๐๐ก๐๐ฉ๐ญ๐๐ซ ๐๐๐: ๐๐๐ฅ๐จ๐ค ๐
“Long time no see, Guild Leader Layla.”
“Where have you been!”
Layla hugged Siwoo tightly, tears welling up in her eyes.
The tears she had been holding back flowed freely.
The problem hadnโt been solved yet.
Just looking at Siwoo made her feel like everything would be resolved, and all the worries in the world would melt away.
“You came all the way from Germany to help. Thank you so much.”
“No, no. You helped us last time.”
“Is that comparable? You risked your life for an S-Rank Gate. I owe you a lot, Guild Leader Layla.”
“Just call me Layla. It’s strange when you use honorifics.”
Layla wiped away her tears with her sleeve and replied bluntly.
“Are you hurt anywhere? There’s blood on your shoulder.”
Siwoo grabbed the shoulder of Layla’s uniform and pulled it down.
Her beautiful skin revealed a bright red wound.
“. . . H-Hey! This is a battlefield!”
“That’s why it needs to be treated.”
Siwoo placed his palm on her skin.
Layla trembled as if she had been shocked.
As Siwoo’s warm hand touched her shoulder, accompanied by a brilliant golden flash, her skin healed cleanly.
“That’s amazing. . . Ah! Hunter Kang Yeo-hwa is also injured! She needs treatment too!”
“Yeo-hwa??”
Siwoo quickly headed towards the place she was pointing.
There was Kang Yeo-hwa, who was bleeding profusely from a wound inflicted by the monster’s tail.
She had fainted due to the impact.
“Oh, these damn things.”
Siwoo pulled down the clothes on Kang Yeo-hwa’s shoulders.
The uniform was already soaked in red blood.
“Do you know her?”
Layla, who had followed him, asked.
“Yeah. She’s my disciple.”
“Disciple. . .?? Are you referring to the Guild Leader of [Blue Moon Guild[?”
A powerful magic circle unfolded from Siwoo’s hand, emitting a golden light that warmly enveloped Kang Yeo-hwa’s wound.
Watching her expression relax, Siwoo sighed in relief.
At that moment.
ใโฑฒีฐษีฅ ษษพาฝ แงึ ีดีดีดีด.ใ
Balok’s murderous voice crushed Siwoo’s entire body.
The violent and sticky demonic energy was incredibly blatant.
Siwoo glanced at him.
‘๐ ๐๐ก๐๐๐ง๐ก๐ฎ ๐จ๐๐ฌ ๐๐๐จ ๐๐๐๐ ๐จ๐๐๐ฉ๐ฉ๐๐ง. . . .’
He was completely fine, without a drop of blood.
ใฦณึ ีด’ษพาฝ ีฅีฐาฝ ึ ีฒาฝ ีกีฐึ ีฐีดษพีฅ สาฝ ีฅีฐาฝ สึ ึ ึ sssีฅ. ฦึ ีก ำ’ส ึึ เนีฒึ ีฅึ ฦเนฦฦ แงึ ีดีดีดีด ษษษษษฦฦฦฦ.ใ
Balok scanned the surrounding hunters with his pitch-black eyes, like chaos itself.
The hunters’ spines tingled at his chilling aura.
A monster among monsters who had easily dealt with Felix, an S+ rank hunter, and Kang Yeo-hwa, an S-Rank hunter.
Balok’s appearance was the very definition of despair to the people.
“You talk a lot.”
Siwoo, who had finished healing his disciple, rose from his seat.
‘๐๐ฌ๐๐ฃ๐ ๐ ๐๐ค๐ฃ๐-๐๐ช ๐ข๐ช๐จ๐ฉ ๐๐๐ซ๐ ๐๐๐๐ฃ ๐ฉ๐๐ก๐ ๐๐ฃ๐ ๐๐๐ค๐ช๐ฉ ๐ฉ๐๐๐จ ๐๐ค๐ง๐ข๐๐๐๐๐ก๐ ๐๐๐๐ฃ๐.’
Overly concentrated magic and an alien instinct different from ordinary monsters.
“Are you a demon?”
ใ๐๐ก๐ฒ ๐๐จ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ฅ๐จ๐จ๐ค ๐ฌ๐จ ๐ฌ๐ข๐ฆ๐ข๐ฅ๐๐ซ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ฆ๐. ๐๐๐ง ๐ ๐ฌ๐ฎ๐ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐๐จ๐ซ ๐๐จ๐ฉ๐ฒ๐ซ๐ข๐ ๐ก๐ญ ๐ข๐ง๐๐ซ๐ข๐ง๐ ๐๐ฆ๐๐ง๐ญ?ใ
ใฦณึ ีด ษฦsึ ีฐษัตาฝ ษ sีฅษพษีฒึาฝ ษีดษพษษษ. ฦณึ ีด’ษพาฝ ีฒึ ีฅ ีฐีดสษีฒ.ใ
ใ๐๐ญ๐ซ๐๐ง๐ ๐?! ๐๐ก๐ข๐ฌ ๐จ๐ฅ๐ ๐ฆ๐๐ง ๐ข๐ฌ ๐๐๐ข๐ง๐ ๐๐๐ฅ๐ฅ๐๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ซ๐๐๐ง๐ก๐จ๐ซ๐ง ๐๐ฒ ๐ ๐ฅ๐ข๐ญ๐ญ๐ฅ๐ ๐ฉ๐ฎ๐ง๐ค!ใ
“It’s okay. You’re both strange.”
Siwoo stopped the quarrel between the two dog-like beings.
“Hold on!”
Suddenly, Layla whispered and handed Siwoo the sword she had on her waist.
“What is this. . . ?”
“It’s a gift from Germany. Do you know Balmung?”
“Balmung??”
Germany’s sacred sword, Balmung.
A famous sword among the famous swords in the German epic poem ใThe Song of the Nibelungsใ, it is a holy sword that is a world-class relic.
“This sword is not an original, but a replica. However, it is the ‘No. 1’ replica, which is said to be the most excellent among all the replicas of Balmung, so you can be confident in its abilities. The original is currently damaged and unusable anyway.”
The silvery longsword with a simple design caught Siwoo’s eye.
By the way, not just anyone could make a replica.
It is an item that can only be crafted by the best relic hunters recognized by the state or government.
The crafted replicas were treated almost the same as the originals and were awarded to the most prestigious hunters in their respective countries.
“It’s not bad. . . Why are you giving this to me?”
“It’s a thank-you gift for saving people in Germany last time. The president of the Hunters Association asked me to give it to you. He said it’s non-refundable.”
Siwoo chuckled.
For him, who loved swords, such a gift was hard to refuse.
ใฦฌีฐษีฅ ีฅีฐเนีฒึ ฦาฝาฝฦs ษีฒีฒึ แงเนีฒึ.ใ
Balok let out a faint malice and glared at Siwoo and Balmung.
It seemed that he instinctively felt aversion to the aura emanating from the holy sword.
That sword must never be used.
His demonic instinct warned him.
Balok moved to cut off Siwoo’s arms, just as he had done to Felix.
However, Siwoo’s arms were intact.
“What are you doing?”
Siwoo tapped his shoulder with Balmung and stared at his opponent.
When he had swung the sword, Balok’s arms had fallen to the floor.
ใฦณึ ีด’ษพาฝ ีฒึ ีฅ ึ ษพีชเนีฒษษพแงแงแงแง.ใ
Balok showed signs of anger for the first time.
However, Siwoo glared at Balok with an indifferent expression.
“You must be slow.”
Balmung’s blade, swung again, left a blue trail as it cut the monster’s body into three pieces, piercing and exiting through his forehead.
While the demon’s body was regenerating.
“Layla. Take the hunters and run away. Find the scattered hunters too.”
“Got it. I will do as you say.”
Layla followed Siwoo’s words without hesitation.
In any case, if she stayed here any longer, she and others would only become a burden.
Layla carried Kang Yeo-hwa on her back and signaled to the other hunters.
ใโฑฒีฐาฝษพาฝ ษษพาฝ แงึ ีด ษพีดีฒีฒเนีฒึึึึ.ใ
Balok spread his palms towards the hunters who were trying to escape.
Siwoo swung his sword and cut off the monster’s wrists.
ใฦณึ ีด ฦาฝาฝีฉ ึาฝีฅีฅเนีฒึ เนีฒ สแง ีกษแงแงแงแง. ำีฅ’s ษีฒีฒึ แงเนีฒึึึึ. . . !!ใ
At that moment,
ใฦฒีกษษษษษษษษษีฐ.ใ
Balok grabbed his head and began to vomit.
Black and sticky liquid dripped from his mouth and hands, splattering on the floor.
ใฦึ . . . ฦฌีฐเนs เนs สแง าึ ีชแงแงแง. . . ำ ีฐษีฅาฝ เนีฅ. . . .ใ
His body twisted and his eyeballs rolled back.
Strange screams and the sound of bones breaking echoed endlessly across the field.
His wings were pulled out and new wings grew.
A new tail grew along with a lot of blood and flesh, as the previous two fell off.
ใฦาฝ, ฦาฝ, ฦาฝาฝาฝาฝาฝาฝฦ. . . .ใ
He made a sound similar to a beast’s growl and staggered to his feet.
His whole body was soaked in black liquid and blood.
Hideous, large wings and a furry tail.
Horns much longer and thicker than before.
ใฦาฝ, ฦีด, ฦาฝาฝาฝาฝาฝาฝาฝฦ. . . ฦณึ ีด ีชษษพาฝ ีกษฦาฝ สาฝ ีดีฉีฉีฉีฉ.ใ
Veins bulged on his forehead and his eyes turned red.
As if the momentum and aura he had shown so far were nothing, a violent demonic aura surged around him like a tsunami.
Layla and the other hunters covered their mouths with their hands, unable to breathe properly under the pressure.
The primal fear that lay deep in the human unconscious.
The extreme darkness consumed their bodies and minds, gradually growing larger as it divided them.
ใฦาฝาฝาฝาฝาฝาฝาฝ, สแง ีฒษสาฝ เนs ฦษฦึ ฦ. โฑญีฒึ ีฅีฐาฝษพ ีฒษสาฝ ฦึ ษพ ีชาฝsีฉษเนษพษพษพษพ.ใ
Balok soared into the air with his pitch-black body.
His silhouette against the sky was the very image of the devil seen in movies and books.
ใ๐ ๐๐ข๐ ๐ฐ๐๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐ญ๐จ ๐๐จ๐ฅ๐ฅ๐จ๐ฐ ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐๐ก๐๐๐ฉ ๐ซ๐ข๐๐ ๐ญ๐จ ๐๐๐ซ๐ญ๐ก.ใ
“Indeed.”
Pre said in a serious voice.
Siwoo drew his magic power from his dantian and circulated it throughout his body.
A pleasantly warm sensation spread through his aching muscles.
ใใ กใ กใ กใ กใ กใ กใ ก!!!!ใ
At that moment, the monster roared at the ground.
The hunters who were trying to escape fell to their knees and bowed their heads to the ground, blood gushing from their eyes and noses.
Some died, coughing up blood.
Only hunters of high rank, such as Layla, barely held on with faces contorted in terror.
“So this is his true form.”
Siwoo poured his magic power into Balmung.
A blue sword aura rose from the ordinary sword, and a faint and brilliant magic circle began to surround the sword.
ใฦาฝ, ฦีดาฝฯฒฦ! ฦาฝีฅ ษพเนีช ึ ฦ ีฅีฐษีฅ ีชษสีฒ ีฅีฐเนีฒึึึึ, ึ ษพ แงึ ีด’ฦฦ ีชเนาฝาฝาฝาฝ!!ใ
Balok’s body plummeted towards Siwoo.
A sonic boom occurred and shock waves shook the ground.
Kwagagagagagagaga!!!
Supersonic speed, tearing through the atmosphere.
Balok’s hard, double horns faced forward.
His opponent’s body would not be embedded here, but would explode without a trace, leaving only a bloodstain.
ใฦาฝฦฦาฝ, ฦีกษษษษษษีฐ!ใ
The two enormous auras clashed.
ใ กใ กใ กใ กใ กใ กใ กใ กใ กzzzzeeeeeeeeeng!!!
A beam of light that had started as a single point swelled up in an instant.
A vast light that turned the earth yellow and a deafening roar that came belatedly.
Layla, who had been shivering from the tremendous shock, hurriedly raised her head.
Her gaze fell upon Siwoo, who was standing still in the posture of swinging Balmung.
“Ah, damn. . . It hurts.”
Siwoo frowned at the tremendous shock transmitted to his palm.
The skin on his palm, which had been completely peeled off, revealing the bone, quickly healed.
Thanks to the continuously rotating heel and magic shield, he and Balok would have been blown to pieces and burned together if not for that.
He turned his gaze back.
“But how do you kill that thing?”
The monster’s body, which had been split by the blade and melted by the frictional heat, was reuniting.
ใ๐๐จ๐งโ๐ญ ๐ฉ๐ซ๐๐ญ๐๐ง๐ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐๐จ๐งโ๐ญ ๐ค๐ง๐จ๐ฐ, ๐ฅ๐ข๐ญ๐ญ๐ฅ๐ ๐ซ๐ข๐๐.ใ
“I was just saying.”
Siwoo put the sword back in his waistband and ran towards Balok.
ใฦาฝีฐเน, ฦีด, ฦีดีฐษีฐษีฐเน. . . !ใ
The Demon of Strength swung his arm like a whip, even though it had not fully recovered.
Paaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaang!
The ground was smashed and the arm burst.
Balok swung his other arm repeatedly.
[Song of Iron: Divine Shield]
A steel-gray shield that sprang up from the ground blocked the monster’s arm.
Khwajijijik!!!
Siwoo approached the monster’s immediate vicinity.
It was common sense that if you landed a critical hit while rushing like this, the battle would become even more one-sided.
However, Balok’s body rapidly contracted and quickly returned to its original form.
ใJีดsีฅ ฦเนีชีชเนีฒึึึึ.ใ
As if he had been trying to lure Siwoo in, the monster smiled, revealing his sharp teeth.
Balok’s hard fist struck Siwoo’s face.
Paโ โ โ Aaaak!
ใฦีดีฐเน, ฦีดีฐเน, แงึ ีด’ัตาฝ าาฝาฝีฒ ฦึ ึ ฦาฝีชีชีชีช!ใ
Siwoo’s body flew dozens of meters from the Demon of Strength’s kick.
Balok did not wait, but kicked the ground and poured all his magic power into his mouth.
ใ กใ กใ กKwagagagagagagagagaga!!!
A tremendous roar reminiscent of a dragon’s breath scorched the area.
Black smoke bloomed across the land.
In the meantime, an intricate magic circle appeared.
As the circuit, which was a mixture of geometric magic, emitted a bright yellow light with magic power, a bolt of lightning struck down at the coordinates calculated by the caster.
[Thunderbolt: One Flash, Great Enlightenment]
Kuwagโ โ โ โAaang!!
A magnificent thunderbolt turned the surroundings gold and burned Balok’s body into black ash.
Siwoo gasped for breath and circulated his magic power again.
Blood was flowing from his mouth and nose.
He had only roughly restored the urgent parts, so the minor injuries here and there were still there.
“Ha. . . Damn. It’s really hard to fight a demon.”
Siwoo staggered to his feet again.
A completely different fighting style and mindset from humans.
It seemed like it would be nice to fight with all his might and kill him right away, but it was an impossible plan unless Balok’s magic power ran out, as his body would regenerate right away.
“Not all demons are like this, but is it because this isn’t an S-Rank Gate?”
ใ๐ ๐๐๐ง ๐๐จ๐ฏ๐๐ซ ๐๐จ๐ซ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ฐ๐ข๐ญ๐ก ๐ฃ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ญ ๐๐% ๐ฅ๐๐๐ญ.ใ
“10%.”
Siwoo wiped away the blood dripping from his nose.
“I guess it’s time to turn on the switch after a long time.”
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