The 9Th Class Swordmaster: Blade Of Truth [EN]: Chapter 388

238. Onslaught (4)

“A demon…?”

People couldn’t hide their shock at Prokel’s appearance. They had suspected it, but they never thought there would actually be a race from another dimension.

“A demon brazenly in the imperial capital…”

“Were we living with such a monster?”

“What on earth is the Emperor thinking…?”

Gordon Fabian stared at the demon beneath Carryl’s feet and spoke in a low voice, while Hwa-rin and Miliana expressed their anger.

“But how does Carryl know that guy’s identity? Only a very small amount of information about demons has been revealed.”

However, apart from the appearance of the demon, Nine Darhoon, with his keen eye, didn’t miss Carryl’s angry words.

[It’s only natural. He is the only one who inherited my repository of knowledge. Do you think he’s like you all?]

“Ah…!”

Alhern Zabiuss answered nonchalantly to his words. Only then did Nine nod.

“I asked an impolite question. Master.”

[The repository of knowledge contains all the knowledge I compiled during the Magic Era. Back then, there were even wizards who made direct contracts with demons. Nine, the reason why your family has some vampire blood flowing through it is because the first head of the family dealt with a demon.]

“Is, is that so?”

Nine Darhoon asked, seemingly surprised by Alhern’s words.

“Indeed… Vampires are also a type of demon… It’s certainly possible.”

Kadin Ruelle also believed Alhern’s words without question. Although they were archmages at the pinnacle of magic, always questioning and exploring every situation, Alhern’s words were absolute to them.

[There are times when you still can’t stay calm. Haven’t you shown it yourself? Like when you cut off the White Gold Dragon’s head, anger should always be managed and refined, to be unleashed at the last moment.]

‘I made a mistake. I was reminded of Olivern’s face, telling me to carry out the Divine Mandate without a care, even though he knew about the existence of demons in his past life.’

Carryl let out a low breath at Alhern’s scolding in his mind. He had always vowed to maintain composure, but he found himself faltering whenever he faced events related to Olivern again.

[Well… I understand your feelings. The Divine Mandate has ultimately become about finding the key to open the gate to the Demon Realm, so it’s no different from you summoning the demons with your own hands.]

Alhern shrugged lightly.

[Even if it’s the Divine Mandate, the Emperor wouldn’t readily follow something that would ruin the continent. What did the god promise the Emperor to take such a risk…?]

‘Whatever deal they made, the weight of life is the same. Sacrificing the few for the sake of the many? I don’t care about such heroic ideas.’

Carryl plunged his sword into Prokel’s shoulder, filled with anger towards Olivern.

Swoosh…!!!

The aura blade emanating from Lakna raged, brightly illuminating the darkness.

Slice-

The sharp light of the blade had no mercy.

‘To still be swayed by a guy in a grave, I’m pathetic.’

As if whipping himself, Carryl twisted the blade of Lakna, which he had plunged into Prokel’s shoulder.

Crack…!!

With the sound of the severed collarbone grinding, Prokel screamed.

“Aaaaaaack…!!”

He struggled as he watched Lakna’s aura blade explosively condense, as if absorbing even the magic power that had more than penetrated his protective magic.

‘What kind of absurd magic power is this…!!’

He struggled to escape Carryl’s grasp, but the more he did, the more he couldn’t move.

[The fame of the Four Demon Knights is now outdated.]

[It’s not that they’re weak, but that Carryl is unbelievably strong. He absorbed two dragon hearts. There hasn’t been anyone like him even in the Mythic Era… Frankly, we can’t even fathom his strength anymore.]

[Hmm… There are still three more dragons left on the continent. What if Carryl eats their hearts too?]

The Spirit Kings looked at Carryl, who was stepping on the demon, and imagined his strength as if they were holding an appraisal meeting.

[Well, he’s already absorbed two ancient dragon-level hearts. I don’t know if his magic power can support absorbing the remaining hearts, but the body is different. No matter how much of a Blader’s descendant the alien race’s body is, it would be difficult to withstand.]

[Too much of a good thing…? Or will he surpass our imagination?]

Ramine said as if he was enjoying it.

Strangely, his growth was now surpassing even the Spirit Kings’ thoughts, so just watching him get stronger was another pleasure for them.

[I think differently.]

However, Rasiss spoke in a calm voice, as if pouring cold water on their conversation.

[Shouldn’t we also get stronger as he gets stronger? Since when have the Spirit Kings become beings who just chat in the background?]

Silence flowed among the three Spirit Kings at Rasiss’s words.

[What do you mean? Rasiss. I rescued the guy who was sleeping in the White Gold Dragon’s heart, and now you’re belatedly coming and giving us that kind of evaluation for what we’ve done?]

[What have you done?]

Dwatt asked back with a growl, but Rasiss’s answer was the same.

[After his seal was released, you were just lending him your strength.]

[In the human realm, spirits can only manifest their power through contracts with contractors. Carryl getting stronger is what allows us to gain the power to interfere in this world.]

Etheral said a little nervously.

[Do you really think so? Queen of the Hail.]

[…What?]

[Everyone knows that the contractor’s ability is not the only way for a spirit to become stronger.]

Everyone fell silent at Rasiss’s words.

[Samiad has already been found, but it has been sealed to use its power, right? Then only one remains. It must be what you are waiting for.]

[…..]

[The moment when he opens the gate to the Spirit Spring and summons Maktun, the Lord of the Great Rock, who returned to the Spirit Realm.]

He said as if reciting.

[The two great wildernesses created in the beginning. And you, the four elements born from light and darkness. But there are seven spirits in all. A separate existence from us, the six Spirit Kings.]

[I know who you’re talking about.]

Ramine said with a stiff face.

[Thunder has light and heat, is more free in water, appears with the wind, and even has the darkness of thunderclouds.]

[Kungen, the Lord of Thunder…]

Ramine nodded at Rasiss’s words.

[Its attributes are sometimes stronger than the essence, surpassing us. The only natural enemy that can subdue him is the Lord of the Great Rock, who can absorb thunder.]

Rasiss said in a low voice.

[Awakening Kungen through the Lord of the Great Rock, absorbing him, and achieving Spirit Unification as a medium is the only way for us to transcend the shackles of being Spirit Kings.]

[Spirit Unification…]

[It’s a terrible thing to say, but I can’t deny it.]

[But in order to do that, it is clear that Carryl’s power must become stronger.]

[That’s an unnecessary worry. The solution is lying right there.]

Mael, who had been silent, added a word at Dwatt’s words.

[They say that if you eat the blood of a demon, you don’t age. That means strengthening the body.]

[You’re talking nonsense.]

[Why is it nonsense?]

Mael said, lightly flicking his snake’s tongue.

With those words, he seeped into Lakna, which Carryl had drawn out, as if being absorbed.

Krrrrrrrr…!!

Then Lakna’s blade increased explosively, imbued with divine power.

“But there should be one more?”

At that moment, Carryl didn’t take his eyes off Prokel and thrust his fist straight into the wall of the cave.

Kwaaaang!!

With a loud noise, the pillar of the tomb shattered as if collapsing, and debris fell from the ceiling.

“Cough…!! Keugh…!!”

He grabbed a black figure from inside the stone wall and threw it into the tomb’s interior with all his might.

“Don’t hide like a rat, come out.”

Carryl said coldly, as if his identity wasn’t surprising.

“…Ptooey!”

A person walked out from the collapsed debris.

“What is your identity? A human with a dragon’s heart… And how did you find this place?”

“Hong-gak…!! Be careful!! This guy…!! He’s a complete monster… Keugh!!”

With his arm broken and tattered, Prokel shouted. But his cry didn’t last until the end.

Carryl kicked the back of his neck, and he collapsed to the ground as if being thrown down.

Thud…!!

Without hesitation, Carryl stepped on his head. With a dull sound of the skull being crushed, Prokel’s head shattered and burst.

Crack…! Pow…!!

Thick brain fluid splattered on Hong-gak’s face.

“…”

Hong-gak stared at Carryl with a pale face at his appearance, having died instantly without even resisting.

“There’s no need to wonder. You’re going to die anyway.”

Carryl rubbed his feet on the dirt on the floor and slowly walked out.

“But before that, there’s something I need to do. Hand over the two relics you’re guarding and open the gate to the Demon Realm for me.”

“…What?”

Hong-gak said as if dumbfounded.

“Using the Spirit Spring is a waste. You open it yourself. At least I’ll let you die more comfortably than that guy.”

“Crazy…!!”

At Carryl’s words, Hong-gak bared his sharp teeth and threw himself at him, raising the swords he held in both hands.

Thud-!! Kwaaaang…!!!!

But at that moment, Carryl’s foot accurately pressed down on his face.

“Aaaaaaack…!!”

Hong-gak could only scream at the unbelievable power and the pouring kicks, unable to even open his mouth.

“There is only pain in resistance.”

Without hesitation, Carryl cut off Hong-gak’s right arm with his sword.

Thwack-!!

Then, he kicked the severed arm, scattering blood and hitting the corner of the cave wall before falling to the floor.

“I’ll leave it up to you to choose whether to meet a comfortable death or to take me to your lord with your limbs severed.”

“You… You bastard…!!”

“Whether it’s this guy or that guy… Don’t make annoying noises. I want to kill you right now.”

Hong-gak felt a chill down his spine at Carryl’s cold words.

“Gauge your opponent’s strength before attacking.”

Crack…!!

“Keugh…!! Kaaaaaah!!!”

Carryl once again stabbed Lakna into Hong-gak’s left leg and slashed, cleanly severing his leg.

[Good. If my guess is correct… If so, common demon blood is meaningless, right? Carryl.]

Mael said with a strange smile as he looked at Hong-gak struggling.

[You should suck the blood of the Demon King.]