Chapter 627
“ah… .”
Buland’s dead body fell like dry firewood.
“uh… ?”
“Aaaagh!”
“Everything, Danlord!”
“Oh, no… .”
The Black Reds screamed and screamed at Buland’s corpse.
“The windmill.”
Raon made eye contact with the windmill waiting behind him.
“Kill them all.”
The bandits here are human scum that tried to burn innocent people after slaughtering them. It wasn’t worth saving.
“I take orders.”
As if his personality had changed from when he was at the 5th gymnasium, he pointed his sword at the black red band, revealing cold eyes.
Chow ah!
The sword of Gwangpungdae, which was perfected as a single soldier after undergoing numerous real battles, cut the necks of the bandits without the slightest hesitation.
“Sah, save me!”
“I’m leaving right now!”
“Stop it! Stop!”
The Black Reds knelt down, shouting for help, but Raon’s commanded sword of the Gwangpungdae didn’t stop until it cut down the last enemy.
Raon climbed over the headless corpse of the bandit leader and approached the old man who was coughing up blood from his stomach.
‘It’s a terrible wound.’
It was a problem that the wound was big, but he was an old man with weak stamina, and he was bleeding so much that it seemed impossible to heal it simply by pouring divine power.
However, I wanted to save this old man because he was a righteous man who did not give in to the threats of the bandits and tried to save the village to the end.
Whoops!
He raised the divinity that bloomed in darkness and condensed it into his grasp.
Using the insights he gained while experiencing the Suran tribe, he refined his divine power in the form of a needle and thread.
“Hey, prosecutor!”
“Please save the chief!”
“Please!”
The villagers knelt down to save the village chief first, even when they themselves were stabbed and injured. It was a look that could tell what kind of person the village chief was.
“I will do my best.”
Raon resonated the ring of fire. Just like when entering the realm of super-rising, he raised his concentration.
I pushed in the divine power to remove the dead blood and examine the organs, but as if all the blood vessels had burst, the bleeding continued, which was difficult to stop even with the divine power.
‘shit. I need to stop the bleeding… .’
Too many torn blood vessels.
I had learned the art of medicine, but it was the first time I had ever healed organ damage at this level, and a cold sweat broke out on my forehead.
“I will see.”
Martha came to the side while frowning and consuming only divine power.
“This way.”
She put her hand sprinkled with holy water into the village chief’s abdomen and directly found the bleeding area.
“Connect this blood vessel first. There is still plenty of space elsewhere.”
“okay.”
Raon nodded. He believed in Martha and used a needle and thread trimmed with divine power to splic the village chief’s veins.
As she said, when the first blood vessel was taken, the bleeding was significantly reduced, giving me time to examine other organs. Using her remaining divine power, she closed the wounds in her organs and filled them with flesh.
“eww… .”
The color of the village headman’s face, which had been pale as if he were about to die, slowly began to return. He slowly raised his eyelids.
“I, I… .”
“Chief!”
“iced coffee!”
The villagers ran to the village chief, who opened his eyes sobbing.
“Wasn’t I dead?”
“These prosecutors saved me!”
“I think you came out of Sieghart.”
“that… .”
As soon as the village chief heard what the villagers said, he struggled with his arms and legs as if trying to get himself up.
“You still need to rest.”
Raon pressed the village chief’s shoulders and put him back on the floor.
“Um… .”
The village chief gave thanks with a mixture of deeper emotions than just bowing down with shaking eyes.
“Me, thank you so much for saving our village. I really don’t know what to say.”
He was more grateful for saving the villagers than for his own life. He was the man I thought he was.
“We don’t even belong to Sieghart… .”
“It doesn’t matter.”
As the village chief said, this village is out of Sieghart’s domain. But that’s not a reason not to save them.
If work was urgent and innocent people died right in front of their eyes, they would be no different from Derus Robert.
“In case you don’t know, stay inside Sieghart’s realm until this is over. There’s a village just up there under our protection, so it shouldn’t be hard to find your way.”
“Are you really okay? We haven’t done anything to Sieghart.”
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“Never mind.”
Raon shook his head with a light smile.
“Ah, well, I’d like to give you something, but it’s all burned… .”
The village chief lifted his head with difficulty. He chewed his lips at the ashes of the apple trees.
“Then, please send me an apology after reviving the forest later.”
Raon applied medicine to the village chief’s stomach and shook his head.
“That is enough.”
“ah… .”
Maybe he didn’t know that the village chief only wanted an apology, but he was speechless with his eyes wide open.
“Dorian.”
Raon gestured to Dorian, who finished cleaning up behind him.
“yep!”
Dorian came over and bowed his head.
“Let me guide these people to Simon Village.”
“All right!”
He nodded and carefully carried the village chief on his back.
“Take only valuables and follow me!”
Dorian put useful things among the burned items in his stomach pocket and went up north with the villagers.
Raon watched the villagers following Dorian and then turned around. He walked over to Martha, who was looking at his hand, and nodded his head.
“thank you. I was able to save it thanks to you.”
“no.”
Martha lowered her blood-soaked hands and shook her head calmly. She didn’t let go of her words, even though they were alone, as if she was trying to keep her word.
“Did you continue to study medicine?”
“When I had time, I went to the Holy Son and learned little by little.”
She seemed to have continued to study medicine until now, as if her wish to heal everyone’s injuries after the attack on Orgos was true.
“It gives me a very strange feeling to save someone with a hand that used to kill someone.”
Marta looked at her hand for a long time. The corners of her hard mouth seemed to loosen slightly.
– Big!
Lars exclaimed as if he had chewed up a piece of beef.
-After all, it’s a beef girl! You have the right to become a subordinate of the original king!
The guy nodded as if he liked Martha’s mental growth.
‘He doesn’t even know you exist.’
– It doesn’t matter! A true king only watches the growth of his subordinates.
Lars said something like a demon for the first time in a while and then raised the corner of his mouth.
Whoa!
As I laughed at Lars’ wagging tail, I heard the sound of the wind from behind.
“Lord.”
Mark Goetton approached with wild steps like a bison and prostrated himself. The Gwangpungdae swordsmen who came with him also bowed their heads.
“According to the information from the black market, there were unmanned people who occupied Kuven Village. After dealing with everything, I returned.”
“I suffered.”
Raon looked at Mark Goeten and nodded.
“This one is over.”
This time Rimmer walked down from the northeast. He waved his hands as if tired.
“Ah, I don’t know why weaklings are so persistent.”
“You worked hard.”
Raon drew a subtle smile as he watched Rimmer trudging along.
‘It’s over now.’
The first information requested from Denning Rose was not the location of the devil’s sword, but the location of the village near Sieghart’s area, which was damaged by unmanned men blinded by desire.
The mission of the Gwangpungdae was to patrol and protect the territory, not the tomb of the Sword Master, and I wanted to solve this problem first because I had seen so many ordinary people die by uninhabited people blinded by treasure.
“Since you saved five villages so far, have you finished them all?”
Burren brushed off the blood on his sword and came to the side.
“If the information on the black market is accurate, then it must be correct.”
Martha gave a calm look and nodded.
“… … .”
Runan looked at Martha with blind eyes.
“what! If you have something to say, say it!”
Martha frowned as if she didn’t like it.
“Thank you for the cold but warm treatment.”
Runaan looked at Martha and put her hands together.
“A friendly narcissist.”
“shut up! This!”
Marta rushed at Runan as if she had never shown a calm appearance.
Cheeik!
Just as the two were about to collide, a man in a gray robe rose from the shadows on the floor.
“Meet Gwangpungdaeju.”
He bent over with his hand on his chest. He was a direct agent of Denning Rose, who delivered information on the black market in real time.
“Are there any other villages suffering damage?”
“yes. The warriors moved westward along the ghost sword, and there are no villages with accidents anymore.”
The agent nodded, saying that it was all sorted out thanks to the windshield.
Leon turned around. He chinned while looking at the windmill that revealed his cool eyes.
“From now on, it is real. Are you ready?”
“yes!”
Gwangpungdae chanted neither high nor low. Confidence and tension appropriately met young eyes and nodded.
Raon touched the blade of the Jecheon sword with a smile. He felt the air of murderous intent and desire coming from the west, and tightened his grip on his mouth.
“Please guide me to the place where the demon sword is located.”
* * *
Raon and Gwangpungdae followed the black market agent to the west.
When they left the realm of Sieghart and Balkar and arrived at the bizarre terrain where forests and deserts were mixed, the wall in front of them was filled with people.
“What is so many?”
Martha wrinkled her brows as if she was tired of the crowds.
“Even if you say it, the number of people is overwhelming.”
Burren shook his head as if he hadn’t expected so many people to gather.
“Hmm.”
Runaan gave a short yawn as if he wasn’t interested.
Raon narrowed his eyes as he looked at those who had stopped before entering the desert.
‘Someone’s blocking the way.’
Among the warriors and wizards looking for an opportunity in front of the desert, there were no special strengths.
The real master seemed to be rolling his eyes in the corner of the forest and desert, hiding his skills.
‘on the other side… .’
The guys blocking their way are masters.
The reason why this crowd couldn’t go out into the desert wasn’t because there was no order, it was because there were guys blocking the road in front of them.
Seeing that he was blocking this amount of people, he seemed to be quite strong.
“Tsk tsk. I am very greedy.”
Rimer clicked his tongue at the people who somehow wanted to get inside.
“The most important thing in life is to let go of greed.”
At his murmur, Raon and the windmill turned around at the same time.
-What kind of bullshit are you talking about?
‘I don’t know.’
Even Lars showed blank eyes as if asking what nonsense he was talking about.
“why? That’s right!”
“I would have been right if the sub-owner hadn’t said that.”
Martha shook her head in pity.
As Raon smiled, a middle-aged man wearing a hood came down with a light breeze.
“Laon.”
“You are Lisleun.”
It was Lisrun, an agent of the black market who guided him to the Thran tribe. He heard that he was tracking the demon sword master, but he seemed to have followed him all the way here.
“I changed my appearance, you recognize me.”
Lisn took off his hood and laughed awkwardly.
“Because we have the same sign.”
“Ha, hiding your energy in front of Raon-sama, there would be no point in wearing a disguise.”
He shook his head and took a step forward.
“We don’t have time to answer the questions, so I’ll start by explaining the situation.”
Lisrn was not a black market, but was polite as if he belonged to Sieghart.
“The guys blocking the road in front of that crowd are the swordsmen of the Holy Sword Training and the demons of the Black Tower.”
“Black Tower?”
“yes. They are the subordinates of the owner of the floor, Seolgoehu.”
“It looks like Seonggeomryun and Black Tower joined hands.”
Previously, when the Holy Sword Trainer attacked Shin Zhuo Ling, the Black Tower had attacked Balkar. The two still seemed to maintain an alliance-level relationship.
“It seems so.”
Rhysn nodded, saying that he had the same thoughts.
“Where are the Ghost Sword Master and Snow Ghost?”
“In the desert, Sieghart’s sword master and Valkar’s thunderbolt Barfil are fighting. It looked like he was looking for Togeomzon’s grave while fighting.”
He immediately explained the situation as if he had been watching everyone around him.
“Among those who are blocking the road right now, the strongest ones are Lucyton, the autopsy master of the Ghost Sword Corps, and Belurian, the vice master. Because of the mighty power of the two monsters, they can’t even set foot in the desert.”
Rhysn shook his head as he saw the hesitant people in the blockage.
“There seem to be quite a few masters hiding.”
“yes. However, they seem unwilling to move until the tomb is found.”
Lisrn also licked his lips as if he noticed the existence of the gimmicks hidden here and there.
“What would you like?”
He lowered his head as if he would follow Raon’s movements.
Leon looked back. The light wind band was shining a calm gaze as if it would follow any command.
‘In the past, he would have hidden like everyone else.’
In my previous life, I would have waited for an opportunity hiding like the others,
In his current life, he was given the name Raon Sieghart, Lord of Winds. He didn’t have to hide anymore.
It was the best time of all to announce the name of Gwangpungdae, who had struck a new sword.
“Clear the way.”
Leaving those words behind, Raon headed forward first.
that buck
The warriors, who had been looking only forward, naturally looked back and stepped back at the footsteps that heavily pressed the ground and the mighty air waves that blazed beneath them.
“ah… .”
“What, what… .”
“Why, why push like this!”
The warriors opened the way even as they bumped into each other. He looked as if he didn’t even know why he was leaving.
“uh? That… .”
“The pattern of Sieghart?”
“If it’s blonde hair, no way!”
“that’s right. Ra-Raon Sieghart.”
“Rad dog. No, it’s a mad wind!”
The warriors recognized Raon and Gwangpungdae, swallowed dry saliva, and took a step back.
As I passed the human race, which had fallen like the ebb tide, I saw a middle-aged swordsman holding a thin sword and a woman with black eyes under her eyes.
“hmm?”
“That… .”
The two frowned as if they recognized Raon and Gwangpungdae.
“Raon Sieghart. Are you a dragon slayer?”
Lucyton, the autopsy master of the Ghost Sword Corps, looked at Raon and licked her lips.
“It’s forbidden to enter here.”
Belusian narrowed his eyes nervously and loosened his fingers.
“… … .”
Raon did not stop walking as if ignoring the two of them.
“Leave it.”
Lucyton shook his hand at Belusian, who was about to run into Raon.
“Actually, I was just curious.”
He shook his head, revealing strange eyes.
“I wonder if that guy is really strong.”
“What do you mean? A dragon slayer!”
Belusian frowned at Lucyton.
“lets think. When that guy killed Cloud, Aris Sieghard was there, and when he cut down the light dragon, that monster stood by his side.”
“uh? then… .”
“okay. Aris Sieghardt gave that bastard credit. Does that force make sense at the age of 21?”
Lucyton drew a sneer on his lips as if he knew Raon’s secret.
“He can’t do anything by himself.”
“surely… .”
Belusian also smiled at the corners of his lips as if he believed Lucyton’s words.
“So what are you going to do?”
Raon stopped in front of Lucyton and Belusian.
Rumors like that are circulating these days. Even for the newly polished gwangpungdae, he had to show his inaction here.
“What! I’m putting an end to your nonsense here! If you defeat me, I will spread your rumors even in death!”
As if confident of victory, Lucyton rushed in with a ferocious wave.
His thin blade flashed softly and at the same time rushed toward the uvula as if it had pierced space.
Chiying!
As if in agreement with him, Belusian swung to the left and thrust in his claws burning with black energy.
As if this wasn’t the first time the two had fought together, each other’s attacks were in rough harmony.
Raon slowly lowered his hand and grabbed the blade of the Jecheon Sword. As if going for a walk, he lightly stretched out his left foot and raised his sword.
Chiyiying!
The swordplay that soared, creating a blue wind, drew a clear light between Belusian’s magic and Lucyton’s sword strike.
Wow!
Lucyton’s sword and Belusian’s fingernails split at the same time, and a red line was drawn around their necks.
Tuuk.
Lucyton and Belusian’s throats fell before they could even exhale.
The Jecheon sword, which drew a graceful trajectory that seemed to escape reality, sank with a faint light.
“There is no need to spread rumors.”
Raon stepped over the corpses of the two and brushed off the blood from the jecheon sword.
“Because all that comes out of cheap snouts are cheap rumors.”
