Chapter 246
Tiller didn’t stop even when he saw Raon holding the sword.
‘I knew it.’
That cold-hearted guy couldn’t just die. Contrary to expectations, he held a long sword rather than a dagger, but the contrast was sufficient.
No rotation.
As before, I did not spin the spear and strong air, but only aimed at Raon’s heart with strength and speed. Without any technique, he fired a spear containing nothingness itself.
‘There’s this guy too.’
Covering his upper body with the Blue Clover, Raon, shaking with emotion, dramatically reduced the distance between swinging his sword. It was a perfect attack in all circumstances.
Raon drew his sword just before the spear touched his heart. A red blade protruded without a sound, soaring diagonally from his waist. It seemed to be aiming for the right arm holding the spear.
Tiller grinned.
‘Slow!’
His proficiency in foot swordsmanship was excellent, but he was as slow as a slug in this fleeting situation. I was confident that I could pierce the guy’s heart before the sword blocked the spear.
‘Die, blaming your stupidity!’
He bit his lip and thrust the spear all the way. However, the blade of the spear could not stab Raon right in front of him and did not move as if it had stopped in midair.
‘I can feel…’
My hands are weak, my legs are relaxed, and I feel as if my body is out of control. For some reason, the senses throughout the body were extremely low.
‘Is it because of the wound? no.’
There’s no way this kind of thing would happen just by getting hit with a knife. It was clear what Raon had done as he drew his sword.
Tiller gritted his teeth enough to break.
‘I don’t know what I did…’
I’m faster!
Even if the five senses were reduced, the speed of contact with the spear was faster than that of Raon’s sword. In addition, this side is blocked by the Blue Clover. It was an unwinnable fight.
The attack stuck. It was just as he tried to smile when he felt the spear against his skin.
‘it’s over?’
A slight pain arose in the left arm holding the Qingrujok.
‘What what?’
I turned my head. He floated up into the air with his left arm terribly severed, and the Chengru tribe held in his hand was falling into the river.
‘What is this…’
It seemed like a dream, not reality. Why his arm, which he attacked first, was cut off? The one he was aiming for was his right arm, but there was no way to know why his left arm was cut off.
Chiyiing!
As soon as the tinnitus rang in his ears, his senses returned. An excruciating pain ran down his spine.
“Quaaaaaagh!”
Tiller let out a throat-piercing scream and his chin shook.
“what! What is it!”
I couldn’t turn my head because of the excruciating pain. He frantically backed away, stopping the bleeding from his left shoulder.
“What have you done to me!”
* * *
“Are you okay?”
Raon ignored Tiller’s screaming and reached out to Garam, who was drowning.
“Ugh…”
Garam lowered his head and held his hand.
“I’m sorry.”
“Good job.”
“uh?”
“Perhaps because he took you hostage, he was careless. Thanks to that, I was able to cut my arm.”
Still unable to comprehend the situation, he pointed at Tiller, who squinted his eyes.
“You saved the people and weakened Tiller, so you did your job.”
Raon swung the Jecheon sword and put it in the scabbard.
“Now I’ll finish it and come back.”
He smiled lightly and walked forward. Tiller swallowed dryly and stepped back.
“What are you! What!”
“The one who cut your throat.”
Raon pushed his chest forward and bent his legs. He kicked the river while taking a typical balgeom stance.
Chiyiying!
The blue river that filled my vision passed like starlight, and I saw Tiller’s distorted face as if he had become a demon.
“You devil! Please relax!”
Tiller unleashes the spear he was holding at his waist. The second Haeram skylight. Blood spurted again from the left arm that stopped the bleeding.
Quaaaaaa!
I stepped on the advance toward the waves of the river that raged from the front and pulled out the Jecheon sword. The silver blade exposed from the scabbard contained the magic of the silver sword dream.
The moment the Jecheon Sword fully appeared, an inaudible melody spread and Tiller’s senses were minimized. He bit his lip as if he felt it too.
As if to sever Tiller’s heart, he stretched out his sword with extreme pleasure. The guy noticed the direction and changed the shape of the spear.
‘It passed.’
But that’s the illusion sword’s trick. The real one was a sword attack that was struck vertically from the bottom.
“Keugh!”
Tiller quickly rotated his spear as if he would not be hit twice, but the Jecheon Sword had already reached its destination.
Wow!
Tiller’s right arm tilted obliquely and fell off along with the spear in his hand. The blood of a bloody sheep gushed from both arms.
“Quaaaaaagh!”
As soon as he regained his senses, he let out a roar like the cry of hundreds of birds.
“Ughhh!”
Tiller cried out on his knees in the river, unable to escape. Unable to come to his senses from the pain, he began to sink into the river.
Chii profit!
I froze the floor to prevent him from falling into the river. He shouldn’t have died so easily.
“They say the pain of losing parents and siblings is like having your limbs torn off.”
Raon brushed off the blood on his sword and raised his chin.
“That’s what you’ve been doing.”
In fact, it’s a long way off.
Killer, who killed innocent people, robbed treasure, took children hostage, and ordered his parents to kill, was not enough even if he killed, revived, and then killed again.
“Especially the leader.”
Raon straightened his sword and approached Tiller.
“Parents say losing a child is similar to the pain of having your intestines cut out.”
I aimed my sword at Tiller’s stomach.
“Wait a minute!”
Tiller shook his head with a trembling chin.
“I am a disciple of the North and South Leaders! If you kill me, the North and South Alliance will move! Can you handle it!”
He screamed as if in a last-ditch effort.
“I would have said it didn’t matter.”
“Yes, you bastard, it would be enough to go to Sieghart, but what about the humans in the back! As soon as you leave, the bandits will turn you into meat!”
“You don’t need to worry. As of today, Doran Village will belong to Sieghart.”
“Kuhhh! Do you have the authority to decide that? Would Sieghart accept not just a village, but a village that would fight the Civil Alliance!”
Tiller smirked, as if not at all.
“Think carefully. This is your last chance. If you save me… ghast!”
“Close your mouth.”
Raon cut Tiller off and thrust a knife into his stomach.
“Queuuuueuk…”
“The head of household is not afraid of anyone.”
The Glenn Sieghardt I’ve seen so far is a man who will wipe out even his power the moment an opponent starts a fight. There is no way to be afraid of the name of the North-South Alliance.
“If, at least once in a while, Sieghart will give up protecting Doran Village, I will plant my banner on this land and river.”
“What what…”
“I will protect this land in the name of Raon Sieghard, not Sieghart.”
He twisted the blade of the Jecheon Sword and inflicted extreme pain on Tiller.
“Quaaaaaagh!”
Hearing his screams, he drew his sword.
“That is my side.”
“Wait a minute, I haven’t told you yet… oops!”
The blade of the Jecheon Sword grazed the sunlight on the river, and Tiller’s head sank into the river.
He disappeared into the darkness with his eyes wide open as if he did not believe in his own death until the very end.
“Oh. Ugh…”
I turned around with a suppressed moan that seemed to tighten my wool belt. Garam was shaking his hands and shedding tears.
The time I spent with Tiller and the time I suffered from him seemed to overlap, and I felt like my emotions exploded.
“done.”
Raon approached Garam and held his trembling shoulders.
“Let’s go back.”
* * *
“Raon collides with the North and South Alliance?”
Glenn narrowed his eyes while resting his chin on the throne.
“yes. Whether the changes in the Qinglu tribe are artificial or natural, the North and South Alliance is targeting the entire Gazelle River.”
Loen looked at the report from the Biyeonhoe and continued.
“Because he intends to eat not only Doran’s Village but also Yuin’s Village, he has no choice but to collide with Gwangpungdan.”
“Rimer will take care of it.”
Glenn lowered his eyes as if he was not interested.
“Do you really think so? Who is Rimer now?”
Rowen furrowed his eyebrows as if it made sense.
“Okay.”
Glenn groaned and opened his eyes slowly.
“How long will that bastard stay like that…”
He sighed and shook his head.
“Anyway, the one who is leading the Gwangpungdan right now is Master Raon, and the opponent is Tiller Seyton, so I think we will clash head-on.”
Rowen glanced at the report and licked his lips.
“Reports suggest that the real Tiller is more of a swindler than a hero. There is a high possibility that a big fight will break out and even a relationship that kills each other.”
“I guess so.”
“The North and South Alliance is different from the White Blood Church, which is not afraid of death. Tiller will beg for his life by taking advantage of his being a disciple of the North and South Leaders. How do you think Master Raon will move then?”
“Of course it cuts.”
Glenn responded immediately, as if he didn’t have to think.
“That child is my grandson who inherits my will. I can’t be intimidated by such a low reputation.”
“Of course,” he laughed coldly.
“If on the other hand, what would you do if you were defeated by Tiller and Master Raon returned with a serious injury?”
“I will have to punish that weak fellow. And…”
Glenn clenched a fist with the hand that was holding the throne.
“The location of the North and South Alliance was known, right?”
“yes? Ah yes.”
Rowen nodded. Unlike the headquarters of Eden or the White Blood Church, which were hidden in the dark, the location of the headquarters of the North and South Alliance was known, albeit roughly.
“Erasing the North-South Alliance.”
As if those words were sincere, a spirit that would crush the world slowly rose from Glenn.
“As expected, the head of household cares about the young master the most…”
“Keuheum! It’s not because of La Raon or the other kids. Sieghart will only repay the neglected debt!”
Glenn shook his head as if not at all.
“Are you sure?”
“Of course!”
Ron twitched his lips as if holding back a laugh.
“Then, what did you mean by Raon-nim’s grandson inheriting the will?”
“Uh when.”
“It was. There’s no way a grandson inheriting the will would do that.”
“Ugh.”
“Whoops.”
Loen looked at Glenn, who blushed, and smiled lightly.
‘Bocchan, please come back soon.’
Because the grandfather who only cares about his grandchildren is waiting for him.
* * *
Rimmer laughed as he watched Tiller’s body sink into the river.
“It’s all over.”
The whole situation ended with the death of Tiller, the last remaining bandit, after saving all the Qinglu tribe and reporting the evil deeds of the bandits of the North and South Alliance. It was a perfect victory with no deaths or serious injuries.
‘The Qinglou tribe will recover soon.’
If you return the receiving stone to the Blue Clover, the Gazelle River will return to its original color and they will be able to return to their old lives.
‘It will take some time to forget the sadness.’
Of course, that is the material and physical part. The mental part will take a lot of time to recover.
Rimer looked over at the Chengru tribe, who were weeping over Tiller’s death, then turned his head. Raon was holding Garam’s shoulder and comforting him as he knelt down and cried.
‘They said they would plant a flag.’
Raon said that if Sieghart did not protect Doran Village, he would plant a flag with his name on it.
Unknowingly, his fists were clenched and the hairs on his body stood on end.
‘It’s similar.’
Raon and Glenn had similar personalities in case someone wasn’t their grandson. To put it in detail, although Raon had a little more indecisive temperament.
Rimer smiled.
‘It would be a waste for that guy to stop at a stage or a stand.’
Raon has a personality and talent that is closer to that of the family head than any other talented person in Sieghart I’ve seen so far. He was the kind of guy who would ride a raging wind and reach the sky if he only accumulated experience.
“Sweet Lord.”
As I was looking at Raon returning, Burren approached me.
“huh?”
“Can we reach that level too?”
The question was not unique to Burren. Marta, Runan, and all of the mad wind were looking at him.
“You know I’m not a person who doesn’t talk empty words, so I’ll tell you honestly. You can be too. It’s just…”
Rimmer nodded and smiled.
“You shouldn’t try to follow Raon. Let that guy go first, watch and learn from behind, and walk your own path.”
“Um…”
“Your level is fast even in meat. One of the reasons is because I saw and experienced many things while traveling with Raon. If you step on the stairs step by step, you will be able to go higher than that.”
“Thank you.”
“I will work hard!”
I wasn’t trying to give hope, I just said it honestly, but everyone’s face brightened.
It’s kind of funny that he even creates hope on his own, but Raon was also a natural leader.
“Tsk.”
“Yeah…”
Marta frowned slightly, and Runan blinked blankly, but he let them go, since they’re usually like that.
Rimer looked at the Gwangpungdan swordsmen looking at Raon and smiled softly.
‘There must be many fun things in the future.’
I won’t be bored in my later years.
* * *
Worst!
With the sound of wet footsteps, Raon and Garam climbed onto the boat.
“It’s all over here too.”
Raon smiled as he saw the deck with no enemies left.
“You are too late.”
Rimmer shrugged, arms crossed.
– That’s right.
Lars, who had been quiet, frowned and climbed onto the bracelet.
-Why did you wait so long when you could have caught it more easily and quickly?
He yawned, saying he was bored watching low-level fights.
“I want to try a new swordsmanship.”
Raon smiled lightly and struck his sword.
‘There were circumstances.’
-circumstances?
‘okay. The harder the battle, the better the reward.’
As Lars said, if he had just fought to win, he would have been able to defeat Tiller faster and easier.
However, since he did not simply defeat Tiller, but completely broke the martial arts he had learned and created a new swordsmanship, the soon-to-be reward would have been much greater.
-You said you dragged your time because of the reward given by the poetry system?
‘It wasn’t that I was wasting time, but that I fought a little harder.’
-You sneaky bastard! Do you know that abilities come out when you dig into the ground! Everything belonged to the original king!
‘know.’
Of course I knew, so I nodded my head.
– Wicked and wicked. The real devil was you!
‘Maybe.’
– Aaah! I want to kill you! I really want to kill you!
As he continued to respond with a smirk, Lars trembled and screamed.
“Raon.”
While Raon was teasing Lars, Rimmer approached and held out his hand.
“You have to give it to me now.”
“What?”
“You promised to give gold coins.”
“You already gave it to me.”
“uh? when?”
“You must have taken the gold coins and jewels with you when you stole the reception desk.”
He pointed below the deck and turned his head.
“Uh how could you…”
He forgot he had to lie and gaped his mouth.
“It’s obvious that they are outnumbered.”
“No, that is an exception. You promised to give it to me!”
“I only said gold coins.”
“uh?”
Saliva flowed from Rimer’s open mouth.
‘Right?’
Really, Raon only said that it was a gold coin. There was no word of giving anywhere.
“You devilish bastard!”
– You son of a bitch!
An elf and a demon king screamed and screamed at a human.
“Okay, it’s all over, so let’s get this sorted out quickly. Once this ship is destroyed…”
It was when Raon ignored the two and gave instructions. A huge boat sounded from the north.
Koo Goo Goo!
A black ship of majestic size cut through the rough waves of the Ravel River.
“Why is that ship here…”
Rimmer widened his eyes at the black ship.
“What is that?”
“Bad luck.”
He could hear him swallowing dry saliva.
“It’s bad luck for the second battleship of the North and South Alliance…”
