Survival Story of a Sword King in a Fantasy World

Sacred Peak, Generosus (2)

Dust was rising from the distance.

Watching the scene, Ryu Han-bin grabbed Gigant.

“They’ve caught up.”

After stopping the wagon, Artis examined their banners.

He sighed in relief.

“It’s the Church of Darkness. Fortunately, they’re not the Top Three.”

The Aliens from Akhtarun were too powerful.

Even if Ryu Han-bin did his best against them, it was hard to guarantee victory.

However, the Darkness Church was in level 60s at best.

Even if they outnumbered them, Han-bin’s group could easily defeat them.

Effir tilted her head as she pulled out her double swords.

“That’s weird. Do they think they can kill Han-bin?”

Ryu Han-bin went toe-to-toe against Leon Hart. Even though he lost, it was only by a narrow margin.

Shouldn’t they have sent a stronger force to deal with such a strong opponent?

Kibie shook her head.

“They think we didn’t actually catch Leon Hart with our actual skills. That spells good news for us. The Church’s powerful members are scattered all over the continent. There’s a limit to the amount of power they can use right now.”

The Church was serving her so Kibie could see their situation.

In any case, the battle was inevitable.

Kibie checked once more, taking care of her weapons.

“You know what? Avoid murder at all costs. Just knock them out.”

If the misunderstanding were resolved, they could become precious allies, but that would be difficult to achieve if they killed them.

Han-bin laughed.

“But I’m allowed to hurt them as much as I want, right?”

With a bitter smile, Kibie nodded.

“They’ll regenerate from it anyway.”

On Earth, healing wounds completely still meant that they would still have permanent scar or effect on the person.

In terms of surgeries, Latna was far superior.

Of course, Earth’s medicine was much better when it came to diseases and illnesses.

“Here we go!”

Ryu Han-bin charged out of the wagon.

“Taah!”

The muscular giant swung his sword, releasing a crescent-shaped shockwave.

Despite the pressure, the Templars responded quickly.

“He’s coming!”

“Get into formation!”

No matter how big the opponent was, he wasn’t taller than someone on a horse.

Their overpowering height gave them a lot of advantage in battle!

“Huh!”

As they charged, the Templars stabbed their spears at him.

The opponent fought back with his greatsword, never backing down.

“Do you think you can trick us?”

On the surface, he looked like a Valtara warrior, but he couldn’t be.

They were not afraid of the Alien at all!

Their conviction shattered the moment they exchanged blows.

“Huh!”

Han-bin’s Gigant swung at their spears.

Boom!

Five spears were smashed at the same time. The horses and their riders were knocked away as well.

It was as if a bomb had exploded.

“Argh?”

“Ugh!”

Deep nervousness ran through the whole camp.

‘What the hell was that?’

“What?”

“Is he a real Valtara warrior?”

“No, but as the elders say…”

There was no time to panic.

Ryu Han-bin was moving again.

“Taaah!”

He stepped forward and swung his sword again.

Two Golem steeds broke in half simultaneously, the sword’s wind twisting the Templars’ limbs.

“Huh!”

Every step led to a long crosscut.

Three knights and three horses were swept into the air at the same time.

He then conjured his red Aura!

-Aura Strike!

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

The loud metallic sound went off one after another.

It looked like falling leaves in fall winds.

Desperate screams echoed.

“Ahhhhhhhh!”

The situation was not much different on the other side.

-Magic Swordsmanship: Roar of Thunder!

A silver-haired Magic Swordsman, who didn’t look strong at all, and a Church’s partner, who had gone through all sorts of hardships, charged forth.

“Splendid flash, Arcane Blast!”

Every time the red-haired wizard aimed at them with his staff, a formidable amount of magic poured down on them like heavy rain.

-Aura Splash!

In between, the black-haired warrior ran through them like a wild beast.

The black Blade Aura danced and spilled the blood of multiple Templars.

The commander, Lord Fraser, was stunned.

‘Oh, my God….’

The entire pursuit team was collapsing.

There was such an overwhelming gap.

Above all else, that muscular man’s ability was terrifying.

They hadn’t touched a single hair of him, yet their casualties were increasing exponentially.

Han-bin was more like a natural disaster than a human being.

“Argh!”

“Ugh!”

Lord Fraser had only seen one person as powerful as Han-bin was in his life.

‘Then… His skills really defeated Leon Hart?’

* * *

Leon Hart was watching the situation in the wagon.

‘Um…’

Precious men were flying away, but his expression was surprisingly calm.

It was because Leon Hart knew that there was no danger to their lives.

He knew the reason, too.

That woman named Kibie had spoken out.

-If the misunderstanding were resolved, they could become precious allies, but that would be difficult to achieve if we killed them.

Leon Hart thought it was just acting.

Considering the characteristics of Aliens, it was impossible.

It was a well-known fact that the stronger the Alien, the more interested they were in murder.

He didn’t know why they liked murder so much.

But they’re avoiding murder.

‘Or is that even acting?’

They kept having similar conversations so far.

-Is it okay to be aggressive against the Church of Darkness? I think we are going to become their sworn enemies.

-It’s all right! Once we get the holy item, Leon Hart will acknowledge me. Then everything will be all right!

She looked sincere.

Sometimes even Leon Hart thought that Kibie might actually be the incarnation of Darkness.

‘No, I can’t jump to conclusions.’

He struggled to compose himself.

If the Templar Head made a wrong judgment, it wouldn’t just end up as damage to himself.

‘They’re not suspicious of anything.’

He could be sure that the Valtara warrior was not an Alien.

But he wasn’t sure about the remaining three.

However, it was becoming more and more likely that Kibie isn’t an ordinary Latnain.

Maybe it was because she was really the incarnation of the Goddess, but…

‘Aliens also have similar incompatibilities.’

The Mage named Artis and the Magic Swordswoman, Effir were also suspicious.

They didn’t show any particular patterns of behavior that were unique to Aliens.

They moved as if they were born and raised in Latna or on the continent.

But he wasn’t sure that they were the average Latnians.

‘Strangely different.’

When asked the difference, he couldn’t pinpoint it, but he could feel it from time to time.

He still didn’t know that Effir was Wyvern.

When he woke up after he fainted, Effir was already back to her human form.

‘Only the heir of the Sword King is certainly Latnian.’

Leon Hart was making a lot of mistakes.

‘Anyway, I’m going to stay calm for now.’

If Kibie was indeed the incarnation of Darkness, it was also an irreversible disrespect.

He had to move after being sure.

‘Well, there’s no way to release the restraints.’

Meanwhile, the situation slowly came to a close.

Kibie shouted at the fallen Templars, the Goddess’s collaborators.

“No more chasing! This misunderstanding will be resolved soon by Leon Hart himself!”

She then quickly boarded the wagon and left.

The hooves of the horses made loud noises as they stomped on the ground.

Thud, thud!

Looking at the moving wagon, their pursuers gritted their teeth.

“For God’s sake!”

“Oh, my God, Kybriel!”

“Forgive your servant…”

Pointing at the scene, Ryu Han-bin looked back at Kibie.

“In fact, shouldn’t you beg for forgiveness?”

“Well, I’m sorry, too!”

Maybe she was upset, but Kibie pouted her mouth.

Han-bin giggled.

Leon Hart’s brow furrowed as he watched them.

The longer he stayed with them, the more confused he was.

‘… Is that acting?’

* * *

In a village on the Meran Kingdom’s northern border, a middle-aged man was sitting in a bar.

“A group of unidentified Aliens kidnapped Master Leon Hart…”

He was Gabe, a level 99 Spiritist, who had chased the Goddess of Darkness’s incarnation at the command of Hollien the Transcendental.

Recalling the rumor, he began to wonder.

“What are they thinking?”

Gabe knew that the Aliens were the group of Kybriel’s incarnation.

But he didn’t understand why they had suddenly sought Leon Hart.

A young man in his 30s shrugged his shoulders.

“That’s not our business. We’re just happy we can kill as much as we want. Hahaha!”

He was a Level 101 Swordsman, Pit Stewart, an Alien from Canada.

He was also the Head of the six Aliens who belonged to the pursuit team.

The Valtara warrior, the helper of Kybriel, was extremely powerful.

He killed three Aliens who were close to level 100, all at the same time.

So Hollien gave Gabe even stronger support.

As many as six Aliens, who were in level 100s, were added to his team.

Gabe responded coldly, staring at Pit.

“I didn’t ask for your opinion. All you have to do is follow my orders.”

Unlike Gabe, Akhtarun’s Aliens didn’t actively chase the incarnation.

It was because they were bound not by loyalty but by the forbidden spell.

The Aliens were forced to follow what they were told to do, only ever feeling pleasure when they killed Latnains whenever they got the chance.

Due to them, Gabe was also struggling.

The Alien demons kept trying to kill whenever he took his eyes off of them.

Even at that time, people in the village were rekindling their appetite.

“Oh, I want to kill them.”

“But they’re only level 1 or 2. No matter how much I kill, I won’t feel anything.”

“That’s true, but it’s still fun.”

Gabe glared at them.

“I will never allow the killing of civilians. It would be a headache if people found out.”

After setting the terms, Gabe also asked the people sitting next to him for their opinions.

“What do you two think?”

The Silver Dragon Almara and the Green Dragon Saltus answered, respectively.

“It’s not something we should judge recklessly. I think it’s a priority to report it to Hollien.”

“I feel the same. I know we can’t use it recklessly because there’s a limit to the number of uses, but we need to be guided before we move.”

The Message Crystal Orb was a high-level Magic Tool with ultra-long-distance magic communication that allowed the users to converse even when they’re in different kingdoms.

As it had excellent performance, it could only be used a total of nine times. Gabe avoided using it unless it was absolutely essential.

Gabe nodded.

“Okay, get in touch with Hollien.”