Chapter 33

“Killian!! Get a grip!!”

Killian opened his eyes at the voice shouting in his ear.

Silver hair, symbolizing Eurasia, and a frame a head taller than the other young masters.

A man with a weary face was looking down at him.

‘……Paian? Was I unconscious?’

“You’re awake……!!”

Ignoring Paian’s cry, I looked at the Cheonghwageom in my hand.

The memory of shoving it into the Slayer’s maw and making it explode came to mind.

‘Was I thrown towards Paian because of that recoil?’

With all the chaos that had erupted while dealing with the two Slayers, it would not be strange for the unconscious Paian to have woken up.

“H-hurry up and get up. The Slayer… is getting up.”

Paian tried to help Killian up with an urgent voice.

But I had already poured all my strength into the last attack.

My sword was broken, my mana was in reflux, and my stamina was depleted.

There was no way I could get up…….

‘…….’

Strange.

My body was hot as fire and my head was dizzy, but.

‘I can move.’

When I flicked my finger, strength entered the hand holding the sword.

As Killian tried to get up using the blade, of which less than 10% remained, as a support, Paian supported his back with his one remaining hand.

I only realized it after I had fully stood up.

I did not just have strength left; I was overflowing with it.

“The Slayer is coming.”

Paian shouted.

“We have to get away!”

The urgent voice felt increasingly distant.

Killian finally looked at the approaching Slayer.

Its face, which was about half blown off, was dripping down, not yet fully regenerated.

A single, distorted crimson eye was fixed on him.

Soon, it raised its dangling arm and lifted its thorn-like claws.

He could see the muscles connected to its arm expanding.

But.

‘It’s slow.’

One step.

Killian moved to the side.

The Slayer’s elongated claws grazed his shoulder.

One step.

As Killian took a step diagonally, another claw grazed his leg.

In a short moment, he had dodged two attacks.

‘I can see it.’

The attacks that I had been struggling to dodge just moments ago, even in my best condition, now looked as clear as the sword of a knight a level below me.

I felt confident that I could close in and strike its weakness.

Feeling a change happening in my body, I raised the Cheonghwageom, which could no longer be called a sword.

I needed to imbue it with mana.

Just by thinking that.

Ssssss.

Blue mana replaced the broken blade.

Just then, the shouting voices of the knights were heard from behind.

It was Demian and Paian, Sir Fred and Sir Philip, and the surviving Red Knights.

Even with my senses expanded, their voices reached me slowly.

One step.

Killian stepped forward.

Kuung. Kung.

In the meantime, the Slayer approached two steps.

As Killian, who had been slowly walking, stopped twenty steps away.

The Slayer did not stop and closed the distance.

When the distance between them narrowed to ten steps.

Killian gripped the handle of the Cheonghwageom with both hands.

I felt no pain from my broken arm.

‘It’s hot.’

I ran, holding my sword.

There was no need to clad my sword and body in mana, nor to use any flashy techniques.

Just.

One of the Slayer's claws, swung to tear my body apart.

Seogeok.

I cut it off.

Seogeok.

I cut off two claws.

Seogeok.

After cutting off three, four, five claws.

Kwazik.

I sent the arm that was striking down flying from bottom to top.

[……!!]

The Slayer wore an expression of disbelief as it looked at its severed arm, but.

Killian’s sword did not stop.

Cut, slash, and tear.

When not a single one of its ten claws remained.

Kung.

One step.

The Slayer took a step back.

Two steps.

Killian closed in.

[ὠμός!!]

The Slayer shouted and tried to regenerate its severed arm, but.

Kwazik.

In that instant, its other arm was cut off and floated in the air.

The Slayer retreated three steps.

Jureuk.

Blood dripped from the nose of the closing Killian.

“……”

Ignoring it, I cut the Slayer’s chest.

The lower body of the Slayer, driven into a corner, swelled up.

It was trying to increase its speed and escape.

But Killian did not miss the opportunity.

Eurasia Style, Blue Thorn.

The Slayer, its leg tendons severed by the flash-like sword strike, fell to its knees.

[ςὠμόςμ!!]

“……”

Unlike the Slayer, which let out a single scream, Killian’s eyes were calm.

Finally, the sword of a 7-star knight.

Was swung towards the Slayer’s neck.

***

A little before Killian opened his eyes.

“How could this be, Fourth Young Master……”

A battered Fred moved his lips with a pained expression.

The Fourth Young Master’s condition was no different from their own.

It seemed difficult for him to even control the reflux that was surging up after pouring all his strength into fighting the first Slayer.

The fact that his arm had broken just from blocking the second Slayer’s attack proved it.

“Cough…….”

Demian also coughed up blood and followed the location of his thrown brother with his eyes.

In his blurred vision, he could see the unmoving figure of Killian and the scattered fragments of his sword.

“Damn……it……”

Demian, who had barely managed to stop the reflux, spat out blackened blood.

It was ridiculous.

He was the one who coveted the position of Eurasia’s family head more than anyone.

It was a useless Mana Heart if he could not survive here anyway.

He was pathetic for not being able to sacrifice his Mana Heart and deliver a single blow.

‘Pathetic… what kind of greatest talent on the continent…….’

But there was no time to dwell on regrets.

“Young Master Demian……!!”

At Fred’s voice, Demian snapped out of his thoughts.

The Slayer, with more than half of its head blown off, was getting up.

Kwadeudeudeu.

Its half-destroyed head was slowly trying to regenerate.

‘This monster…….’

That was the result of a knight, who was closer to a Superhuman than anyone else here, throwing his life away to deliver a blow.

At some point, the creature moved its incompletely regenerated maw and let out a monstrous scream.

Its face began to melt with just that, but the chimera could not care less about such things.

‘Is the subjugation a failure?’

No, it was still too early to give up.

He knew how to make his Mana Heart go berserk.

Just as Demian was trying to get his trembling body up and regulate his breathing.

Suddenly, the fallen Killian got up.

He channeled mana into the broken Cheonghwageom to form a blade.

He dodged the flash-like claws of the Slayer.

Seogeok.

Starting with cutting off one claw, the Slayer’s claws and arms were severed in an instant.

“F-Fourth Young Master……”

“Killian……”

“How could this be……”

The knight who had been a complete wreck just moments ago was now overwhelming the Slayer.

The knights stared blankly at the sword strikes unfolding before their eyes.

Cut, cut, and cut again.

With a simple series of cuts, devoid of any tricks or techniques, the body that was comparable to steel was being sliced apart.

‘That’s…….’

Amazement filled Demian’s eyes.

He had seen it as a child.

A single sword strike that contained the essence of the sword wielded by Escardo, the Commander of the Knights of the family.

Kwaak.

Strength entered his powerlessly trembling hands.

Kuung.

It was the moment the Slayer, its leg tendons severed, fell to its knees.

Killian’s blue eyes, imbued with mana, and the chimera’s crimson eyes, consumed by fear, met.

A more brilliant mana than ever before was blazing from the broken Cheonghwageom.

One sword strike.

He was certain that he could take the Slayer’s life with just one more swing.

That conviction filled him.

It was the moment the sword was swung with the wishes of all the knights.

Tuk.

Killian’s sword failed to cut the Slayer’s neck.

Tuuk.

The dangling sword touched the Slayer’s shoulder.

Seureuk.

The mana that had formed the blade disappeared.

Hwareuk.

The Blue Flame that had been blazing in the area was extinguished in an instant.

Immediately after, Killian’s body collapsed.

It was a situation no one had expected.

Just as silence fell upon the area.

Gulp.

The sound of someone swallowing their dry saliva broke the silence.

Demian squeezed out his strength and circulated his mana.

Reflux and the like no longer mattered.

Kwadeuk!!

Demian’s sword, which had shot out, blocked the Slayer’s teeth.

Not its claws, but just its teeth. Just blocking that caused the bones in his wrist to crack and his internal organs to be completely shaken.

The Slayer let out a monstrous scream and thrust its face forward.

Ulkeok.

Demian coughed up blood and glared at the Slayer’s only crimson eye.

“Fall……back……”

Geugeugeugeugeuk.

The sword, pushed back by strength, gradually moved down.

At this rate, his own sword would pierce Killian.

Just then.

Kaang!!!

A new sword blocked the Slayer’s teeth.

It was Paian, holding a Red Knight’s sword.

“Just die quietly… you monster!!”

Paian, whose reflux had already begun, shouted as he coughed up black blood.

That was the beginning.

The swords of the knights who had come to their senses began to graze the Slayer one by one.

Fred’s Red Thorn, his beard stained red from the reflux phenomenon, cut the Slayer’s neck.

But it was shallow.

Unlike Killian, their swords were insufficient to cut the Slayer.

[όὠμόὠς!!]

The knights coughed up blood at the fighting spirit shot out by the Slayer.

“Uoooooooooo!!”

Demian and Paian, who had been hit directly by the fighting spirit, let out a war cry like a scream and struggled with all their might.

They knew. The moment one of their swords broke, everyone here would die.

But the standoff did not last long.

Kudeudeuk.

The Slayer’s left arm had finally regenerated.

“……!!”

“……!!”

“Young Master… Demian!!”

The internally injured Fred shouted with difficulty.

“No……!!”

“Get away!!”

The Red Knights shouted as they coughed up blood.

Demian and Paian’s eyes wavered. They sensed that they were destined to be torn to shreds by the next attack.

It was the moment the two young masters experienced their lives flashing before their eyes in the face of death that was right in front of them.

Kiiiiiii.

The air in the area changed.

A new fighting spirit overlaid the violent fighting spirit that was pressing down on the knights.

“You held out well.”

The voice of a middle-aged man was heard from afar.

“Ah……”

Demian let out a weak sound without realizing it. It felt like the tension in his entire body was melting away with the surging sense of relief.

The Red Knights, who had confirmed the man walking out of the forest, bowed their heads.

[όὠμόὠς!!]

Even when the Slayer shot out its fighting spirit once again, not a single person coughed up blood.

It was because the man’s Carpe, which completely dominated the area, did not allow it.

Uttuk.

The middle-aged knight stood next to Demian and Paian.

“You’ve worked hard.”

Tuk.

Escardo Schtenberg, Commander of the Red Knight Order.

He placed his hands on Demian and Paian’s shoulders.

Seueuk.

Seuk.

The swords of the two young masters, which had been blocking the Slayer’s maw, pointed towards the ground.

Even though they had lowered their swords, the menacing teeth could not aim for Killian. It was because a huge fighting spirit was constricting the Slayer’s body.

[όὠμόὠς!!]

The Slayer let out a monstrous scream.

[όὠς!!!]

The monstrous scream, imbued with fighting spirit, was repeated several times.

Kwadeudeuk.

Kwadeudeudeuk.

The incompletely regenerated claws grew like clubs, and a vicious killing intent enveloped its entire body.

Seureung.

Escardo, who was watching, quietly drew his sword.

A weapon that looked like a mix between a greatsword and a longsword, the signature weapon of the knight who had made the name “Ghost Sword” famous on the continent.

Gwigoksageom.

Seureureu.

A single streak of red mana enveloped the blade.

[όὠμόὠς!!!]

Ignoring the Slayer’s monstrous scream.

Escardo swung his sword down.

[όὠ-μό-ὠς-!!]

The incomprehensible monstrous scream trailed off, and a thin line was drawn along the trajectory of the sword strike.

As the line gradually became clearer, its massive body began to split apart along the center.

Kuung.

It finally separated into two pieces and hit the ground.

Seureureureu.

The mana flowing through the Gwigoksageom subsided.

“Good work.”

Escardo looked around with a nonchalant greeting.

The scattered chunks of flesh and the piece of meat cleanly cut in two caught his eye.

“……”

His gaze swept over the two Knight Slayers and the three unconscious young masters for a moment.

“The young masters’ mission is over.”

The Commander of the Knights of Eurasia declared the end of the subjugation.

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