Chapter 75

Chapter 75

Ownership (1)

#75

The battle ended.

The youth whose head flew no longer moved.

From Arazan’s mouth a low admiration leaked.

“···Marvelous.”

It was a match fast to the point of emptiness compared to both sides’ power.

Benden who was prostrating together was almost to the point of fainting and only mumbling his mouth.

“I-is he really human?”

The Frost Lion Mercenary Group’s sword energy was powerful.

The monsters that were swept without a bit of resistance were proving that power.

The frozen corpses rolling on the floor.

Along the wall the sword energy collided sharp ice pillars were surging.

Receiving that kind of blow with the bare body.

The two who raised their bodies ran to Bran.

“Bran. Are you okay?!”

“So so··· achoo!”

Bran nodded.

Because of the cold that seeped to the bones the body was still shivering.

“Although a bit cold.”

There was also the cause that the performance of super recovery decreased because far from the ground.

Even thinking again he won quite ignorantly.

『The growth speed of Strength and Agility of the entire pack increases slightly!』

『The proficiency of the skill, [Smash] increased.』

▶ The power and range of Smash increases slightly.

Still seeing this kind of message the reward for the hardship was felt.

He liked the point that Smash’s proficiency rose after a long time.

‘Already came to the level that affects the range.’

Whether thanks to Weed’s Tenacity the growth was definitely fast.

As much as Bran basically specialized in close range the range increasing was a great good thing.

Although the increase in stats was also good, and there were items worth collecting···.

“Arazan. Benden. I’ll leave here to you.”

Unavoidably the time of settlement had to be postponed to later.

At the appearance of Bran preparing to leave Arazan frowned.

“What? With that body where are you thinking of going.”

“Lower city. Ilark and Kale are in danger.”

Bran was remembering the words the youth said.

There was still one more Frost Lion mercenary remaining in Letunir.

'Although it is not that I don’t trust the two···.’

Unconditional victory cannot be guaranteed.

The fact that he could respond to the sword energy was also because he was familiar with the basic patterns.

Because the match between strong ones always splits in an instant he was even more anxious.

『Merciless achievement! You defeated 500 otherworld existences. Ilark Zarheim’s Strength increases!』

『You achieved excellent support. Kale’s Divine Power increases!』

『The growth speed of Strength, Divine Power of the entire pack increases slightly!』

Fortunately judging from the messages rising it seemed they had not faced yet.

They would be rampaging excitedly in the city.

By the way already 500.

It was a massacre at a level the monsters become pitiful.

“Rather I’ll go. You wait here.”

“No. If not seeing directly the heart is not at ease. You clear the monsters inside the castle together with Benden. While at it look for the otherworld rift and the Black Throne too.”

“···You really cherish companions. Different from the outsiders I heard from father.”

Arazan showed a complex and subtle smile.

Staring at Bran she nodded.

“Understood. I’ll do so.”

“I’ll also responsibly look. Since I know the original location of the Black Throne.”

Benden also burned fighting spirit.

At some point the dagger brought from the Kargai Plateau was gripped in his hand.

Both are reliable.

Letting out a hollow laugh faintly Bran rolled his hand at the corner of his mouth and shouted.

“Baihir! Come here!”

“What?”

The thunderous voice rang out in the central hall.

Just as the flustered Arazan was about to say something.

Kwajangchang!

One white wolf broke the window and entered.

“Kreureung!”

It was Baihir who was waiting outside.

Whether he eliminated a few monsters in the meantime silver body fluid was stuck at the corner of his mouth.

Baihir who flew like the wind landed in front of Bran.

“Hekhek.”

“Good.”

Bran smiled.

At the appearance of Baihir’s tail fluttering left and right Arazan was astonished.

“···Baihir listening to others’ words.”

“We became close on the day of the banquet. I’ll borrow a bit.”

There was reward for throwing a lot of meat.

Scratching the mane Bran rode on Baihir’s back.

Because the joints are cold this side would be faster.

‘Not bad. The power of the Giant Tree still remains.’

If combining strength with Ilark, Kale he could defeat even a mediocre enemy.

It was the moment Bran and Baihir were about to exit the castle.

Boooom-!

A roar enough to shake the castle burst outside.

Decorations fell and the pictures hanging on the wall fell.

The faces of the group including Bran hardened.

“This fuck.”

It was the city side.

Almost at the same time Baihir leaped.

From the watchtower outside the window the west side of Letunir entered in one glance.

Turning to the place the sound came Bran gasped.

“That is···!”

In the middle of the city white cloud was rising like a pillar.

It was water vapor the extreme cold created.

The buildings in the area were all wrapped in white ice.

‘Already.’

It was definitely the Frost Lion’s doing.

A blow comparable to the sword energy Bran received.

Although too far so not well visible, who the technique was performed against was obvious even without looking.

“Damn.”

Bran clenched his teeth.

Kale and Ilark were in danger.

Whether they properly ate one no reaction was returning.

Just as Bran who barely shook off the shock was about to leap together with Baihir.

Tukwaaaaaang-!!!

Exactly in the same place a pillar of fire surged.

“What.”

Bran’s eyes widened.

It was a size several times the cold cloud.

The pillar of fire reminiscent of napalm he had seen recently too.

Ilark’s special move that even extinguished Star Shadow.

The swirling flames were swallowing all the existing cold cloud.

“Did she use the Crimson Stone···!”

Even Morning’s Blessing was applied.

The lightning crackling while wrapping the pillar of fire was made of Kale’s Divine Power.

Hwaaaaak!

The late heat wind flipped the bangs.

'To think even that comes out.'

The opponent seemed a much stronger enemy than thought.

Just as the more serious Bran was about to leap together with Baihir.

『Amazing achievement! The pack defeated strong enemies in succession!』

Suddenly one golden window appeared before the eyes.

Bran’s eyes widened round.

“What.”

“Kreung?”

It was a message that comes out only when finishing the opponent.

Feeling something strange Baihir stopped.

『A pack member renewed the highest firepower. Ilark’s skill, [Heat Control] proficiency increases.』

『You actively contributed to the act of defeating the evil enemy. Kale’s skill, [Star of Purification] proficiency increases.』

Pleasant messages were rising in succession.

Thinking about it he seemed he did not see the notification that the two were greatly hurt either.

From behind the back Arazan’s urgent shout rang out.

“Bran! What happened!”

“······.”

“A tremendous sound was made are the two okay?! As expected we’ll also go together!”

“Uum, uh... no need.”

In the place the pillar of fire disappeared the city that turned pitch black was revealed.

How hot the flames were part of the stone buildings had melted.

Watching that scenery dumbfounded Bran shook his head.

“Seems just waiting is okay.”

"What?"

"Our kids won..."

Right.

If hit by that normally not being able to endure is normal. Yes.

The youth’s words that the colleague is a similar level to himself were flashing through his head.

『Due to the overall growth of the members, the growth speed of the unique trait [Weed’s Pack] increases slightly!』

...Really a similar level.

****

It was after about thirty minutes that the group reunited.

Kale and Ilark unlike this side kicked open the front gate and entered.

The monsters blocking the middle?

『Bloody achievement! You defeated 1,000 otherworld existences!』

『Ilark Zarheim’s Strength greatly increases!』

It became so.

Unusual it seemed and they ended up stamping a thousand score.

Even if including even the small mobs it was a formidable speed.

Just amazing.

In the eyes of Kale who reunited with Bran moisture filled.

“E-everyone was safe!”

“Heu, the appearance is no joke.”

Ilark chuckled.

The appearance of Bran who fought a fierce battle reminded of a beggar who wandered the streets for about a year.

Of course it was not as spectacular as her.

Ilark who was covered in body fluid of a thousand otherworld monsters had turned like a statue made of silver.

“I don’t want to hear from you. Turning like a silver surfer."

"Ung? What is that?"

"There is that kind of thing. The complexion is not good, are you okay?”

“No. There is no way."

Ilark staggered.

Thud!

Barely propping the wall and catching balance she spat out a curse.

"Of course not okay fuck. Seems I’ll faint immediately."

"Good work."

“Haa··· it was doable. If only not the crazy woman who popped out at the end.”

“As expected you also faced. The friend wearing an animal mask right?”

“Yes. It was a rabbit mask... that one was a bit strong. In the end I even used Alto’s gift.”

As expected it seemed a not easy opponent.

The fact that she used the Crimson Stone while taking the physical burden was the evidence.

Catching her breath she gestured toward Kale.

“And if it wasn’t our pretty one it would have been really hard. Really good work Kale."

“Ehehe··· I didn’t do anything special.”

Kale smiled awkwardly.

Although he himself was being humble he would definitely have established great merit.

When going to Morken he should buy something delicious.

As expected attaching the two was the correct judgment.

“But Bran why do you look so cold? Did you say you fought a guy who uses cold the same?”

“Yes. While fighting it became like this."

“Come here. I’ll melt you.”

Suddenly a tail that flew wrapped Bran’s waist and pulled.

Rustle!

Flesh touched.

Instantly sticking close Ilark smiled with her eyes.

“How. Now warm?”

“Yes.”

Bran raised an eyebrow.

If usual he would have felt hot but today it was just right.

Thanks to the Fire Dragon’s body temperature the cold body was melting.

Enjoying the instant heater he turned to the group.

“This is good. Want to try too?”

“A-no··· okay.”

“······I am also okay.”

Kale and Arazan shook their heads.

Whether tired both expressions were not particularly good.

Unable to stay still and looking at him Kale opened his mouth.

"D-don’t do too long. Because if getting burned it is not okay... yes."

"I agree."

"I am good though."

Both are considerate too.

Judging from the complexion gradually worsening it seems those guys should receive rather than me, but the psychology could not be known.

The one smiling satisfactorily was only Ilark.

Suddenly she scratched her cheek.

“Th-although sudden... there is something I have to apologize to you Bran.”

“Mm? What?”

“I tried to spare and bring if possible? Because directly entangled with the enemies we’ll meet from now. But··· uum···.”

Suddenly Ilark rummaged in her pocket.

When she unfolded her palm a handful of black ash powder was revealed.

“Only this remained.”

“So this is that woman?”

“······Ung.”

Ilark deeply lowered her head.

Bran blinked his eyes.

There were no more words to say.

'Indeed.'

The appearance of the pillar of fire Ilark and Kale created flashed before his eyes.

Yes. If hit by that kind of thing normally it becomes like this.

The youth whose only the head was cut might have received a great good death.

“···No. Good work.”

“What to do with this?”

“Have to throw away what to do. Because dirty clean it up.”

It was an unavoidable matter.

Originally guys interrogation does not work so sending cleanly might be better.

Huuung!

When Ilark shook her hand the ash flew as is.

"By the way..."

Looking around Kale muttered in a depressed voice.

“As expected the Black Throne disappeared.”

"Because late it cannot be helped. Expected."

Bran nodded.

They had left the central hall and come to the audience chamber.

The place where the Black Throne Letunir’s national treasure should be was dug in.

Because the throne alone could not be taken out they tore it with the ground.

“Still for a while it will be okay.”

“Why?”

“Although the Black Throne is powerful it is a relic with extremely tricky activation conditions. Even estimating tightly it takes a month until reuse.”

It was experience as a player.

If there was no cooldown of the Black Throne Letunir would already have become a powerhouse comparable to the empire.

In that sense it was not the very worst.

Because the other dangerous relics were all sealed with Heaven’s Lock.

If only recovering the Black Throne before the cooldown returns everything was perfect.

"Good."

Judging the body melted sufficiently Bran shook off Ilark and stood.

“With this much rested enough. Thank you Ilark."

“At. Stay a bit more···.”

Ilark fluttered her tail as if regrettable.

Although Bran also wanted to sleep as is if only the heart remaining work remained.

Moreover the most important work.

"No. If left unattended it is not good for your bodies either."

Walking Bran stopped his steps in the center of the audience chamber.

A black rift was wavering before the eyes.

A wound engraved on space.

Scanning it up and down Bran continued.

“Gradually it seems it can be closed.”

It was the dimensional rift connected to the otherworld.

The root that destroyed Letunir and the passage that moved the Black Throne.

At Bran’s appearance calm even in front of the rift the companions admired.

“Amazing. We have a hard time even approaching.”

“P-please be careful Bran···!”

They were waiting beyond the boundary line Bran set.

A kind of safety measure.

Because this kind of powerful rift gives a great burden to the body just by approaching, and in severe cases causes deformation at the gene unit.

Sreung.

When Bran pulled the sword hilt a blue-tinged greatsword was drawn.

“As expected good.”

The wave pattern flowing along the blade was beautiful.

It was the Morken iron greatsword the Frost Lion youth handled.

At least for now this was more suitable for the purpose than the longsword he originally used.

Suddenly, red warning windows rose in succession.

『The presence of the otherworld presses you!』

『The emptiness of the Outer Sea overwhelms you!』

『Warning! All stats greatly decrease!』

The body became heavy.

It was a natural symptom.

The rift made with the authority of the Outer God normally cannot be closed by ordinary methods.

Because it harbored the power that makes tentacles sprout from a person’s body just by spending time together.

"Hueup."

But, even if extremely difficult a clear method existed.

『 Due to confrontation with the otherworld the skill [Sword of the Boundary] activates.』

『 All stats increase!』

Like extremely high Mental Power and resistance values.

When Bran composed his mind, a new message appeared.

『High Mental Power resists the external pressure. Part of the decreased stats returns to original!』

It was time to conclude.