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Chapter 641
The demonic sword traced a saw-like trajectory.
Schwaaaaack!
Delphiros’ right arm was torn to shreds, and a chilling coldness seeped into his shoulder.
“Gaaaah...”
Delphiros clutched his frozen shoulder, letting out a blood-soaked scream.
“It’s a bit too soon to be screaming.”
Raon shook his head calmly as he approached Delphiros, holding the divine sword in a reverse grip before stabbing it down.
Thwack!
Delphiros’ left leg was torn off, engulfed in flames.
“Aaaaagh!”
Delphiros crawled on the ground, writhing like an insect.
“This is only the beginning.”
Raon smiled coldly and tapped Delphiros’ body repeatedly with his finger.
“Y-you bastard... What have you done to me... Ugh! Aaaargh!”
Veins bulged out all over Delphiros’ face. Terrified by the excruciating pain, he trembled all over, unable even to scream.
You’re torturing him with the energy infused in that sword?
‘That’s right.’
A brutal method, but fitting for someone like him.
‘It would be a waste to just kill him.’
Raon used the divine sword and the demonic sword to carry out a method of torture involving heat and cold.
Right now, Delphiros must be feeling pain that would make him wish for death.
“Uuuh…”
Delphiros’ lips burst, and blood flowed down. His eyes were contorted, pleading for death.
Whack!
Raon struck Delphiros’ chest with his palm, knocking out the Rage Worm inside his heart.
He released a small barrier to prevent any sound and voice from escaping and twisted his lips into a sneer.
“You’re still as cowardly as ever, Delphiros.”
“Wh-what…?”
Delphiros’ eyes widened in agony. He was extremely shocked that Raon knew his name.
“How… how do you know my name…?”
“Where is your master?”
Even though the Rage Worm was unconscious, mentioning Derus by name might trigger the brainwashing, so he only referred to him as the master.
“Master? What nonsense is this? I have no such thing!”
Delphiros scrunched up his nose, pretending even while being tortured.
"The one hiding in the south. He's not here, is he?"
“Who, who are you? What are you?”
At the mention of the south, Delphiros seemed to think of Derus, his chin trembling violently as he shouted.
“Seeing your reaction, he didn’t come here after all. That’s to be expected.”
Derus would never enter this tomb, as he wanted to show that he was not involved in this incident.
‘That will be his downfall.’
If Derus were in this tomb, no one here would survive, and everything would go according to his plan.
His greed for too much at once ruined everything.
“Who the hell are you…”
Raon shook his head, looking at Delphiros’ face, which was gradually losing color from pain and fear.
‘He won’t last long.’
Since he would be thinking about Derus, he wouldn’t hold out long before his brain was destroyed. Raon needed to find out something before that happened.
“Your master’s goal is war, isn’t it?”
"What nonsense. What war are you talking about...?
What war…?”
Delphiros looked as if he had seen a ghost. The mental shock seemed greater than the physical pain.
“Why does he want to start a war?”
“Uuuh…”
“As I thought, you don’t know.”
Raon laughed coldly. Derus was cautious and didn’t reveal his plans even to his direct subordinates.
It would be strange if this guy knew why he wanted to start a war.
‘This is enough.’
Raon’s suspicion that Derus wanted a war turned into certainty. Knowing the objective allowed predicting his moves, which was a significant gain.
"You think you know him! Everyone who knew him is dead! Who are you?!"
Delphiros screamed despite the excruciating pain..
“I’ll send your master to hell too. You can ask him there.”
“Y-you’re insane. You have no idea… who he really is….”
“No, I know very well. Better than anyone.”
Raon chuckled and covered Delphiros’ mouth. He then stood, planting the Koman Knights commander Kusan’s sword and the Thunder Hammer Barpil’s staff in front of Delphiros’ eyes.
"Beg for forgiveness until you die. No, beg even after you die."
With a bitter smile, Raon destroyed Delphiros’ entire mana circuit. The heat and cold energy started tearing through his flesh and mind.
“Gaaaaaah…”
Even with his mouth covered, Delphiros moaned. His eyes rolled back from the pain, but he couldn’t even faint, continuously suffering.
"I still can't forgive you, though."
Raon stood up. He gave a short bow toward Kusan’s sword and Barpil’s staff, which trembled from Delphiros’ convulsions.
'Thank you. And may you rest in peace.'
After a short prayer for the two, he turned around.
"You, chirp, chirp."
Raon beckoned to the phoenix Kaiyan, who had burned all the monsters to ashes.
“Come here.”
[Chirp, chirp?]
Kaiyan was startled, lowering its wings.
[Chirp chirp? Did you just call me chirp chirp?]
“Of course, who else would it be?”
[Why am I chirp chirp!]
"Because you chirp."
[I'm sure I told you my name is Kaiyan….]
“Never mind the name. There's still someone hiding. Find their location. If you touch them, they might escape, so just locate them for me.”
A sorcerer who supported Delphiros was still hiding in this tomb. Dealing with them would bring everything to an end.
[chirp! I am the great phoenix! I do not follow human orders…]
Kaiyan began to refuse, turning his head, but he locked eyes with the tortured Delphiros.
Seeing a human whose eyeballs were bulging with veins, the phoenix nodded before thinking.
[I-I'll go right away!]
Kaiyan shrank to the size of a chick, as he did each of the twenty times he died, then flew up to the ceiling.
This is strange.
Wrath shook his head, having observed the entire scene.
The humans I've seen weren't like this. Why is there someone worse than the Demon King in this world...?
The demon seemed to be contemplating the nature of the species, lowering his eyes.
“Now then…”
Leaving Wrath to his thoughts, Raon turned around.
“Let’s end this boring war.”
He planted the demonic sword next to Delphiros and hid his presence.
Using the ultimate stealth technique, the Shadow Footwork, he entered the battlefield where the sound of swords still echoed.
“Fools! It's too late to retreat now!”
“Grr!”
The first thing he saw was the battle between the Sixth Apostle and Serena, the leader of the Void Sword division.
While the Sixth Apostle unleashed a powerful bloody energy, Serena’s hand was trembling as if she were about to die.
In truth, her abdominal injury was so severe that it was a miracle she had held out this long.
‘I’ll start here.’
Still concealing his presence, Raon moved behind the Sixth Apostle. Erasing all killing intent and anger, he treated the divine sword in his hand as if it were a twig, playfully stabbing it into the Sixth Apostle’s back.
Puhk!
The divine sword’s blade protruded from the Sixth Apostle’s abdomen as he was about to strike Serena’s head with his palm.
“Gaaaaarggh!”
The Sixth Apostle stopped his attack, his shoulders trembling. His eyes filled with shock as he looked back.
“R-Raon Zieghart! I thought you were over there… Ah!”
Seeing the demonic sword planted beside Delphiros, the Sixth Apostle coughed up blood. He realized too late that trusting his senses had been a mistake.
“Hmm!”
Although Serena was surprised, she quickly gathered herself and raised her trembling sword.
"It's a shame I couldn't finish you with my own strength..."
“C-coward!”
“If you don’t like it, you should have raised your juniors better."
She gritted her teeth and swung her sword down. The thick blade split the Sixth Apostle’s head in half, scattering translucent blood everywhere.
“Ugh…”
Despite being split, the Sixth Apostle, a high-level bloody vampire, tried to regenerate, condensing his bloody energy.
“Such persistent pests.”
Raon frowned and thrust the divine sword into the Sixth Apostle’s heart. The golden fire burned not just his bloody energy but his soul as well.
“A-apostle!”
“No…”
The fanatics of the White Blood Religion screamed, clutching their heads as the Sixth Apostle fell.
“Now’s the time! Kill them all!”
Martha, eyes blazing with anger, entered a berserk state. Her entire team followed, pushing back the fanatics.
“Haa…”
Serena trembled, then collapsed. She was so pale from blood loss that she looked about to die.
"Is that crazy bastard dead?"
“Not yet, but he will be soon.”
She had been so focused on blocking the Sixth Apostle that she didn't even know Raon’s fight was over. Her patience and willpower seemed even greater than him.
“Then I’ll rest for a bit…”
Serena gave a faint smile before tilting to the right.
Raon caught her by the shoulder and gently laid her down. Using holy power, he healed her abdominal wound before looking back at the battlefield.
Clang!
A comet-like burst of light spread between Rimmer and the Ghost Demon Swordmaster. Their sword strikes were so fast that only the trails of their energy were visible.
Raon narrowed his eyes, watching Rimmer as if he had returned to his state before losing an arm.
‘Has he mastered the prosthetic arm?’
Before coming to this tomb, Rimmer hadn’t fully mastered the use of his prosthetic arm.
Since it wasn’t a real arm, it had seemed awkward, but now there was no trace of that awkwardness.
“Damn it!”
On the other hand, the Ghost Demon Swordmaster's hands were becoming unsteady as he saw Delphiros and the Sixth Apostle fall.
He realized he was the only one left.
“Your cause of death will be gluttony.” (Your cause of death is overeating.)
Raon looked at the Ghost Demon Swordmaster, lightly swinging the divine sword. The fire of the divine sword slowly subsided as if it had lost its strength.
"You weren't capable of consuming the Saber Sword Sovereign's martial arts."
“Shut up!”
The Ghost Demon Swordmaster collided with Rimmer’s sword and then quickly turned his body. Using the impact to increase his speed, he rushed at Raon with a movement that seemed to transcend the word "fast."
'He's taken the bait.'
He must have thought my sword field was over and attempted a surprise attack, but it was just an act. His impatience quickened his own demise.
Shing!
Raon laughed coldly, adjusting his grip on the divine sword. The weakened fire surged like a whirlwind as if doused with oil.
Whoosh!
A stream of fire dances and rises from the tip of the blade. It was the Flame Spirit. The fire petals that endured the four seasons and fell blocked the path of the Ghost Demon Swordmaster.
“N-no!”
The Ghost Demon Swordmaster bounced back roughly like a ball hitting a wall. His arms and legs were flushed red as if they were burned.
“Ugh…”
He tried to steady himself by kicking the air, but it was futile.
Rimmer was behind him, his eyes gleaming ominously.
“W-wait!”
“Do you have money?”
“Huh? M-money?”
“If you don’t, leave.”
Rimmer decisively swung his sword. The blade gripped by his prosthetic arm emitted a solemn hum as it sliced through the Ghost Demon Swordmaster’s neck.
Puhk!
The Ghost Demon Swordmaster, eyes wide in disbelief at his own death, sank into a pool of his own blood.
"Ugh, I'm really going to die."
Rimmer sighed and collapsed, his wind energy slowly dissipating.
“Why is it always so exhausting when I’m with you? Even with the head of house it wasn't this tough!”
“Thank you for your hard work.”
Raon gave a faint smile and bowed his head.
“The Ghost Demon Swordmaster is dead…”
“This can’t be happening!”
“Damn it!”
The sword demons (swordsmen) of the Holy Sword Alliance, eyes wide in disbelief, were frozen in place.
“The enemy leader has fallen! It’s time to finish this!”
Burren stirred up a cold wind as he charged into the Holy Sword Alliance swordsmen. The Light Wind swordsmen and the Void Sword swordsmen also drew out all their remaining aura and ran towards the end of the war.
“Ra… division leader.”
Runaan approached, nodding slightly. She looked half-dead from protecting the Light Wind division and Void Sword division, her face gaunt.
“Is it all over…?”
“No.”
Raon shook his head, looking at Kaiyan flapping down like a chicken.
“There’s still one last thing to do.”
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“A m-monster…”
The Demon Rain division leader dropped the crystal orb he was holding. Despite the glass shattering, he seemed unaware, his hand trembling.
‘That’s an uncontrollable monster!’
Raon had crushed all the traps he and Delphiros had prepared, and in the end, he had even destroyed the plan that Derus himself had created.
Breaking everything and even killing Delphiros, Raon Zieghart seemed to be a being beyond human comprehension.
At this moment, Raon was even more terrifying than Derus.
‘I have to escape.’
As quickly as possible!
All the monsters were dead, the barriers were out of control, and there were no remaining personnel or traps.
The only thing he could do now was to go to the surface and inform them of this place.
‘Damn it!’
Raon Zieghart might even find this place. He had to finish packing and get out of here as soon as possible.
The Demon Rain division leader gathered the papers with trembling hands. He even chanted a spell to erase his traces and prepared to go up.
‘If I use the device, I can get out in an hour… Huh?’
He stopped on his way to the device that would take him to the surface.
He looked down at the blade protruding from his abdomen and the blood flowing out, his lips quivering.
“What… what…”
“So you’re the sorcerer.”
It was Raon Zieghart. His eerie voice echoed in his ears along with the sound of blood hitting the ground.
“H-how…”
[Chirp!]
The small phoenix perched on Raon’s shoulder flapped its wings.
[No one can hide from me!]
“D-damn it…”
That phoenix must have found him. It was a smart creature.
“You probably don’t know more than that guy.”
Raon sneered and shook the sword stuck in his stomach.
“W-wait! I…”
“Just die.”
“Gurghhh…”
Without any hesitation, Raon swung the sword up. The Demon Rain division leader’s body split in half and fell to the ground.
“Hmm…”
Raon picked up the papers the Demon Rain division leader had been holding and looked around.
“This must be the control room.”
It was filled with mysterious devices and crystal orbs. It seemed to be where they controlled the monsters and traps.
Raon searched not only the Demon Rain division leader’s papers but the entire control room.
The papers were full of details about the layout, explanations, and analysis of the warriors, but as expected, there was not a single word about Derus Robert.
"Still very meticulous, as always. But..."
Raon tossed the papers aside, a smile curling on his lips.
“This time, he’s going to be really angry.”
***
After checking the control room, Raon returned to the fifth-floor. The cleanup here was finished too, not a single monster survived.
“You’re late!”
Martha scowled at him.
“I had something to find.”
Raon was about to hand over the papers he had brought when he stopped. His eyes fell
on the Saber Sword Sovereign, still frozen in the position he had been in when the martial arts books burned.
“Is he still like that?”
“There’s no response at all.”
Burren shook his head, having tried various things.
“He’s not even breathing.”
Martha clicked her tongue, standing next to the Saber Sword Sovereign.
“Phew…”
Raon sighed shortly as he looked into the Saber Sword Sovereign’s eyes.
With his core broken, he couldn’t move at all.
The Saber Sword Sovereign was now just an empty shell.
“Then it’s right to send him off quickly.”
Making up his mind, Raon approached the Saber Sword Sovereign.
“You are not guilty.”
The Saber Sword Sovereign had only tried to do good. All this disaster was Derus’s fault.
Raon gathered the flame of Ten Thousand Flames Cultivation in his hand, ready to burn the Saber Sword Sovereign's body. But then, the Saber Sword Sovereign's shoulder trembled slightly.
Thunk!
The Saber Sword Sovereign reached out and grabbed Raon’s wrist.
“Huh?”
“There is something I must tell you.”
His eyes, once twisted in black and white, returned to their original form, radiating a clear light.
"Rightful successor of Zieghart."
