The Indomitable Martial King Chapter 1

Reincarnation of King Kwon-Lim Gyeong-bae 1-537 (Vol. 1-21)

Volume 1

Prologue

The heart of Gairak, the Great Demon Palace, the Hall of the Abyss.

A group of men and women were gathered in this huge hall that boasted the greatest grandeur on earth.

All of them, regardless of gender and age, were some of the strongest people on the continent.

Tesron, the King of Fist, a muscular middle-aged man with a body of steel that never breaks.

Cyrus, the Sword Saint, the strongest swordsman on the continent who can cut even a soul with just one sword.

The owner of infinite divine power, Saint Elin of Sayre, the main god.

Jade Arclight, a great mage of light who is said to have been blessed with mana.

And standing in front of them is a young man with blond hair, the prince of the Kingdom of Halein, and a man who is well-versed in swords, magic, and divine power, and is called a warrior by the world, Alex von Halein.

Their eyes were all directed up the stairs on the other side. Alex shouted at the arrogant middle-aged man wearing a blood-red robe and looking down at them with indifferent eyes.

“Your evil deeds are over now, Demon Lord Repenhardt!”

Demon Lord Repenhardt.

The king of the dark empire Antares and the strongest and worst sorcerer ever in human history.

A true demon god who descended upon the human world, leading a million dark forces and using powerful dark magic to burn half the continent and massacre millions of people.

Tens of thousands of troops sacrificed their lives to clear a path through the forces of darkness to defeat the evil demon lord. Even though they shed blood like a river and threw away their lives like stubble, they never regretted their lives.

Based on those countless heroic sacrifices, the strongest people chosen by mankind succeeded in infiltrating the Great Demon Palace, Gairak, and after a fierce struggle, they eventually stood before the Demon King.

Alex von Halein, the warrior chosen by mankind, tried to calm his pounding heart and shouted.

“Now is the time to return to the darkness! “You evil devil!”

In fact, Demon Lord Repenhardt did not have an indifferent look in his eyes. His natural impression was cold and not very noticeable, but now he was looking down at Alex and the others with very empty eyes.

Sword Saint Cyrus shouted as he pulled out his blue long sword, the Illuminator.

“Demon King Reppenhardt, I will eliminate you and end the history of this dark empire!”

It was unfair. It was an empire built through hard work and hardship. After three days of careful consideration, they gave the country a wonderful name, Antares, after the constellation. But why do they give up the normal name and just call it the dark empire? It’s a place where the sun rises in the morning and the moon rises at night.

A muscular middle-aged man who is praised as the King of Power continues his conversation.

“If you disappear, the demonic nature of the corrupted monsters will disappear!”

It’s a shame that it disappears. They were like that originally. No, do you think that people like ogres, gnolls, and goblins used to live good lives, but became corrupted because of Reppenhardt? It’s just that in the past, they couldn’t come together and dare to attack humans. And all he did was collect them and teach them ‘the tactics used by humans.’

These guys, who normally would run away on sight or could easily kill someone if they attacked, suddenly started using group tactics like an army, so they seem to be making an uproar, saying they were corrupted or immersed in demonic nature, but in reality, it was all done by humans first, right?

Reppenhardt opened his mouth in a tired voice – of course, Alex and the others thought it was a dark and evil tone worthy of the devil.

“… … Have all my Four Heavenly Kings fallen?”

The strong men of the four races who followed Repenhardt. Precious subordinates who have followed him for a long time and have shown loyalty and trust. I am worried about their safety.

Sword Saint Cyrus proudly held up his sword and responded.

“””Yes. “That dirty orc was no match for my sword.””

Reppenhardt sighed, remembering the great Orc warrior Tashid, who was so brave and had great pride as a warrior.

Orcs live in tribal units by hunting and gathering. They look barbaric and simple, but they are pure and unaware of betrayal. Why should this race of warriors, who bravely fight against harsh nature and take pride in protecting the weak and fighting against the strong, be treated as monsters? Well, I can’t really deny that it’s dirty because I live without washing it.

King Tethron clenched his fist and received the words.

“That ugly monster troll paid for his sins.”

It seems that the great shaman, Guru Atilca, who was wiser and wiser than anyone else, has also returned to the embrace of the earth.

Honestly, I admit that trolls look a bit scary. Even Reppenhardt, with his rough blue skin and protruding ivory-like molars, would be startled when he met Atala at night, so it’s understandable.

But being called an ugly monster is absurd. Trolls who live under witchcraft beliefs deep in the mountains. They made minimal use of what nature provided, and cultivated their souls instead of owning material things. Although they appeared primitive, they were a race with an excellent spiritual culture. There was never any reason to be called a monster.

Saint Elin quietly opens her mouth.

“The evil dwarf who served the dark god also returned to the clear flow.”

It seems that AL-Fort’s High Priest, Markelin, also died in the end. Reppenhardt clicked his tongue. I don’t know when Alport, the tribal god of the dwarves, became an evil dark god. Such arrogance that treats everyone except Sayer, the god who protects humans, and the twelve gods as evil beings!

Gerard, the light mage, smiled faintly and said.

“That corrupted dark elf fought with me.”

Corrupted dark elf… … Yes, her skin is a bit dark. Because humans dug up and cut down all the forests where the elves originally lived, they were chased and chased and eventually ended up living in the desolate wasteland, so they got scorched by the scorching heat of the wilderness. Are you going to treat a pure-blooded high elf as a dark elf just because he got a tan?

“And you are no match for my magic. “Hehehe.”

At the sound of Gerrard’s voice, Reppenhardt eventually closed his eyes.

Ah, Siris… … .

In the end, even you… … .

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Originally, Repenhardt was an ordinary archmage. No, it can’t be said that a great mage is already ordinary, but in the past, he wasn’t a being who could use magic that was beyond common sense like it is now.

What changed was when he turned his attention to non-human races and cultures in search of new levels of magic.

How long has it been since the main god Sayer created mankind?

The world already belonged to humans.

The different races, elves, trolls, dwarves, and orcs that once fought for supremacy on the continent had all lost their power and declined. Humanity included all other races under the human system, and the results were harsh.

Humans did not view these different races as beings of the same intelligence as themselves.

Elves, called forest fairies, were popular for being pretty and long-lived servants.

Dwarves, strong sons of the earth, were good at digging the ground and were very useful as dexterous slaves.

A race of proud warriors, the Orcs were strong and perfect as ignorant servants.

Fortunately, trolls could not become slaves because of their amazing regenerative abilities. The raw fish that was caught was only used as an ingredient for healing potions.

A slave race that has lost all pride and pride. How shocked was Leffenhardt when he realized that there were many great mysteries hidden in their forgotten culture?

He soon followed the old traces of this tribe. Fortunately, not all other races became slaves of humanity. Although they are a small number, there were people who gathered in remote areas untouched by humans and worked hard to continue their culture.

Reppenhardt, who met them, learned about their culture, and combined the elemental magic of the elves and the magic of the trolls with magic, was able to create a new level of magic. And he became the first wizard in history to use 10 circle magic.

As he continued to interact with other races, Reppenhardt’s values ​​naturally changed. To him, other races were no longer slaves. As a result, I could not stand to see the horrors prevalent in human society.

So, when the opportunity arose, he rescued slaves of different races. I worked hard and provided a way to live as best I could.

As time passed, the hidden villages of different races grew bigger and bigger, to the point where they could no longer fool the human eye. Those who lived as slaves arrogantly decorated the village, and the human kings and nobles immediately took notice. They immediately attacked with swords and knights leading the way.

Since I was attacked, of course I fought back. Reppenhardt’s powerful magic, which had already surpassed common sense, was capable of blowing away entire armies and castle walls. The intruders flew away. I didn’t feel guilty. He died while trying to kill him first, so it was his own fault. There was no reason to sympathize.

After defeating the enemies, the land owned by the dead people became free. So, they expanded the village and moved people of different races to live there as well.

They keep coming in, they keep destroying things, the land keeps getting empty, they keep moving.

As a result, it gradually became a national unit rather than a village. As Reppenhardt’s fame spread throughout the continent, other tribes of orcs, trolls, elves, and dwarves who had been hiding in remote areas also requested to be allowed to live there. Of course, Leffenhardt did not hesitate. I accepted everything as it came.

About four years passed like that.

Kingdom of Vasili, Kingdom of Teikan, Principality of Rastil. The three countries collapsed, and the Antares Empire arose in their place.

Although Reppenhardt happened to found a country of different races, he did not particularly hate humans. I just believe that all intelligent beings are equal.

Therefore, they did not pursue retaliatory policies such as enslaving humans. They were just treated as citizens on an equal footing with other races.

But people didn’t see it that way. It was believed that Reppenhardt hated humans and was gathering forces of darkness to destroy humanity and conquer the world. In fact, the people of the Antares Empire felt that their lives had become better, but even they claimed that Reppenhardt had deceived them with evil magic.

Once the empire was established, national invasions continued in earnest. At first it was one country, then two countries united, and then the allied armies of three countries invaded.

Each time, Reppenhardt defeated the invading army with powerful magic. As the number of human forces increased, it became difficult to deal with them. So, he reached out to low-level races that people called monsters, such as ogres, gnolls, and goblins, all of which had low intelligence, and incorporated them into his army. Although they were overly ferocious and difficult to control compared to other races, Repenhardt succeeded in raising them into an army. He did this with wide-range mind control magic and generous meals.

The army of this race increased day by day.

The war also grew in scale.

And when he came to his senses, he was suddenly called the Demon King and had become an object of fear and hatred from all humans on the continent.

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Leffenhardt opened his eyes. Five pairs of eyes, with a clear look of nervousness but with an unwavering light, were glaring at me.

It was truly a straight look. If others see it, they might say it’s a good look full of faith. However, in Reppenhardt’s view, it was a look of extreme self-righteousness and stubbornness that did not doubt that they were just.

Alex, the blond young man, drew his sword. He shouted, aiming the royal sword with rich decorations.

“With this sword, I will soothe the souls of those who died because of this!”

Repenhardt asked in a gloomy voice.

“… … “Then who will soothe the vengeful spirits of the dead elves and orcs?”

Alex screamed in bewilderment.

“It’s an abomination, Leffenhardt! Had it not been for your evil power, they would never have been corrupted! He would have been able to live his duty peacefully! “Isn’t it you who killed them too?”

no use. There is no conversation at all.

In their eyes, he is just an evil devil. All other races that dare to escape from the fountain of slavery are just dark races steeped in demonic nature and corrupted.

A light of anger appeared above Repenhardt’s black eyes.

“””then… … .””

Purple aura slowly began to bloom on the blood-red robe.

“I will become the Demon King as you wish!”

Reppenhardt raised the magical power of his entire body. A terrifying force swirls throughout the body and surges forth. The purple magic light becomes a pillar and pierces the sky.

At the same time, Alex and his group also entered a battle stance. Blue and golden auras rose from the entire bodies of the King of Fist and the Sword Saint. Jade also raised her magic power, and Elin also released sacred energy to surround the group.

Alex raised his sword and charged at the Demon King, shouting his spirit.

“Taaaaaat!”

The decisive battle for the fate of the continent has begun. A powerful magical force shattered all around, and blue sword light and golden speculation blew like a storm. In the aftermath alone, the entire hall ceiling was blown away and the solid granite walls crumbled like sand. The marble floor cracked as if it had been hit by an earthquake, and flames erupted in the wake of magic in various places, spraying out intense heat.

After about half an hour, Alex, who was unable to avoid the attack, was the first to vomit blood and collapse. It may seem a bit absurd that he was the first to leave the topic of a warrior, but if you think about it, it wasn’t that strange.

People were impressed when they saw Alex, who was good at using a sword, good at magic, and even possessed divine powers, and gave him the title of warrior, but in reality, this did not always have a good meaning. In short, he seems strong, but it’s unclear what his major is, so you could say it’s a title given to him. To put it nicely, he is an all-rounder, and to be honest, he is an all-rounder. In heroic stories, a hero often stays until the end to kill the devil, but in reality, no matter what he does, he who only digs one well is the one who succeeds.

Even when Alex fell, the remaining people continued to fight. Indeed, as they were, ‘those who only dug one well’, it was difficult for even Reppenhardt to be defeated easily. As the battle dragged on, the sun set and the moon rose. Those who saw the extreme in their respective fields attacked Reppenhardt again and again with all their might.

But Leffenhardt did not fall. Protecting himself with infinite magical power, he calmly parried all attacks and delivered fatal blows one after another. Soon, Saint Elin fell, Light Mage Jade fainted, and even the sword of Sword Saint Cyrus was broken, leaving only two people standing in the hall.

King Tethron, who had a stronger body and endurance than anyone else, did not give up and continued the battle with Reppenhardt even when he was left alone.

His body was processed into thread. His will was also fearsome. He dodged, deflected, and sometimes received the endless barrage of ultimate magic with his whole body, coughing up blood and getting hurt, but he never fell to his knees.

In the end, when the light of dawn shone overhead, Repenhardt’s seemingly infinite magical power also ran out.

And that was the difference between victory and defeat in the struggle for the fate of the continent. Repenhardt, who no longer received the protection of mana, was no different from an ordinary person, and Thesron, although in a dying state, still had the power to deliver a single blow.

“Cluck, clack…” … .”

Leffenhardt coughed. He felt pain as if his lungs were being stabbed with a knife, and red blood clots came out as he coughed.

He was dying. A single strike from King Thethron’s fist was enough to stop most of his physical functions. He was barely able to postpone death with his magic, but it was clear that he wouldn’t last long.

Leppenhardt leaned against the collapsed wall, breathing heavily, and looked at the dawn sky with regretful eyes. He was becoming increasingly blurry before his eyes.

‘Am I going to die like this…? … .’

Regret came flooding back. It was not a regret for helping a different race. Even now, I have no regrets about helping those beautiful elves, trustworthy dwarves, brave orcs, and wise trolls.

What he regretted was his own foolishness.

I dealt with everything too passively. Despite being invaded so many times, he only counterattacked each time, and rarely invaded another country. Because of that, he only gave other countries a lot of room to prepare for a re-invasion. Countries that felt alarmed gave each other plenty of room to join hands. Even at the time when the entire continent was colluding to target him, Repenhardt was still optimistic that everyone would eventually understand as time passed.

This was the price.

If I was going to help, I had to help properly. He should have anticipated the backlash of humans and that the entire continent would turn against him. Instead of creating a country just by chance, we should have made a clear plan from the beginning and built a strong country to protect the different races.

If you were called the Demon King, you had to behave like one!