Chapter 542
Tsk.
Raon clicked his tongue briefly while examining the neck of the evil spirit who stepped back.
‘It was shallow.’
I couldn’t swing my sword perfectly because I was protecting Runan. The devil’s neck was split and blood gushed out, but it was not a deep wound.
“Raon Sieghart.”
A voice filled with joy flowed from within the helmet of the demon.
“As expected, you came. I was waiting.”
He wiped the blood from his neck and spread his arms in welcome.
“Evil sheep. no.”
Raon twisted his lips as he looked at the purple eyes shining in the helmet of the evil sheep.
“Should we call it Syrian Slion?”
“Whoop whoop.”
The evil sheep took off the goat’s helmet. Although he has a fine appearance, the corners of Syria’s mouth, which seemed to be out of place somewhere, curled up.
“how did you know?”
“Because you’re the only one who can do this shit.”
Runan, who was forced to wear Baphomet’s helmet, was wrapped in a black stream, and in the other room, I can feel the presence of Lokhan and Clara, who seemed to have passed out.
The only one who could ruin the Slion family like this was the Syrian Slion, an insider.
‘Now the prey is right.’
I finally understood why the temperament of the evil spirit I first met when I was saving Federik was strangely familiar.
– Ice Cream Girl!
Lars flew to Runan and his lips trembled.
-That kind of garbage that can’t be saved!
If he only had a body, he spewed out a terrible murderous intent that would have cut off Syria’s head right away.
Raon frowned as he watched Runan tremble.
‘A fighting wedding… .’
Just like when I was kidnapped in Eden and fought the Dragonian using the Dragon’s Helmet, it was clear that Runan was fighting the helmet’s owner, Baphomet, in the spirit world.
‘I have to help.’
I don’t know how to help, but I need to decapitate Syrian Slion as soon as possible and give Runan strength.
He bit his lip and gave strength to the hand holding the Jecheon Sword.
“Then you know that I saved you. Why do you think that would have happened?”
“shut up.”
“It was just for that look.”
Syrian raised a finger and pointed at the twitching Runaan.
“I felt that spending time with you would help Runaan reach Mastery faster. I have helped you quite a few times.”
He waved his hand, saying there was no need to thank him.
“But the day my brother breaks his shell has come, so I don’t need you anymore.”
Syria stamped its feet. Dark red speculation burns over the shoulder of the guy whose thorns are protruding.
It was heavy, but it felt like my skin was being ripped off by the ferocious air waves.
Srrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr
Raon pulled out the requiem sword with his left hand.
strong.
I don’t know if he hid his power from the beginning or if he grew up in the meantime, but now Syria’s Gipa is more than Cloud, a student of the Holy Sword Training.
But I didn’t think he was afraid of anything.
oh oh oh!
The emotion of anger that had sunk to the bottom of the soul jumped out like a firecracker and spread throughout the body.
My heart was beating so fast, it felt like an unknown monster was covering my skin.
anger. Lars’ anger was connected to my emotions and ran like crazy.
“Why is there a bad sheep here! Plus, he’s Runan!”
Martha looked at Syria and Runan alternately and her eyes trembled.
“There are Runan’s parents down there. You save them both.”
Pointing to the room on the left where Rokan and Clara passed out, he instructed to rescue them.
“Me, me!”
Dorian on the ground pointed a finger at him.
“Soon, the warriors of the Slion family will attack. Stop them from coming this way.”
“Ah, I see.”
Dorian nodded and blew a long flute.
Beep beep!
The cool ringing sound stretched out endlessly.
“That… .”
“I made it while you weren’t there. Soon the whole windmill will be coming this way.”
Marta said to believe and jumped into the collapsed wall.
“It means we don’t have much time for each other.”
As Syria smiled and stretched out her hand, a greatsword the size of an adult man rose from the crushed ground.
As he grabbed his greatsword, black flames of fighting flared up on the blade. It is certainly. Syria now ranks higher than Cloud.
“Then let’s finish it quickly.”
As soon as Syria was about to approach, Raon pierced the heavenly sword and the soul sword into the cracked earth.
An incomplete sword realm.
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“Shinma harmony.”
A voice filled with anger twisted the flow of the world.
The world of imagery that has grown further is opened, and the sky and the earth are shaken.
The red sun and blue moon rose, and Raon’s two hands, standing under the mysterious light, manifested a divine sword and a demonic sword burning with flame and frost.
“… Sword realm?”
Syria’s eyes trembled as if she had seen something she couldn’t see.
“okay. Is that why you defeated the Seonggeomyeonju’s disciple?”
He twisted his lips, saying he now understands.
“But I’m different… .”
Raon kicked the ground the moment Syria spoke. She leapt like a ferocious tiger and slammed her new sword down at her bastard’s head.
“You have an impatient personality!”
As Syria lifted her mouth, the flames of speculation burning from the greatsword condensed and created an ink-colored light sphere. It was a strong hwan created by speculation.
Aaaaaaaagh!
Kang Hwan dwelling in the great sword and the flame of the new sword collided, and a terrifying shock wave exploded. The ground, which seemed firmly compacted, split, and the walls crumbled.
“Don’t kill me.”
Raon stopped the shockwave from spreading to Runan and hit Syrian’s neck with the magic sword of his left hand.
Whoops!
Syria drew a bizarre spell with his left hand, not holding a greatsword.
A black stem-like thing bloomed over the guy’s left shoulder and blocked the sword’s blade.
“Don’t you know? Baphomet can use both magic and martial arts… .”
“whatever.”
Raon stopped breathing. He tilted his upper body forward, contracting the muscles of his entire body.
He put the emotions of anger boiling inside him into his new sword and magic sword and pressed down Syria.
Koo-goo-goo-goo!
The new sword burning like hellfire pushed Syria’s greatsword away, and the harsh cold like a gust of wind cut off the black stalk.
“It’s a sword realm, so it’s certainly surprising, but… .”
Syria let out a dark laugh and turned around like a loach.
The guy swung his greatsword horizontally after shedding the energy of the new sword and demonic sword. Kang Hwan, who rose smoothly like a black pearl, pushed both the new sword and the demon sword at the same time.
“I am still immature.”
Raon did not succumb to Syria’s provocations. As much as he was pushed, he moved forward and twisted his wrists holding the new sword and the magic sword.
Chee Hee Hee!
The technique of the double sword technique learned from Cheryl led to the form of the long sword, causing tremendous pressure.
Koo-goo-goo-goo!
The black Kanghwan that dominated the space caused a trembling like it would explode while being blocked by the new sword and the demonic sword.
strength and power. A clash of aura and speculation twisted the earth’s axis, and the walls and ceiling collapsed like dried biscuits.
“Damn it! I thought I was dying!
As Raon gritted his teeth and tried to go further, Martha came out carrying Lokan and Clara on both shoulders.
Blood drips endlessly from his forehead and shoulders. It seemed that she, too, had come through her own bitter battle.
“I’ll take you to Runan! Absolutely win!”
Marta grabbed Runan, who was still convulsing, by the neck and climbed up the collapsed wall.
“Where are you going! Runaan is mine!”
As if forgetting that he was fighting Raon, Syria stretched out her left arm and fired a flash of black light at Marta. It was the touch of high-level magic darkness.
Whoaaaaaaa!
Raon raised the rosary wall by slashing his new sword at the top. A pillar of fire rising from the floor blocked the hand of darkness.
Wow!
Dark flames collided with dark mana, and purple sparks covered the air.
Chaaaaaaaaaaaagh!
Raon didn’t miss the moment when Syria’s gaze returned, and cut his thigh with the magic sword of his left hand.
“Kuaaaaa!”
Syria aimed its speculation at Martha’s back even though her flesh had been ripped off and blood was gushing out.
“Don’t touch mine!”
“Disgusting bastard.”
Raon wrinkled his brow while looking at Syria.
“Runaan is not yours.”
From the first time I saw him, I knew that Syria was obsessed with Runan.
But looking at it now, this is madness beyond obsession. Instead of spitting out nausea, he put his anger into his sword.
Aaaaaaagh!
The fire and frost condensed in the new sword and the magic sword exploded and tore apart Syria’s fighting spirit.
Even though he was barely defending himself with a greatsword and a wall of darkness, he did not take his eyes off Runan.
“Lunaaaaan!”
Raon let go of the demonic sword blocked by the Syrian wall. He cupped his fist in his left hand, and thrust his fist into the muzzle of the one who shouted Runaan’s name.
Deud deude deuk!
There was the sound of bones and teeth breaking, and Syria bounced off and crashed to the ground.
“Keuheugh!”
Red-stained teeth were pulled out of Syria’s mouth. However, he shouted Runaan’s name even as he felt excruciating pain.
“Runan!”
Raon covered Syria’s gaze and slashed his new sword.
“Big!”
Syria rolled like a bug to dodge the sword, then grabbed the wall and stood up.
“Stop interfering with the subject of Sieghart’s dog!”
He grabbed the greatsword with both hands and uttered a grotesque incantation.
oh oh oh!
Grains of black mana gathered from heaven and earth, and permeated Syria’s body.
Its air waves soared like a tidal wave, and the size of the strong ring that burned from the greatsword more than doubled.
Wow!
Syria rushes in with its greatsword back. Her floor is crushed, and the flow of mana is twisted.
The guy was showing his full potential without thinking back.
It wasn’t just the strong wind. I could feel the technique of the heavy sword and the strong sword that had been polished to the extreme in the great sword that came from behind.
It’s standard to counterattack after avoiding such an ignorant charge, but I didn’t want to back down this time.
Whether he was eaten by Baphomet or not, he wanted to suppress the pervert who was obsessed with his brother with force.
Whoops!
Raon stepped on Jin-gak with his left foot. Harmonizing his muscles and the pulse of his aura, he struck down both the divine and demonic swords at the same time.
Aaaaaaaaaaaaa!
Power, heat, and cold, condensed with speculation, collided head-on, creating a mighty mana storm.
The floor, walls and ceiling were erased and the open sky opened up.
Koo-goo-goo-goo!
Syria’s strength and fighting spirit were as fierce as a ghost who had risen to become a grand master, but Raon was not pushed aside in the slightest.
He used the sword realization and used all his strength to fight with his sword, consuming a lot of aura, but on the contrary, he was getting stronger and stronger.
anger.
The anger I received from Lars penetrated my soul and gave me the power to melt reason.
Normally, I would have used the ring of fire to block the movement of anger, but now I rather stopped the ring of fire and accepted the anger.
oh oh oh!
It’s not blood in your veins, it’s the feeling of anger running through your veins. The emotions of rage engulfed her from her fingertips to her brain.
-this… .
Lars was saying something, but I didn’t care.
“I won’t kill you!”
Raon aroused the will to kill the trash in front of him in a omnipotent feeling as if he could do anything.
Quaaaaaaaaaa!
The flame of the new sword and the frost of the magic sword, which received the emotion of anger, burned as if they would reach the end of the sky.
Koo-goo-goo-goo!
Raon oppressed Syria, displaying uncontrollable rage.
“Hey, how is this… .”
Syria widened its eyes as if it had never imagined that Kang-hwan, who had done his best, would be pushed back.
Chaaaaaaaaaaaagh!
Raon revealed his intent to kill and cut Syria’s stomach as he was pushed out.
Pukaaaak!
The armor, which is harder than steel, was ripped off, and blood gushed from the rough cut wound.
“Big… .”
Syria stepped back with a bayonet. Confusion and questioning reflected in his trembling eyes.
“You, what are you… .”
“Do you know what a hard time that child endured?”
Raon chewed his lips and approached Syria.
“Do you know how many hours I’ve wielded the sword and agonized over to erase the trauma I got from you?”
I can tell because I’ve been watching Runan from the side. Even though he endured daily stabbing pain, he didn’t show the slightest hint.
He did not want to convey his sadness to his parents or colleagues, so he erased his expression and endured his sadness alone.
I knew how much emotion he was hiding from just saying he wanted to eat ice cream, so I couldn’t forgive him as much as Syria.
“The reason Runan learns defensive swordsmanship is because of you. He’s a kid who chose to stop you rather than wield a sword to protect his parents from you!”
Grinding his teeth, he fixed the new sword and the magic sword.
“You don’t deserve to exist in this world.”
“shut up! Don’t speak Runan’s name with your mouth!”
Syrian screamed and raised his greatsword. On top of the shaved sword pole, a powerful fantasy that is different from before rises. As if it contained all the remaining fighting spirit and mana, a creepy ink light swirled around.
“Runaan is mine!”
“He doesn’t belong to anyone.”
Raon jumped into a dark ring that shimmered as if it were going to explode, crossing the new sword and the magic sword.
Raon Sieghart style inspection.
The 6th Type Shinmajo Harmony Linked Blue Red Invincible Sword.
Just as a master’s brush draws a straight line, the new sword and the demonic sword that fell firmly drew red and blue lines on the drawing paper of the world.
Aaaaaaaaaaa!
Red flames and blue frost blended together as if they were originally one color, and emitted a magnificent light.
Deud deude deuk!
The strong ring that seemed to swallow the heavens and the earth split, and Syria’s arms were ripped off.
“Quaaaaaagh!”
Syria screamed and collapsed to the floor. A bloody stream of blood poured from her arm.
“Syrian Slyon!”
Raon was not satisfied with seeing the face of Syria, who was about to die, and rushed like a beast.
Pukaaaaaa!
The sword system was released, and the returned Jecheon Sword and the Requiem Sword were driven into Syria’s shoulder and struck him in the face with a clenched fist.
Wow!
The aura bottomed out, but the anger ignited a thicker flame. Fueled by an endlessly burning rage, they struck Syria in the face one after another.
Quaang! Wow!
With each blow, Syrian cheekbones are broken, nose bones are crushed, and teeth are pulled out.
“Turn it off… .”
Syria let out a sound that I didn’t know if it was a scream or a laugh with my eyes closed.
“die!”
A bloody smile blooms on Raon’s lips.
The hot anger melts the brain and shouts. Tell him to kill him, kill him with maximum pain.
As if to respond to that will, he beat Syria’s whole body in a more promiscuous and brutal way.
-… Nira!
As he tried to break Syria’s collarbone with his fist, Lars leapt in front of his eyes.
-Calm down!
‘Ras?’
– You stupid bastard!
The moment Lars’ shouting voice resounded, his narrowed vision opened and he came to his senses.
-What are you doing now! It’s not time to waste time on this pervert!
The guy hit his head, asking if he would save Runan.
“ah… .”
Only then did the anger that suppressed the aura and led the body and mind subsided.
“Cheuk… .”
Raon vomited black blood. He lost his strength and suffered intense pain all over his body, perhaps as an aftereffect of giving himself over to anger.
-You’re still too early to deal with your anger!
‘Huh… .’
– No, I don’t have time to scold you right now. move fast!
Lars raised his hand to go upstairs.
‘sorry… .’
Raon bit his lip and turned around. He crawled up through the collapsed space.
Whoops!
Upon reaching the ground, I saw Dorian using various equipment to block the Slion family’s unmanned soldiers.
Next to him was Martha, who was forcibly holding on to Runan.
“Why are you here so late! Stop it quickly!”
Martha was shedding bloody tears, probably because she overused her strength, and Runan was striking Martha roughly while wearing Baphomet’s helmet.
Black mana spread around her.
“ah… .”
Raon’s lips trembled as he looked at the purple eyes in the helmet.
‘Is it late?’
My hands lost strength, so I dropped the Jecheon Sword and the Requiem Sword. His head went blank, and what he had surrendered to anger returned as a stream of regret.
‘Las, by any chance… .’
-Um, I don’t know if you were fighting, but in that state… .
Lars bit his lip as if he didn’t know what to do.
“Runan. I… .”
As he gritted his teeth while watching Runan transform into a demon, a mole popped out from under his feet.
“It’s not too late.”
The mole rubbed his head and shook his head. It was Merlin’s voice.
“Go. I will help you.”
“How are you here… .”
“It doesn’t matter now. If it’s too late, I really can’t turn it back.”
She waved her hand to go.
Bullfight!
Raon bit his lip and kicked the crushed ground. He slashed Martha and stood up alone, putting his hand on the Baphomet helmet worn by Runan.
“go away.”
Runaan’s voice cracks like it came from hell.
The moment she raised her black blade and tried to stab me, Merlin’s mana permeated and my eyes turned white.
