Chapter 813 Chapter
203. The enemy’s determination
Alpen and Ballas began rushing toward the camp with their eyes shining.
Drek was going crazy because vampirism didn’t apply to Jin or the previous family heads at all.
‘I have to fight while absorbing as much blood as possible from other guys and compatriots. If I don’t get a chance to use the return art, it’s over…!’
Of course, Jin had no intention of leaving it that way.
“Resent Simat and Rakiman. Those guys taught me a lesson, you guys are the kind of people who can bounce whenever the need arises.”
Spaw!
Bradamante radiated sword energy and left a huge gash on Drek’s right leg. Eternal Flower Sumija Drek gritted his teeth as if his jaw would break. Even if I focused brain energy on the affected area, Younghwa did not move like a stigma.
“So I have to teach you guys a lesson too. It means that we will tell you what will happen if you trust only technology and recklessly touch the Barmal Alliance. So give up running away with return magic or dimension shifting, and as I said before, think about how you can die with even a little honor.”
[Shut up! This body is the great fighting king of the enemy tribe!]
“Yes, that’s what I meant. Now I can hear you. It’s just that it’s not good to keep absorbing other people’s blood. Let’s change seats.”
There are no civilians on the Quassel plains. The Zoroastrian Fortress collapsed, and Dante safely evacuated all the surviving Dragon Knights, so they could use the battlefield widely without any restrictions.
‘If Drek had invaded a highly protected area, massacres and hostage-taking would have been inevitable. I wouldn’t have been able to overwhelm them like now because I was protecting civilians.’
Imagining that scene made Jin instantly dizzy. In particular, Drek possessed unique abilities specialized in dealing with both genocide and superhumans.
Giving lessons was not just an expression. I had to give the enemy a terrible defeat so that they would never even think of invading the Barmal Union again. If Drek returned alive, the Bamal Alliance would have no choice but to spend every moment worrying about this kind of terrorism.
Whoops!
Dreg’s gigantic body took a backward step as Jin charged and swung his sword. Dereg was helplessly pushed back as the previous family heads who had already approached from the left and right pressed the flanks. Even a small reversal could not be caused even with the use of the castle flower.
Sometimes they would fight back. He swung his front paws, prepared to be immortalized, and opened his mouth to bite Jin when he leaped. By amplifying the optical heart, he dropped red brains and spears made of red brains in all directions without rest, and even pulverized the ground with just a roar.
I couldn’t harm Jin in any way. Rather, every time he counterattacked, he was only cut or stabbed somewhere in his body by the swords of Jin and the previous family heads.
Although meaningless, it was purely thanks to his vampirism that Drek was able to counterattack like that.
The fleet was doing super regeneration with the blood it was continuously absorbing. It was a regenerative power that was possible because not only the enemy but also the blood of the Bamal Alliance superhumans were being absorbed together.
But even that was coming to an end.
[Great-grandchildren! You can hardly see the droplets of blood being absorbed by this guy now.]
[This seems to be the limit, the area where blood-sucking ability can reach. If he wasn’t immune to vampirism like us, he would have been extremely difficult to deal with.]
As Ballas and Alpen said, Drek could no longer steal blood from the fleet. The wound healed noticeably later than before, and a rustling sound came from his breath.
“I would have been excited to deal with one Sir Hedo. In the end, you would have thought that if we were to destroy them one by one in this way, we would collapse or succumb. But we recently defeated a formidable enemy that even you guys couldn’t compare to.”
Drek no longer had the means to resist. He felt a wall he couldn’t overcome even while dealing with one person who had already lost, but with the previous heads of households, his power was infinitely shabby.
Tsuaaaaa-!
A fountain of blood splattered as the sword passed over Drek’s chest. He concluded that maintaining the castle flower was pointless and canceled the transformation.
Returning to the form of an enemy, Drek gripped his spear and looked at his fleet in the distance behind Jin. Even though Ballas and Alpen had left the battlefield earlier, the members of the Barmal Alliance remaining on the fleet side did not show any signs of being tired.
Things might have been a little different if Drek’s unique abilities had continued to affect the battlefield, but hope seemed hopeless on the fleet side as well. The veil amplified the solar power and put pressure on the entire fleet, and Hedo, who joined the battlefield again, was tearing the fleet at random as if to relieve his resentment.
Victory had already been given up early, and now it was Drek’s turn to give up the run. He wondered whether he or any of his compatriots would be able to return alive.
“Khehehe. This is why… the sun must be restored again. Are the powers you possessed really worthy of the lower race of humans? Since the death of the sun god, the world has obviously lost its way.”
“Well, you guys can also be called the Sun God. Now that all hope is gone, are you looking for the god you believe in?”
“no. I don’t think all possibilities are gone yet, Gene Runkandel. Let’s make a deal. If you just let me go, the knowledge of our enemy names.”
Spaw!
Drek greeted the image of his right arm falling to the ground before he finished his words.
“Good deal. But if you wanted to do business with me, you should have come before doing this. The Barmal Alliance will not, from now on, have any small negotiations with you guys.”
Drek met Jean’s eyes without looking down at his fallen arm. It felt like if I averted his gaze now, the next time I would fall off my neck, not my arm.
“…Are you saying that because of your anger at me, you’re going to throw away an opportunity for your technological prowess to improve by leaps and bounds? If it’s because of trust, I’ll hand over the technology first. Even though you seem to be in a position where you don’t have to keep your promise after receiving the technology. What I offer is a deal you have nothing to lose.”
“It’s up to you to think about it.”
“I will also give you all of our fleet fighting behind your back. Without my orders, you will never have full possession of that fleet. Because it has a built-in self-destruct device that prevents technology leaks. There are bound to be limitations in analyzing technology with only debris.”
Jin swung his sword once more, dropping Drek’s left arm. Took Drek did not dare to avoid Jin’s gaze this time.
“…What do you want, Gene Runcandel? You wouldn’t have completely ruled out the deal either, so you wouldn’t kill me right away. Let me know and I will do whatever I can to fulfill.”
It’s not that I really don’t like the skills of the enemy tribe.
However, Jin was sure that if he left Drek alive, he would definitely do a trick. Since the enemy’s technical skills were still unknown, it was highly likely that Drek would try to escape by pretending to help the Bamal Alliance in some way.
“It’s simple that I won’t kill you right now. I think some of the guys in that fleet are recording this right now. either text or video. All I want is for it to be fully delivered to your base. Make you guys fear me more.”
Jin took a step closer to Drek. Drek took a step backwards involuntarily.
Just as Rakiman instilled absolute fear in beastmen, Jin was imprinting his existence on the enemy.
Recognition that the enemy is a ‘natural enemy’ that must never be fought.
“Now you know what your last words are, Drek Horn. If you really care for the people you call your countrymen.”
Jin said as he grabbed Drek’s shoulder. The fear he was feeling was conveyed through his palms.
Derek finally gave up and shouted:
Compatriots!
Never again challenge Jin Runkandel and Barmal Union. We will never defeat them…!
Unless our commitment comes back.
Drek swallowed the afterword, and red tears of blood flowed from his eyes. It was Drek who casually absorbed the blood of other enemies throughout the battle and tried to use it as a catalyst for the return art.
He sincerely thought that his countrymen should not repeat this mistake again. He said that he shouldn’t even come close to the Barmal Union until he returns.
Drek’s use of his compatriots as consumables during battle was an act for the sake of the ‘enemies’. The Red Myeongjok is an extreme totalitarian group, and Drek was a particularly terrible totalitarian among them.
“That is correct. Now let me free you from humiliation.”
Wow…!
The eternity that permeated Drek’s body suddenly burned fiercely. Drek met his end engulfed in blue flames like that.
“Let’s go clean up the remnants now, ancestors. In any case, the Drek recorded by the fleet will be passed on to those who flee using the return art, so we will destroy every single ship in the Red Fleet.”
[My great-grandson. It’s just like looking at my younger days!]
[I think my youth in the 57s must have felt completely different from Sogaju.] [You’d
say that when you just lost a bet in your 20s.] [
There’s a ship left over there . Can’t you see? You probably wanted to finish with one more destroyed than I did, but unfortunately the game is still out.]
[Kurl curl! All right, the result will be the same anyway, so try your best. Let’s go!]
So, the enemy had to lose one great battle king and his entire fleet in a single invasion of the Bamal Alliance.
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{My fellow countrymen! Never again challenge the Jin Runkandel and Bamal Alliance, we will never be able to beat them…!} A
video of Drek’s end was being delivered to all the strongholds of the enemies whose seals were released. The enemy tribes watching the video were trembling and feeling humiliation and fear.
No one expected that the annihilation of Drekhorn and the Red Fleet was not enough, and that even such a video would remain.
“What the hell is this… Compatriot Drek is like that…”
“It’s a fabrication! They have a human called a record wizard. It’s a video manipulated by the trick of recording magic…!”
While many words were exchanged, Simat gritted his teeth and looked at his compatriots.
“Didn’t you hear the testimony of the compatriots who returned with the return art? We… must follow the will of our compatriot Drek. never again again! You must not touch the Barmal Union. It has been proven that it is the quickest shortcut to the destruction of our enemies.”
From now on, our enemies are only targeting Ziple and Kinzel. Until Avalanche returns and all Great Fight Kings fully regain their powers.
Simart continued to talk behind his back and made up his mind. The arrogant great fighting kings kept driving their compatriots to dog death and blocking the revival of the enemy’s name.
‘Maybe it’s a good thing. Because of this incident, the remaining compatriots of Daetoo King must have been acutely aware of the danger of the Jin Runkandel and Bamal alliance. All of my words have been proven right, so now it’s time to really focus on hunting while excluding those monsters.’
Simat immediately requested a communication from the great fighting kings and expressed his opinion.
{Yes, Shimat compatriots are right. For the time being, the Barmal Alliance will be completely excluded from the invasion target.}
{Wow… I didn’t know that the Drek compatriots would be so broken. I agree with you. If you keep attacking them like this, there won’t be any compatriots left. It makes me wonder that Rakiman’s compatriots are still alive.}
The Great Fighting Kings made a decision without thinking for a second. A great victory and a crushing defeat The Barmal Union and the enemy’s joys and sorrows were mixed.
