Overpowered Sword Chapter 107

Level up with swords (107)

Drake.

It is the pinnacle of the notoriously powerful sub-dragon species, and once it appears, it is a monster that causes so much damage that its name is engraved in history books.

Risk level S+ rank.

It was of a higher rank than the Cyclops, which has a relatively narrow range of activity, the Mountain Worm, which has a huge damage range but does not approach civilization, and the Manticore, which has better magical abilities but lacks physical abilities.

When its wings are spread out, its body length exceeds 100 meters, its scales can repel even “Auror Weapons”, and its weight exceeds tens of tons.

Also, breath and primitive magic with power equivalent to strategic magic.

Drake was a monster with all kinds of strengths without any weaknesses.

But now Drake

Cheeeeeek… !

It was sizzling on a huge stone slab.

“Hmm, it doesn’t ripen as well as I thought.”

“Shall we raise the temperature further?”

Vulcan turned over Drake’s flesh and waved his hand.

“No, if I raise it any further, it will burn. “It doesn’t mean it won’t cook, so if you bake it for a long time, it will be cooked.”

Since I’ve only cooked monsters once or twice, I thought Vulcan was pretty good at this level.

Compared to guys like the Salamander, whose corpse also has fire resistance, or the corpse snail, which comes back to life when cut in two, it was easy to wait a long time.

Moreover, baking wasn’t the only recipe.

“What about the group in charge of frying and boiling pork? “Is everything going well?”

Chief Vulkan looked around as he walked to another place.

Then the giants who were frying drake in a pot larger than the castle gate shook their heads.

“No fried food.”

“why?”

“Not only the blood, but even the oil that flows from the meat of the pig is extremely toxic. Zulu, that idiot took a bite of it and is still twitching.”

“Hmm… .”

Balkan looked down at the giant writhing at his feet and let out a groan. If the poison does not die at all even after being soaked in hot oil for several tens of minutes, there is little point in using a neutralizer.

The poison resistance of the Titans is enormous.

The poison spewed out by swamp trolls would not cause hives, and even if one bathed in mercury, the body’s bloodstream would excrete heavy metals at will.

However, the Drake’s poison paralyzed them with just the fat from its meat.

“The one caught 20 years ago wasn’t this harsh, but I guess there’s a big difference between each individual.”

Still, there were no parts that could be fried.

I don’t know why, but there was almost no toxicity in the flesh around the head, especially around the skull where there were knife marks.

“I can’t help it. There isn’t much head meat, so fry half of it and give it to the main players of this hunt. “It’s okay to take a bite or two, but I know that if I eat too much, I’m going to die.”

“All right!”

As the frying group responded quickly, the boiling group immediately continued speaking.

“The boiled pork is pretty good. “I boiled it in water with a neutralizer, so all the poison was gone.”

“If there was a lot of neutralizing agent, it would be a bit bitter, right?”

“That’s why I added a generous amount of Alauneh’s honey. “I was planning on making the seasoning quite sweet, so it will be appropriate.”

“Good idea. “I look forward to it.”

Balkan, who had tapped the shoulders of the six giants, turned around.

The dishes were going well, so it was time to go back and talk to the two of them.

Drake is a monster that is difficult to hunt even for Titan warriors.

That saga was the true snack of this festival.

When he returned, Leon and Karen were already talking, surrounded by numerous giants.

“You mean he shouted ‘Kyaoooooo!’ and the sky suddenly turned dark? And the rain was pouring down, and holes were forming in the rocks… .”

Perhaps it was her first time receiving attention like this, but Karen showed off her excitement and even pretended to make gestures to show off her bravery.

Drake’s two wings were so long and wide.

How powerful was the primitive magic of darkness.

When ‘Dark Breath’ and ‘Polar Cross’ clashed, it was like the heavens and earth were splitting apart.

“Oooooh! “I believed it, damn it!”

“Hey, human warrior! “Your skills are quite good!”

“Really, you’re doing something reckless!”

The Titans also responded to the enthusiasm by adding chuimsae.

There were dozens of palms tapping on Leon’s back and shoulders. From a Titan’s point of view, it was a light hit, but from a human’s point of view, it was like being hit with a battle hammer.

Leon’s body, which managed to keep a smiling face, staggered like a scarecrow in a storm.

‘Ugh… .’

Leon tried to use his aura to lessen the shock, but held back for fear of breaking the mood. How can a palm strike be stronger than a swamp troll’s punch?

Balkan’s happy smiling face was even more disgusting today.

I wanted them to stop me from watching, but Karen’s impromptu performance and the Titans’ chumming continued until the food was served.

The first thing that came out was steak.

“Drake’s grilled belly!”

“oh! “It’s golden brown and cooked well!”

As expected of the Titans, an appetizing smell came from the meat on a plate larger than the tower shield.

The plate was set in front of the two people before anyone else.

Leon and Karen carefully lifted their knives.

Wow.

The meat, which was much softer than when alive, was cut into pieces.

“The hero should do it first… ?”

“No, you are the poison expert… .”

The two people talked to each other like that, and then put the meat into their mouths with an expression of silent agreement.

At the same time, two pairs of eyes widened.

“delicious!?”

“It melts as soon as it touches your tongue!”

It had a taste that could not be attributed to a monster.

Basically, the monster’s entire body, from its flesh to its blood and internal organs, was unspeakable. Aside from the poison, the meat was very tough and the odor was strong.

However, the Titans, who have lived in the depths for hundreds of years, did not give up and through repeated trial and error, they ended up perfecting a recipe according to the monster’s species and body structure.

“Hahaha! In addition to grilled belly fat, we also have fried head meat and boiled leg meat, so don’t hesitate and eat them!”

Vulcan, satisfied with the two’s reactions, chuckled and raised his glass.

“Drake Hunter! Our friends! For the warriors!”

Then the Titans all lifted their glasses and sang again.

“for!”

“Cheers!”

“Cheers!”

After clinking glasses with the Vulcan shout, all the Titans began reaching for the food on the table.

Grilled belly fat, fried head meat, boiled leg meat.

In addition, there were plenty of dishes including test dishes, and some people even ate the less poisonous test dishes and then went back and ate the crab foam. It’s a shame it ended in a crab bubble thanks to its poison resistance, otherwise the festival might have turned into a mass funeral.

“What do you think? Monster fish is pretty good to eat, right?”

When Vulcan approached and asked, Leon nodded, ignoring the Titans twitching beyond.

“It’s much more delicious than I thought. Are all non-Drake monsters this delicious?”

“Ah, the taste varies greatly depending on the type.”

Balkan, who once devoted himself to cooking monster dishes, points out a few fingers.

“All types of trolls are fine, but the smell is too strong, and ogres have high muscle density, so they are tough. Cockatrice tastes like a mixture of chicken and snake meat, but sometimes the venom glands are in strange places, so eating it can cause diarrhea for several days.”

“What if it’s a race other than Titan?”

“Of course you will die on the spot! Hahaha!”

I don’t think it’s something to say with a smile.

Leon shook off his slight interest in the monster dish and reached for the glass in front of him.

When I smelled the pungent smell, it was definitely alcohol.

It’s already been over a year since my coming-of-age ceremony, and I still haven’t had a chance to drink alcohol properly. Leon raised his hand, half out of curiosity and half in anticipation, and tried to raise the glass to his mouth.

Faaah!

When ‘Purifier’s Stigmata’ was activated, alcohol was changed to plain water.

“uh?”

Leon thought, “No way,” and touched the glass of wine placed in front of Vulcan. There was no way the Titans would try to poison him, so there was only one possibility.

It was exactly as I thought.

Faaah!

While looking at the alcohol that had turned into plain water, Leon made eye contact with Karen next to him, who had a similarly dumbfounded expression.

Strong alcohol.

Leon, who had tried the stigmata several times, knew. When ‘Purification’ is activated on poisoned alcohol, only the poison disappears and the alcohol remains. However, the alcohol in this glass turned into plain water.

This meant that it was at a level where alcohol and poison could not be distinguished.

Nevertheless, the Titans were drinking this strong drink like water.

[…] They are crazy people.]

Even El Cid spoke in a tired voice.

Leon just nodded once at the muttering, and replaced the glass Karen held out with plain water.

Apparently, the Titans were very good at drinking alcohol.

Both temporally and racially.

* * *

The banquet, which started in the early evening, continued until the moon in the sky was waning, and it was only when the Titans, intoxicated with alcohol and poison, piled up like a large hill that it finally calmed down.

According to Karen’s analysis, the alcohol he purified was enough to kill a bear with just one drop, and the banquet came to an end after over a hundred cans of it had been emptied.

“It’s finally become a little quieter.”

Cassim, who was sitting next to the two people, spoke.

“You two haven’t been drinking? “I soaked it pretty well.”

“that is… .”

When Leon answered truthfully, Cassim scratched the back of his head with a bitter smile on his face.

This was something I couldn’t know because I lived as a Titan.

El Cid added an explanation, saying he thought so too.

[All of the Titans’ internal organs are so strong that they are incomparable to humans. The same goes for the liver, which is responsible for dissolving alcohol and poison, so you won’t be able to get drunk with any alcohol.]

‘So you’re saying that you drank until you could get drunk, and it got to the level of lethal poison?’

[maybe?]

It was an absurd story.

When Leon, who was at a loss for words, fell silent, Cassim lightly apologized to the two and changed the topic.

As the King of Giants, this was a question he posed to the new hero.

“By subduing Drake, the priest has refined his unstable strength. “The important thing is what to do from now on.”

“From now on… is it.”

“I want to hear that story.”

As soon as Leon heard that topic, he fell into deep thought.

The Brave.

A person who carries on his back the role of saving an era and guides light in difficult times.

If you think about it, “Swallow the City” in the Free City of Blaine and the warlock defeated in Rubena were just the beginning. The enemies he will face in the future will be even more powerful and vicious.

How should we overcome the chaos brought about by evil enemies?

It was not a problem that could be answered by thinking about it for a few minutes.

“… “I can’t think of anything yet.”

When Leon, realizing his own immaturity once again, laughed bitterly, Cassim looked at him with a strange expression.

Regardless of whether the answer was good or bad, the focus seemed to be off.

He said while glaring at the holy sword at his waist.

“Maybe you don’t know?”

“yes?”

“The holy sword must have the function of guiding the path of the hero.”

[Oh, that’s right.]

Then, light emanated from El Cid, the holy sword at his waist.

I feel like I only remembered it after it was pointed out to me.

“This!”

Leon gaped when he saw the light coming from the sword hilt. Karen, who was sitting next to me, did the same.

It was an elaborate yet beautiful painting.

A painting that captures the curves of continents, mountains, rivers, and the sea.

The most accurate continental map in the world appeared in the air.

“It’s an ability that Roderick showed once while he was alive. “It’s one of the few advantages of a holy sword.”

Cassim continued speaking while still looking at the holy sword.

“This map of the continent not only displays geographical features, but also has the ability to see in real time the events and people that are confusing the world. “How can a warrior who has nothing but military power conquer an entire continent?”

It was definitely as he said.

When I looked closely at the map of the continent based on golden light, several colored markings appeared throughout the shape.

Black, red, orange, yellow, blue, green.

There were a total of 6 types of marks.

Leon, who was unconsciously searching for his location, gasped without realizing it.

“… Black color.”

This was because the place where he was currently staying, deep in the Titan Mountains, was clearly marked with a black mark.