Survival Story of a Sword King - Chapter 80

Serhithran (1)

Through the raging flames, Ryu Han-bin jumped down the road in front of the inn.

Even though he got ambushed while sleeping, his outfit was not that different from usual.

He had only been wearing fur shorts anyway.

If he lied in bed like that, that was his pajamas.

Ryu Han-bin stood up with his greatsword in his hand.

The rattling copper muscles glistened as they reflected the flames.

Maxwell and Grace had predicted the situation.

“He’s not level five! He can’t be level five with that body!”

“No, before that, he can’t jump from that height at level five. He would’ve broken his leg!”

Han-bin squinted his eyes.

They pointed to him and said his level was five.

‘They’re Earthlings.’

He looked at the trio in front of him with the Guideline.

[Race: Human. Magic Swordsman lv. 85]

[Race: Human. Mage lv. 84]

[Race: Human. Spiritist lv. 85]

They were all strong people above level 80.

Furthermore, their weapons were considerably powerful.

The long sword of the Magic Swordsman, the Mage’s wand, and the Spiritist’s robe were all Magic Tools above level 70.

‘This isn’t going to be easy.’

Han-bin was nervous but prepared to fight.

A black shadow flew up from the second floor of the inn with a sharp cry.

“Who’s the one who’s been trying to challenge the Valtara warriors?”

It was the beautiful black-haired woman, Kibie, who dressed similar to Ryu Han-bin.

She acted her part since she was disguised as a Valtara warrior.

Kibie, who held a spear, landed gracefully in front of the inn.

It was a resilient movement reminiscent of a leopard.

Anyone could see that she was a perfect Valtara warrior, but the Earthlings laughed at her.

“What do you mean?”

“You’re Kybriel.”

“I thought you were going to run, but you came straight out.”

Kibie’s countenance hardened when she heard their conversation.

They were aware of her identity.

‘It’s clear who they’re after.’

So did the Aliens who happened to pass by find her and attack her?

It could be possible.

The Aliens were still after Latna’s Goddess, after all.

However, Kibie could not help but think about other possibilities.

She sounded them out.

“… You must have taken the demands of the Top 3.”

Ruslan and Maxwell answered back as if they didn’t have to hide it.

“It can’t be called a demand. We are just being used as slaves.”

“There’s no reason to refuse the order which promised to release us from hell.”

Kibie felt distressed.

Those guys weren’t just Aliens walking by.

* * *

Armed, Artis, and Effir came out of the inn.

Effir asked hesitantly, holding her twin blades.

“Are they strong?”

Ryu Han-bin answered back quietly so their opponents wouldn’t hear.

“85, 84, 85.”

It was a simple answer, but Effir could understand it right away.

Artis clicked his tongue.

“I’d rather avoid this battle occurring here.”

No matter how terrible Latna’s security was, city guards were stationed in large cities even at night.

It wasn’t necessary to fight against such high-level warriors there.

It was time for Artis to turn his head and look around.

Grace laughed at him as if she had noticed his inner thoughts.

“You can’t run away.”

She had already set up a strong barrier of blind Spell and cover-up around the inn.

It was a spell that prevented insiders from going outside and outsiders from detecting disturbances.

“It’s annoying if City Guards or any other Hunters come in.”

Indeed, when he concentrated on it, he could feel the energy of Prana faintly surrounding them.

“Do you mean you’ve prepared enough by yourself?”

Laughing, Ryu Han-bin slowly held out his greatsword.

He didn’t mean to run away anyway.

Grace squinted her eyes.

“I’ll catch the incarnation of the Goddess.”

Garhan’s order was to ‘capture’ the Goddess of Darkness.

Therefore, the best Spiritist should be in charge of subduing and capturing her.

“I’ll take that big guy.”

Ruslan laughed as he pulled out a long sword.

Other than the Goddess, there was no need to keep them alive.

Maxwell was after Artis and Effir.

“I’ll deal with those two. Don’t worry. I won’t kill you.”

He didn’t want to keep them alive, but he didn’t want to kill them right away.

“It’s better to torture you first.”

If the opponent died during the fight, the victory would be less pleasant for him.

They only gained pleasure when completely overpowering the opponent and killing it slowly.

The trio slowly gathered their strength, looking down on the Han-bin’s group.

Intense mana, Prana, and Force rose from their bodies.

“Here, take it!”

Maxwell, the Mage, made the first move.

“Rain of Inferno!”

Level 75 ultra-high heat flames poured over the heads of Artis and Effir.

Frustrated, Artis performed his defensive magic.

“Prismatic Shield!”

The barrier of light spread out like an umbrella, blocking the heavy rain of armageddon.

The fire spell beat the bright wall, causing it to burst into an explosion.

Boom! Boom!

“Argh!”

Artis threw up blood.

Maxwell’s magic was so strong that the Mana of Artis back-flowed, affecting his internal organs.

Maxwell hadn’t even shown his full power yet!

“You’re level 67. It would be better for you to stop resisting.”

In the first place, Maxwell’s purpose was to give indirect shocks through the magic defense.

He immediately continued his bombardment.

“Lightning Shock, Flame Buster, Dark Sweep, Rail of Iron Crows…”

Waves of lightning burst through the floor, and shells made out of flames penetrated the atmosphere.

Blades of steel constantly flew through the raging darkness.

It was a high-level magic bombardment that Artis alone couldn’t have withstood.

Effir jumped in as she performed a sword dance.

-Magic Swordsmanship: Pendulum of Steel!

A large iron awl was created in the air and placed on the floor as the cardinal ceremony unfolded.

At the same time, the electric shock that was flowing towards them was pulled towards the awl.

Magic Swordsmanship was originally used to defend against attacks according to its properties.

Effir didn’t stop.

She continued her elegant sword dance by changing the cardinal points one after another.

– Magic Swordsmanship: Fire Dragon Horn!

– Magic Swordsmanship: Sorrow Blow!

A fiery python collided with the Flame Buster, strengthening the fires even further.

As a result, the excessively amplified fire shot up rather than towards Artis.

At the same time, the sword made out of Force hit the magical blades.

All of the blades that were flowing based on a set direction were blown off-track. They had been pushed away not from the front but through the sides.

Bam!

Maxwell’s eyes widened when he saw his magic being destroyed one after another.

“What?”

Effir’s magic was not strong enough to stop Maxwell’s magic head-on.

However, interrupting the timing and trajectory of the spells was enough.

“She’s moving better than her level, isn’t she?”

Not missing the opening, Effir rushed towards Maxwell.

Her double swords were swung against both sides of the opponent nearly instantaneously.

“Bam!”

No matter how high-level a Mage was, their body was still that of a human’s.

If he got stabbed, he would die!

“Well, that’s nothing for me.”

Maxwell drew a circle with his fingers.

“Arcane Shield.”

Like most experienced Mages, he also prepared defensive magic in advance in case his opponent closed the distance between them.

“Do you have any idea how many battles I’ve fought in?”

The shield of light bounced off Effir’s double swords.

The intense anti-elastic Force shook both of her arms as well as her internal organs.

With a shriek, she flew back.

“Arghhhhh!”

* * *

The beautiful woman with black hair wielded her long spear elegantly.

Every time she swung it, a black Aura rose like a storm and poured down on her opponent.

“Bam!”

Kibie pressured Grace, the Spiritist in front of her, by launching continuous Blade Auras.

The opponent shouted, crossing her hands.

“The Darkness of Kybriel will be my protector!”

Boom, boom!

The Black Blade Aura was blocked by a black shield, causing it to explode.

Kibie clicked her tongue.

‘What the hell is going on here?’

It was an ironic sight.

By the power of the Goddess of Darkness, they were preventing the Goddess of Darkness’s attack.

Of course, she understood it.

It was a contradiction because Darkness as a person and Darkness as a phenomenon were separate.

‘Yeah, I understand, but…’

But it was hard not to take it emotionally.

“Oh, shit!”

Nervously, Kibie kept poking at her foe with her spear.

Her sharp attacks continued like meteors.

Boom, boom!

Grace clicked her tongue as she continued to block the attacks with her black shield.

“Oh, you’re stronger than I thought!”

Unlike the Mage with red hair and the girl with silver hair, the dark incarnation had considerable skills.

She was a level 85 Spiritist.

Her level was unknown, but it must be at least level 80.

“If I were alone, I wouldn’t have been able to capture her alive.”

But that didn’t matter.

In terms of defense, the Spiritists were the best.

‘And I just have to drag this fight on.’

Grace drew a circle with her right hand and performed another Spiritual skill.

Ectoplasm flowed out of her whole body, transforming into dozens of spears.

“It’s spears and shields, ho ho ho.”

Grace also launched a counterattack by manipulating the black shield and the Ectoplasm spears.

Dozens of assaults ensued.

Kibie’s expression got worse and worse.

At that rate, neither she nor her opponent would be able to do anything to each other.

They were both very determined and persistent.

From their point of view, that was the way to win.

“Now, you caught the great Goddess’s ankle with this, haven’t you?”

With a sneer, Grace shouted behind her back.

“Not done yet, Maxwell? Have some fun and help me out here!”

“Wait a minute.”

He was still trying to drive Artis and Effir away.

“I have to keep them alive so we can have fun later, right? Or should I kill them right here? It’s going to taste bad.”

“That’s true.”

Convinced, Grace asked the same question to another colleague.

“How about you, Ruslan? You still haven’t overpowered him?”

There was no answer.

All she could hear were screams and groans.

“Argh! Argh! Argh!”

“Gosh, he must be busy beating that guy up.”

She turned to look at him while clicking her tongue but was met with a surprising scene.

“… Huh?”

It was Ruslan who was getting beaten to a pulp!

“Huh-up!”

With a loud shout, the Valtara warrior swung his sword.

In contemplation, Ruslan raised his sword and invoked a magic spell.

– Magic Swordsmanship: Soaring Firebird!

The Firebird of flames spread its wings splendidly, but Han-bin killed it in a single blow before it could fly up.

Boom!

As he was pushed back with the explosion, Ruslan burst into a desperate scream.

“Arghhh! What the hell is that monster?”