The Indomitable Martial King Chapter 15

The devil is right around the corner. It was time for Cilan to open his eyes and face the horror before his eyes.

Paang!

A sound is heard and a strong wind blows. Her hair flutters messily. Cilan closed his eyes without realizing it.

“Ugh!”

When he opened his eyes again, a black shadow was already standing between him and the devil. Surprised, Cilan blinked her eyes. Something huge is covering his entire field of vision, covering him like a shield.

‘W-what is it?’

It was the back of a huge, very sturdy man.

Chapter 3 Big and beautiful!

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“Whoa… … .”

Reppenhardt took a breath. He came in such a hurry that even though he was disciplined, his breathing had become quite difficult. He deliberately didn’t touch the trap and avoided the monsters’ eyes, so he moved around more than necessary.

Tagrel must have been taken aback by his sudden appearance, so he withdrew his attack and took a step back. In the meantime, Reppenhardt took a quick look at the condition of his companions.

Stevan and the other knights were turned into crushed tin cans lying around, and the elf woman was lying limp like a broken doll. Fortunately, Toad, Cilan, and the orc slaves seem to be unharmed, but they are in a half-fazed state.

‘Tsk, I expected it, but it looks more miserable than I thought… … .’

Cilan’s surprised voice came from behind me.

“Are you Mr. Guide?”

They just called him Mr. Pathfinder, but when they added an honorific title to him, it became a pretty strange title.

‘Now that I think about it, I never told you my name. Well, because no one asked.’

After waving his hand roughly to avoid it, Repenhardt glared at the devil in front of him.

Among other worlds, Tagrel is the demon of the Abyss.

‘How did you catch that?’

He quickly traced his past memories. Originally, when dealing with demons, the priest’s holy spell series is best, otherwise life-type magic or the same kind of necromancy-type magic works best. Of course, the old Reppenhardt had mastered both sides to the limit, so the occasional devil or two was no problem. but… … .

‘Ugh, I handled everything with magic, so I don’t know about weaknesses in close combat.’

Reppenhardt clenched his fist and took a cautious stance. He wasn’t nervous. He had seen other Auror users catch Tagrel with ease, so he didn’t think he would be defeated.

However, this is his first time fighting as a martial artist. He is in no position to let down his guard.

“Kaaaa!”

After hesitating for a moment, Tagrel rushes back to repel the invaders. Recalling his sparring with Gerrard, Reppenhardt thoughtfully deflected his opponent’s fist with his right forearm. Just in case, he even used the strongest guard skill, Spiral Guard, which draws out the Aura and spins it around.

Ugh!

The golden auror spun around and blocked the demon’s fist. But it didn’t bounce off.

Crash!

“Aaaah!”

With a desperate scream, the spinning Auror pulverized Tagrel’s fist up to his forearm! Blood and flesh explode in all directions, forming a thick bloody mist that fills the air. For a moment, Leffenhardt was taken aback.

‘Cough!’

I was just trying to stop it, but the result was this cruel? No, the master taught these vicious techniques as a defense technique! Even though he was embarrassed, he inadvertently punched Tagrel’s empty face. After struggling with it for over 6 years, my body reacted on its own the moment it saw a loophole.

Paaang!

Tagrel’s upper body disappeared with a terrifying bursting sound.

“… … reel?”

It wasn’t just crushed, it was completely shattered. Since it was my first time, I seriously stretched out my fist as hard as I could, feeling like I was hitting Gerrard (they were the same size), and the destructive power was too good.

“… … .”

There was silence throughout the dark passage. Tagrel’s body, with his upper body blown off, tilts and falls to the floor. Reppenhardt looked down at his fist with a blank expression on his face.

“haha… … .”

I’m sick of it. He had become more of a monster than he thought. I think he needs to be really careful when dealing with people from now on. Fortunately, the opponent was a monster from another world, otherwise he would have left his name as a legendary killer.

‘This is why I was on the brink of death with a single punch from Tethron… … .’

Recalling his past deaths, Reppenhardt shook his head. As I was doing that, I again felt a presence on the other side of the aisle. Sensing the presence of an intruder, the other monsters in the dungeon gather one after another.

‘First, we have to move them to a safe place.’

Glancing at Cilan and the orc slaves, he resumed his stance. Soon, demons appeared one after another and began to attack. Repenhardt, wrapped in golden aura, also began to fight.

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Silan was just blankly watching Reppenhardt’s battle.

I couldn’t believe my eyes. The young man who was now brutally crushing countless demons before his eyes was clearly an unknown traveler who claimed to be a guide. He didn’t really talk to me, so he didn’t seem to care at all.

But he was such a great warrior!

The devil bares his teeth and charges viciously. He grabs the head of a charging opponent and gently twists it away. He leaps again through the fountain of blood and strikes the next devil’s collarbone. The body of steel, which had not flinched even after being stabbed so hard by the knights, was crushed like cheese and split into left and right sides.

“Kaaaaak!”

A demon roared and spewed flames. But even the flames of hell could not burn Reppenhardt’s body. He walked lightly through the flames, as if they were an illusion. Of course, the top he was wearing was just fabric, so of course he got burned. Thinking that it was a good idea to take off his coat again, Reppenhardt tore off his burning jacket and threw it away. Well-trained, bronzed muscles were clearly visible.

“Sigh!”

With a short burst of energy, Reppenhardt delivered a simple front kick to the devil’s abdomen. As if hit by a battering ram, the demon was thrown backwards and buried in the wall. With a rumble, the passage shook and dust fell down.

‘wow… … .’

Cilan continued to look at the battle in front of him with eyes of admiration, awe, and longing. A demon grabs Reppenhardt’s arm with its thick forearm. At that moment, his steel biceps and triceps ignite and he lifts the devil with one arm. And just throw it on the floor! When you step on the devil’s beaten head, it explodes and a puddle of blood fills up.

There was no way to express it other than that it was truly amazing. A brave and brutal battle like a fighting god, and that huge muscular body trained without a single ounce of hesitation!

‘Wow… … !’

Those distinct six-pack abs could even chew on a knife blade. This is not an idiomatic expression; it was actually Leppenhardt who grabbed a devil’s sword between his abs and broke it right away. It was a trick I learned when I was tied up and thrown into a wolf den. Among Jim Unbreakable’s teachings, there was actually a use for breaking teeth with muscles.

“Wow!”

Maybe it was because I was relaxed, but the exclamation that I had kept in my head leaked out of my mouth. But Cilan did not notice his mistake. The boy was so fascinated by the muscular young man in front of him.

Vibrating muscles, delicate tendons, wide shoulders, and a body as strong as a spire.

Silan muttered with a dazed look on his face.

“Big… … beautiful… … .”

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‘huh?’

Suddenly, Reppenhardt got goosebumps and looked back in surprise. After training his body, he felt all sorts of things, but this was the first time he felt something so strange. What kind of formidable monster has appeared that gives me this feeling?

But when I turned around, I saw that there was no devil, but instead, there was only a girlish boy with a bright red face and a strange expression.

‘Oof! ‘Why does that kid look like that?’

At that moment, Reppenhardt was terrified as he felt as if his whole body was crawling with ants. I don’t know why. But for some reason, I feel strangely unwell. What can I say, is that pretty boy with a blushing face scarier than the charging demons?

Well, it is clear that Cilan said something that could be easily misunderstood. However, it did not mean that he had a different sexual preference than others. The boy who looked like a girl was simply admiring Reppenhardt’s body, which was purely, truly overflowing with masculine scent.

Cilan Phil Marsis.

This boy, a high-ranking priest of the Philanense Church, lost his parents at a young age and was fortunate enough to be taken in by the Church’s orphanage, where he spent his childhood. Since he was young, he was teased a lot by other orphans because he was sickly and looked like a girl. However, contrary to his appearance, young Silan was secretly poisonous. He had the personality of a poisonous snake, who would bite twice if hit once, and bite three times if hit twice.

Thanks to his personality, Silan was able to have a peaceful childhood. And then she entered her teenage years.

It is a time when every teenager has dreams for the future. And like most of the church’s orphans, Silan’s dream was to become a priest serving Philanense. But his dream was a little different from other boys.

Silan, who grew up hearing only that he looked like a girl, dreamed of becoming a religious fighter and a monk who would testify his faith with his body.

A body full of masculine beauty, a loud laugh, and a deep voice, everything he didn’t have. In fact, the status of monks within the order of Philanense, the goddess of love and beauty, was quite low (because they were not beautiful!), but for young Cilan, they were the ideal type of ideal type.

But as everyone entered the growth phase, problems arose.

Secondary sexual characteristics: When a boy enters puberty, he naturally grows taller, his skeleton grows, and his body becomes stronger. Some children who are a little older may grow dark beards.

However, even when all the other children became masculine and went through a period of transformation, Silan remained the same. She only looked like a girl with a thin and soft body, a thin voice, and still a good-looking girl.

Soon, at the age of twelve, Silan showed an aptitude for divine power and entered the Church of Philanense as an apprentice priest. Having received the rank of priest, he was the envy of all orphans. While everyone else was happy and saying congratulations, Silan was alone and secretly cried in frustration. The path to becoming a monk he dreamed of seemed so far away.

But even at a young age, Silan did not just feel frustrated.

Didn’t the goddess also say this? The world rewards those who work hard.

He had an enterprising personality. He thought that if he worked hard, one day he would grow into a muscular, manly body.

Whenever I had the chance, I would sneak peeks at where the monks were training. And I watched and learned their muscle training diligently.

And I did what I was taught. Even though I had a weak body, I put so much effort into training my muscles. I trained my muscles every day, and whenever my body broke down, I used my divine power to heal it and overtrained again.

Five years on, and indeed, the goddess did not speak empty words. His efforts were clearly rewarded.

However, the return was not necessarily as desired.

In fact, the muscles that were supposed to be stretched did not increase, but instead, the sacred power that I desperately tried to cast every day increased enormously. This was the secret, not the secret, of Silan, who became a high-ranking priest with tremendous divine power at the age of just a teenager.

In Silan’s eyes, a perfect body that far surpassed even the monks he had ever seen appeared. On a bad day, Silan was envious of other people’s muscles and stared at anyone with a good body. Even though he didn’t have muscles, his eyesight improved day by day, and he could see right away how powerful and perfect Leffenhardt’s body was. His eyes couldn’t help but roll back.

Of course, Reppenhardt has no idea about Silan’s long past. Of course, I can’t help but feel uncomfortable.

‘Keu… … .’

Reppenhardt was in the midst of the fun of testing and refining the power of the martial arts he had learned. It was true that he was so excited that he went quite crazy. But when I look at those eyes, a chill goes down my spine and my head feels cold.

He clicked his tongue.

‘Geez, a wizard should always be cool-headed. What kind of obscenity is this?’

Although it was not his intention, Silan ended up helping Reppenhardt. He regained his composure and began crushing the remaining demons with simple movements.

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After dealing with the demons, Reppenhardt led the remaining party to the safe area.

There is no such thing as a designated safe zone within the dungeon, but there are definitely areas that monsters are reluctant to approach due to the inter-dimensional airflow becoming distorted. He was already familiar with all of Palton’s systems. It was easy to find a safe place nearby.

Reppenhardt carried the unconscious Tod and Sir Edward, and three orc slaves each carried Stephen and the two surviving knights. After entering the stone chamber, laying down the wounded and lighting a bonfire to ensure warmth, the knights began to wake up one by one.

“Umm… … “Where on earth?”

Sir Edward, who has good physical strength, gets up first and looks around. To the puzzled man, Silan quickly explained what had just happened.

“Huh!”

Sir Edward burst out in admiration and looked at Leffenhardt with new eyes. He was wearing thick clothes, so I thought he was just a big guy, but now I see that his whole body has been trained to the limit, and he is not an ordinary body at all.

“I didn’t know the warrior so I met him. “May I ask your name?”

Reppenhardt, who was resting while eating beef jerky, looked at the middle-aged knight with a sour expression.

“My Name? Leffen… … .”

I was about to say my name, but when I thought about it, I already said it to Todd. It is obvious that this will be viewed as suspicious. He quietly blurted out his words.

“… … am.”

Although the tone of speech ended informally, it was so natural that Sir Edward did not notice any discomfort. He thought about the martial artists he knew in Vasily’s Kingdom.

‘Leppen… … ‘Ira?’

I had never heard of a martial artist named Leffen. If you’re a truly strong person, there’s no way your name won’t be known, right?

At that time, Stephen, who had regained consciousness, groaned.

“Ugh… … .”

Stephen sat down and covered his head. The goal still rang. He flew so cheerfully and hugged the stone wall, but there was no way he was okay. It was powerful enough to shatter mithril alloy armor. The fact that he has no major injuries is proof of how well-trained he is.

“Prince Stephen!”

“Ah, Sir Edward. “What happened?”