I’ll also struggle!”
Benden also nodded.
Kang! Kang! Kang!
Suddenly taking out a pot he began madly hitting the pot with a dagger.
An earnest shout burst out.
“This side! Ugly guys!”
【Geureuk?!】
The monsters’ attention was drawn.
At the sudden eccentricity Arazan smiled.
“Good strategy.”
Simple but intuitive.
She began running toward the exit of the hall together with Benden.
While continuously shooting arrows.
Puhak! Puhak!
The monsters whose vital points were pierced began falling one by one.
【Ke, keeeeeek!】
The monster cries became larger.
The monsters that got angry began chasing the two with their backs to Bran.
Suddenly, a familiar voice rang out.
“···Absurd.”
It was the pillar side.
As the dust cleared the mysterious person’s appearance was revealed.
He was staring at Bran while driving the greatsword into the ground.
Except the mask breaking he looked very intact.
Sweeping his bangs the youth growled lowly.
“Even without that the heat is rising because of the cripple king··· this is where these miscellaneous guys came out from again.”
It was a youth with a wild impression.
Bran’s eyes opened round.
“You are···.”
A known face.
He had seen a few times while progressing the game in the past.
One of the Frost Lion’s executives, although not a particularly high rank.
‘Although a strong guy. Whether to say relatively lucky.’
No matter how much he squeezed his head the name not coming to memory was the evidence.
Indeed, if a high-level executive he would have noticed the existence the moment entering Letunir.
The youth frowned.
“Do you know me?”
“To some extent. Where did the remaining one go?”
“Went down to the city and is venting. Because the heat received is the same as me.”
“What?”
Bran flinched.
This news was a bit not fun.
The faces of Ilark and Kale who would be rampaging in the city flashed before his eyes.
Capturing Bran’s reaction the youth raised one corner of his mouth.
“The expression is not good. Did you leave a friend in the city?”
“You···.”
“Sorry but you cannot leave this royal castle. What kind of guys, and for what purpose entered I’ll ask step by step after cutting the arms and legs. How you know about us too.”
He slowly raised the greatsword.
Fighting spirit incomparable to when facing in the corridor was wavering over the youth’s shoulders.
Silent Bran opened his mouth.
“Stronger than you?”
“What?”
“The colleague you said went down to the city. Stronger than you?”
It was a calm yet cold voice.
At the incomprehensible question the youth burst out a hollow laugh.
“Ha, although a similar level to me··· why are you asking that?”
“Yes. So.”
Bran chewed his lips.
Similar level.
Glancing at Urdin’s corpse Bran asked him back.
“You. Even if I ask where you took the Black Throne you won’t answer right?”
“What?”
“Just seeing the face has backbone. About Iolien’s whereabouts and purpose you’ll also keep your mouth shut. Right?”
“Obvious words··· no, on earth how much do you know.”
The youth was dumbfounded as is.
The more the conversation continued Bran’s identity could not be grasped.
Just as he was about to say more.
“Yes.”
“······!”
Suddenly Bran kicked the ground and rushed in.
It was the moment the youth reflexively took a defense posture.
Kaaaaang-!
The slash that flew like a bullet drove down on the greatsword.
“Kraak!”
“As expected you have to die.”
Bran’s voice was heavy.
He tried to use like the archer man but the thought changed.
Even if by chance the case Ilark and Kale go wrong he absolutely could not tolerate.
Barely receiving one blow the youth clenched his teeth.
“This, monster-like···!”
The slender longsword felt heavy like a mountain.
Although he did not want to admit the weight class was different from himself.
To obtain a certain victory there was need to do his best.
Paaaaaaa···!
Over the wide blade blue-tinged cold began to fill.
“This is.”
Bran’s eyes widened.
It was a secret technique of the Frost Lion Mercenary Group he had experienced well.
Witnessing the mana gathering Bran hurriedly shouted.
“Everyone duck!”
“Hueuk··· heuk··· what!?”
Arazan and Benden flinched.
They were in the middle of a melee while luring the monsters.
Turning to Bran Arazan narrowed her eyes.
“Dangerous.”
“Euhek?!”
All the mana in the area was being sucked into the youth’s greatsword.
It was the moment she pressed Benden’s head and prostrated.
“Disappear!”
“Keuk···!”
The youth who pushed Bran with a kick swung the greatsword widely.
Along the sword path a blue crescent moon was drawn.
Boooom-!
The crescent moon that explosively widened swept the entire hall.
So-called sword energy.
The intangible slash had the effect of freezing and cutting the cut existence at the same time.
【Geureuk?!】
【Ke, kegeuk!】
The monster friends also could not avoid the disaster.
The sword energy that flew horizontally collided with the opposite wall and then caused an explosion and perished.
Saaaaaa···.
When the blizzard cleared the cut ice pieces were revealed.
“Hueuk··· heuk···.”
The youth panted rough breath.
In the hall full of cold no existence moving alive was visible.
Just as about to spit out a curse dissatisfied that he could not extract information until the end.
“Chilly.”
From a not far place a familiar voice was heard.
“What.”
The youth’s eyes widened.
It was an impossible matter.
Turning his head the youth froze like a statue.
“How.”
Unlike his expectation Bran was neither frozen nor split.
Over the blade stood vertically a blue sword mark was drawn.
Before the eyes of him who endured the sword energy translucent windows were rising in succession.
『You overcame cold that exceeds the limit of the body. Weed’s Tenacity activates!』
『The growth speed of cold damage resistance increases!』
The calculation matched.
The Numerite longsword is not destroyed by this much.
The same as himself.
It was the moment the steadily raised cold resistance shone.
“Impossible···”
The youth’s face hardened.
Bran rushed forward.
As the ice covering the surface of the clothes shattered icicles fell.
Although the youth immediately entered defense, because right after using a big technique the body did not follow.
“This is Urdin’s share!”
Although not particularly close it was minimal courtesy.
The distance narrowed in an instant.
Bran drove a slash diagonally.
The longsword that slid along the greatsword dug into the youth’s neck.
The moment the blade came out below the back of the head.
Slaaaash!
Along with a refreshing flesh cutting sound the youth’s head surged.
Kicking the guy’s body and knocking it down Bran spat out rough breath.
Of course because he received that kind of technique he is not intact.
“Huu.”
The wrist hurts.
Even though cold resistance is high and wrapped the red wolf’s cloak the skin is still cold.
To the point of wanting to just tear it off. Adding a little exaggeration to the point of wanting to die.
『Refreshing achievement! You defeated an enemy whose rigid body technique realm differs by three stages or more in one blow!』
『Strength, Agility increase!』
Still it was not to the point of not being able to endure.
『Weed’s Pack activates due to member’s growth!』
That was the important part.