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Chapter 692
"I want to fight him."
Raon looked directly into Glenn's dignified and majestic eyes without flinching.
"I told you it was dangerous."
Glenn's low voice was filled with a commanding presence that seemed to crush everything around him. The pressure felt as if his shoulders were about to break.
"You want to fight even though you could be defeated and killed by the Axe King, the South-North Union could attack as a group, or other Five Demons could ambush you. Yet, you still want to fight?"
"Yes, I still want to fight him."
Raon nodded, clenching his fist until it bled.
"After promising the duel to death to the Axe King, I was able to grow faster than during my trainee days. The approaching day of the battle was not fear, but a thrill of being able to grow further."
As the date of the duel to death against the Axe King approached, the fear disappeared, replaced by the anticipation of seeing how far he could go. He was also curious about how much he could grow by fighting to death against the Axe King.
The duel to death was not a chain around his neck but a rope that could take him to the sky.
He couldn't miss such an opportunity because of a bastard like Derus Robert.
'And...'
It wouldn't be just him.
Axe King, who he met again, had become unrecognizably strong. It seemed that he, too, had grown in both power and mental strength while waiting for the duel to death against him.
"The Axe King spared me and the Light Wind division twice when he could have killed us. Maybe before the duel to death, but not during the duel to death. He's not a man to use dirty tricks."
Roman, the Axe King, was an eccentric who didn't lay a hand on him even when he had the chance to kill him. A man whose only goal in life is battle wouldn't use underhanded tactics in a duel to the death.
"That's fortunate."
Glenn lightly curled his lips.
"If you had tried to run away from the duel to death, I would have dragged you there myself, but since you've decided on your own, there's no need for that."
He smiled slightly, indicating that he was pleased with the answer.
He said it was dangerous, but it seemed like he actually wanted him to fight. He was indeed a person whose intentions were hard to read.
"I have another reason why I must fight."
Raon raised his index finger.
"The swordsman who attacked Sir Ogram might appear again."
He folded his finger and clenched his fist. Derus Robert must have done this with more than just the intention of handing Ogram over to the White Blood Religion’s leader.
The bastard must have been aiming for something more.
"My duel to the death will be an opportunity to catch him."
"Yes, it will be."
Glenn nodded calmly, seemingly in agreement.
"That bastard cannot be left alone."
His previously calm eyes turned a chilling shade.
Raon swallowed dryly as he looked into Glenn's eyes.
'He's indeed angry about what happened to Sir Ogram.'
Glenn showed deep anger towards the swordsman who used the energy of death.
If it was revealed that the bastard was Derus Robert, Glenn seemed ready to attack house Robert immediately.
"You..."
Glenn clicked his tongue and called Raon.
"Did you think that far in such a short time?"
He narrowed his eyes as if amazed that Raon had envisioned the plan for the future in such a chaotic situation.
"I just thought about what would happen after this because I had some free time."
Raon rubbed the back of his neck and shook his head.
"No need to be modest. The fact that you can think like that in such a situation is impressive."
Glenn waved his hand, saying that quick judgment was a strength.
"Thank you."
Raon looked at Glenn's calm eyes and bowed his head.
"Hmm?"
Glenn narrowed his nose bridge as if wondering what he meant.
"Thank you for believing in me."
In fact, Glenn didn't have to listen to the absurd request to find Ogram in the middle of the night.
But he listened to the strange things that happened in his mental world and even followed him to the Beast Union. There was nothing to say except thank you.
'And he saved my life.'
Glenn didn't go back to the Blood Spirit Passage but came to find him and blocked the White Blood Religion’s leader's hand.
The reason he survived was because of Glenn's choice.
"Ahem! Enough."
Glenn turned around so fast that the wind made a sound. He waved his hand lightly behind him.
"Thanks to you, we saved that beast and became benefactors of the Beast Union, so there's no need for such thanks."
"One more thing."
Raon touched the hilt of Heavenly Drive.
" Thanks to seeing my lord’s sword field, I was able to gain inspiration to create a new sword field."
Seeing Wrath’s Flower in the Snow and Glenn's Seamless Perfection again, he decided on the direction of the sword field creation he should pursue.
When he returned to Zieghart and finished organizing, he would firmly grasp the direction of the sword field.
"Ahem!"
Glenn cleared his throat again, shaking his head. His earlobes seemed to turn red.
"That's because you observed well! I didn't do anything!"
He said that and then entered the palace of the Beast Union where Ogram was.
'Why is he angry...?'
He thought he had gotten closer to Glenn by spending time together today, but it felt like they had grown distant again.
"Phew!"
"Ugh!"
As Raon tilted his head, Rimmer and Sheryl, who had been watching from behind, groaned and hit their foreheads hard.
"Huhuhu..."
Even Roenn let out a lower laugh than usual, as if feeling frustrated.
"When will our shy lord come to his senses...?"
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The White Blood Religion’s Headquarters, Blood God's Palace.
Kwaaang!
In the white space where red curtains swayed, sticky bloody energy exploded.
"How did those filthy bastards get into this sacred land!"
The White Blood Religion’s leader twisted her lips as she glared at the executives.
"It seems they forcibly opened the Blood Spirit Passage that wasn't completely closed and invaded."
The Tenth Apostle bowed his head with his hand on his chest. His complexion was pale as if he had internal injuries.
"Those rat-like bastards..."
The White Blood Religion’s leader roughly brushed the blood running down her forehead and looked at the archbishop standing on the right.
"Th-there are over 50 deaths and twice as many injured. The damage to buildings and sacred objects is also severe..."
The archbishop reported the damage with trembling lips as he received the leader's gaze.
"Damn it!"
The White Blood Religion’s leader clenched her fist, biting her lips until they bled.
'The damage is worse than I thought.'
The followers at the headquarters, even if not executives, were all important figures.
The fact that such significant assets were lost in large numbers made her flesh crawl.
"What about the Eight Apostle?"
"He suffered severe internal injuries and will need to recuperate for a while."
The Tenth Apostle let out a low breath as he lifted his gaze.
"You seem badly hurt too?"
The White Blood Religion’s leader frowned at the pale cheeks of the Tenth Apostle.
"It's not that severe."
The Tenth Apostle shook his head, saying it was an injury that would heal soon.
"..."
The White Blood Religion’s leader said no more and turned her gaze to the right. The First Apostle, standing with his back straight, caught her eye.
"I'm not that seriously injured either."
The First Apostle bowed with his hand on his chest.
"Pretentious."
The White Blood Religion’s leader smiled coldly and finally looked at the second apostle.
"I'm perfectly fine."
The second apostle twisted her hair around her finger as she answered.
"You still can't control your bloody energy."
The White Blood Religion’s leader clicked her tongue as she saw the wavering bloody energy around the second apostle.
"Born with the noblest blood, yet still like that."
"It's not something I can control at will."
The second apostle waved her hand as if he didn't want to hear it.
"You..."
"Ar-are you okay, leader?"
The archbishop's fingertips trembled as he looked at the White Blood Religion’s leader with white blood flowing down her head.
"No need to worry. I took the hit on purpose."
The White Blood Religion’s leader twisted her lips into a thin smile.
"Took the hit on purpose..."
"Glenn, that raccoon, used the sword field creation as if telling me to use all the remaining energy of Ogram that I hadn't absorbed yet. So I blocked it with my body instead."
Her black eyes were filled with yellow madness.
"Once this damn injury heals, a path to a higher place will open."
The White Blood Religion’s leader twisted her lips into a smile, saying it wasn't over yet.
"No matter what, I must grind that old man to dust."
* * *
House Robert, the head of house’s office.
Derus Robert took off his leather gloves. He took out new gloves and smiled crookedly.
'Interesting.'
The battle he fought at the risk of his life gave him a thrill more intense than any other game. His fingertips trembled as he could still feel the sensation of piercing Ogram's chest.
'Of course, I didn't go there just for the pleasure.'
The White Blood Religion’s leader might think that she gained the most benefit by drinking Ogram's blood, but that was a big misconception.
He himself also gained numerous martial enlightenments by defeating Ogram. He might have even achieved more growth than the leader of the White Blood Religion.
"This is just the beginning."
Derus downed the bottle of liquor on his desk. As he greeted the rising sun with a twisted smile, there was a knock at the door.
Knock, knock.
Kubara entered the office.
"What is it? There should be time left before the morning work."
Derus waved his fingers without looking back.
"An urgent report came from the spy we placed in the White Blood Religion’s Headquarters."
Kubara knelt and bowed her head.
"Zieghart has attacked the White Blood Religion."
"...What?"
Derus Robert's eyes, which seemed unshakable, twisted.
"Glenn Zieghart, the Heavenly Blade division’s leader, Zieghart’s Sword of Light, the King of Slaughter, and..."
Kubara swallowed dryly and continued.
"Raon Zieghart attacked the White Blood Religion’s Headquarters and rescued the Beast King."
She bit her lip as if she could hardly believe it.
"How in the world..."
"They said they used the Blood Spirit Passage, but even the executives haven't figured out the exact details yet."
"The blood. Did she drink the blood?"
"Yes. Fortunately, the blood-sucking was already finished."
"..."
Derus rose from his chair. He closed his eyes and looked at the sun breaking through the clouds, then nodded quietly.
"This is rather fortunate."
"Yes?"
Kubara's eyes widened as if she didn't understand.
"Even if they saved Ogram, the broken balance won't return. Moreover..."
Derus' lips curled up long.
"That man won't be able to wake up."
The connection between Ogram's body and soul was severed by the energy of death. No matter how skilled Glenn was, tampering with the soul was beyond his reach, making it impossible for Ogram to wake up again.
"This situation has become perfect for instilling fear."
If Ogram, whom Glenn saved, never woke up, it would instill greater fear across the continent.
The incident of Zieghart attacking the White Blood Religion seemed to turn into a benefit.
"The South-North Union must have received the news as well. Has there been any contact?"
"That is..."
Just as Kubara was about to answer, the door to the office opened without a knock, and Lephon Robert entered.
"Father!"
Lephon ran urgently and pounded on Derus' desk.
"Is it true that the White Blood Religion’s leader defeated Sir Ogram?"
His jaw trembled as if he couldn't believe it.
"Where did you hear that?"
"The swordsmen who returned from outside told me! Rumors are already spreading across the continent..."
"It can't be."
Derus shook his head with a faint smile.
"Senior Beast King is the most resilient warrior I've ever seen. There's no way he would lose to the White Blood Religion’s leader."
He said this while holding Lephon's hand.
"Right! I thought from the beginning that it was a false rumor!"
Lephon, who admired the Six Kings, smiled with relief.
"Yes. Trust in him."
Derus looked at Lephon with a warm gaze. In his kind voice, a hint of cunning bloomed.
"He is strong enough not to be shaken even if pierced by a sword."
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"Why isn't he waking up!"
The vice union leader bit his lip as he glared at the healer treating Ogram.
"It's unreasonable that the union leader can't wake up from such minor injuries!"
"I, I don't know."
The healer shook his head as he re-examined Ogram's wounds.
"As you said, vice union leader, he should have woken up already..."
He trembled with his jaw in disbelief.
"How could this be..."
The chief of the Sran tribe, who was holding Ogram's wrist, opened his eyes with a groan.
"Chief of the Sran tribe, have you found out anything?"
"It's unbelievable, but it seems the connection between the union leader's body and soul has been severed."
The Sran tribe chief chattered his teeth in disbelief.
"The connection between his body and soul is severed..."
The vice union leader approached with a blank expression, not understanding.
"The soul is clearly inside the chief's body, but they can't connect with each other."
"Th, then what happens?"
"If this continues, the union leader will never wake up."
The Sran tribe chief shook his head, saying there was no answer.
"What is this..."
The vice union leader ground his teeth in disbelief and examined Ogram's condition himself.
'What is this...'
Although the severely injured body was returning to normal and the disturbed flow of aura was restored, Ogram did not open his eyes or respond, It was as if he had become vegetative.
"...Is this the White Blood Religion's sorcery?"
Rimmer frowned as he watched the vice union leader massage Ogram's arm and shoulder.
"I don't know. I've never heard of such a thing."
Sheryl sighed regretfully.
"L-lord."
The vice union leader, confirming that Ogram wouldn't wake up no matter what he did, looked at Glenn with pleading eyes.
"Step aside."
Glenn nodded and grabbed Ogram's wrist. After a while, he deeply furrowed his brows and shook his head.
"The Sran tribe chief is right. The connection between his body and soul has been severed by the energy of death. If you touch it wrong, even if he wakes up, he will become a blank slate."
"Ah..."
Raon widened his eyes at Glenn's words.
'Severance!'
The severance of Ogram's body and soul was undoubtedly the handiwork of Derus Robert, not the White Blood Religion’s leader's sorcery.
'That damn bastard...'
Not only had he launched a surprise attack, but he had also severed the soul, he was a truly vicious bastard.
"Leader!"
"Khugh..."
The vice union leader and the executives of the union grabbed Ogram, screaming and sobbing.
Raon ran his fingers through Ogram’s messy hair and furrowed his nose bridge.
'Damn it.'
Although he had seen Derus’ soul severance before, he did not know how to reconnect the soul.
He sighed and tried to use the Perception of the Snow Flower, but he couldn't feel anything as if the soul wasn't there.
'If only Wrath were here...'
If that cotton candy were here, he would have told him right away how to reconnect it. It was a pity that he was still asleep.
'Wait, right away?'
Then...
Raon exhaled sharply and activated the Evil Evil Eye of Wrath.
Vwoooom!
As the <Wrath> soaked into his red eyes, the invisible things began to come into view.
'That is...'
Inside Ogram's body, he could see a black chain imprisoning something white.
Gulp.
Raon walked slowly and placed his hand on Ogram's forehead.
"Benefactor? What are you doing now..."
As the vice union leader tried to stop him, Rimmer intervened and shook his head.
Vwooooom!
By simultaneously using the Evil Eye of Wrath and the Ring of Fire, he could vividly feel Derus Robert's dark flow binding Ogram's soul.
But he currently lacked the strength to tear that dark flow away.
"I might be able to save Sir Ogram."
Raon extended his hand to Glenn with red eyes imbued with blue wrath.
"Please help me."
