Survival Story of a Sword King in a Fantasy World

Loer Dungeon (3)

Blood Circers entered the building one by one.

They screamed as they stared at Han-bin and his party.

“Crrr!”

“Crrr…”

Despite the embarrassment, Han-bin and his party quickly responded.

All of them took out their weapons and prepared themselves for the fight.

Oh, except for one.

“I haven’t had dessert yet.”

With cheese in his left hand and a wine glass in his right hand, Raondel looked lost.

Quitting a meal in the middle of a course was against royal etiquette.

Eventually, Seira lost her temper.

“Dessert isn’t a problem now, you idiot!”

“S-Seira? How dare you speak rudely to the royal family of Atransas…”

“I’ll apologize later, so just pull out your sword!”

The Blood Circers soon began to rush in.

Seira hit the floor with her left foot.

“Pillars of Ramniana, soar, and whirl!”

A whirlpool of water rose and hit the rushing Blood Circers.

She was quite powerful as a level 50 Spiritist.

The aftermath alone shook the entire building and broke the floor, scattering debris.

Nevertheless, it didn’t cause much damage.

It was to block them from approaching them temporarily.

The monsters who escaped from the whirlpool made a fierce shout and attacked again.

“Crrr!”

Artis immediately cast a spell.

Thanks to Seira’s spirit art, he gained enough time to complete the chant.

“Burning Flare!”

A red flash devoured three Blood Circers.

Their blood and fat boiled and evaporated as they screamed.

“Argh!”

Blood Circers couldn’t ignore level 52 spells.

The unexpectedly powerful magic slowed them down for a while.

In the gap, Effir and Ryu Han-bin positioned themselves at the flanks.

When the formation was set, Effir performed a technique.

-Magic Swordsmanship: Thunder Roar!

Blade-shaped lightning stabbed the Blood Circers.

One of the monsters turned sharply, effectively dodging the attack.

I poked its long fingernails out, clawing at her.

“Hap!”

She bent her legs swiftly.

She avoided the fingernails through a posture that almost stuck to the floor. She immediately changed her feet’ positions, approached them, and sliced her blade upward like an uppercut!

It was a piece of cake!

It was an impeccable, clean series of movements.

The edges of the Thunder Roar cut the Blood Circer by its side.

“Grrrr!”

Bleeding profusely, it backed away.

Watching the scene, Ryu Han-bin clicked his tongue.

‘She used such a technique in that kind of situation?’

It was the usage written in the Maxbrid Martial Arts, and Han-bin himself practiced hard, but he didn’t think he would be able to use it that way.

Before he noticed it, Effir’s swordsmanship had advanced beyond his level.

‘Now, I need to grab her and learn from her swordsmanship.’

Meanwhile, she was charging again.

Quite a few injuries had been inflicted on it already, but the Blood Circer hadn’t died yet.

-Magic Swordsmanship: Steel Roar!

It was a technique that loaded energy into the blade.

She inserted her sword with increased cutting power into the heart of the Blood Circer!

“Taat!”

But the blade stopped after impaling a couple of inches into its chest.

The excited Blood Circer swung its fingernails in quick successions.

“Argh!”

Effir didn’t panic.

‘I can’t get a blow on my own.’

Blood Circers were monsters at level 55 or higher.

They were strong opponents for her.

As expected, she also thought of countermeasures in advance.

Instead of using her left sword, she wielded the right sword in reverse, and Effir positioned herself under the armpit of Blood Circer.

She then put her weight into her swings as she made a series of quick attacks.

‘If a single shot doesn’t work, I will do one after another until it works!’

By stacking the damage, she penetrated the opponent’s bones and sinews!

She executed an elegant sword dance, causing bodily fluids to gush out of the Blood Circer.

It struggled to kill Effir somehow, but it was futile.

“Argh!”

She avoided them all even though she was within armlength.

She didn’t just avoid the opponent’s offensive but also assumed the range of effective attacks in advance and got to proper positions.

“Crrr…”

In the end, it couldn’t do anything but die in vain.

Han-bin glared at her.

He had practiced that a lot, but he couldn’t understand it.

‘I’ll have to ask her to teach me later.’

At that moment, his priority was to deal with the monsters in front of them.

Taking a step forward, Ryu Han-bin wagged his wrist.

The black greatsword left a huge afterimage in the air.

Yay!

Four Blood Circers aimed at the right side of the party cut off all at once.

Crimson fluids splattered all over the building as they screamed in agony. Countless flesh and debris were blown away.

“Argh!”

It was so overwhelming that even the other Blood Circers stiffened and hesitated for a moment.

“Grrrr?”

“Grrrr!”

Raondel and Seira were both pleasantly surprised.

“Huh!”

“What was that?”

That girl used all her sophisticated techniques and magic to get through one monster, but four of them died instantly with just a casual swing!

* * *

The giant savage lightly swung his gigantic sword to shake off the blood off of its blade.

His terrifying focus was aimed at a flock of Blood Circers.

“Come on, then…”

Ryu Han-bin sprang forward.

“Die, worthless beings.”

Bam!

He executed such a powerful leap that the stone floor cracked under its sheer force.

In a flash, Han-bin sliced through the air, blocking their advance.

“Taat!”

A Blood Circer quickly crossed his fingernails to stop the attack, but…

Crack!

His fingernails were all smashed, and his forearms, shoulders, and torso were cut in half as well.

Seira watched the scene with a blank look on her face.

“No way, how can he easily…”

Blood Circers’ fingernails were one of their most powerful weapons.

It was a formidable object that even blocked Trinlock’s Blade Aura. How did he cut through it even though he wasn’t an Aura user?

Han-bin’s black sword slashed through the side of another monster.

“Yay!”

With a single blow, the upper and lower bodies of the Blood Circer were severed, causing both to fly in different directions.

“Arghhh!”

In the meantime, Han-bin watched Effir battle.

‘Oh, that’s something to study, too.’

A Blood Circer, who was attacking Han-bin, broke down from the shoulder to the groin, its blood splashing across the floor.

“That too…”

Three Blood Circer heads were cut into pieces and shot into the air in the wake of the ensuing clash.

‘I’ll have to try that now.’

Immediately, Han-bin tried the bottom attack and cut off the legs of the others.

‘Okay, I got it.’

Han-bin hacked, slashed, and smashed those who came at him while watching the others fight.

Wherever the greatsword passed through, blood rained down, and screams echoed.

“Argh!”

Effir, who managed to end another enemy, looked around and shouted.

“Mr. Felard!”

Three Blood Circers away from them were gazing at Ryu Han-bin with their mouths wide open.

“Goooo!”

Their skin glowed red and was covered with strange patterns.

At the same time, red blood clots were conjured and launched at them like shells.

Effir’s cry followed.

“Dodge!”

She didn’t mean that Han-bin needed to avoid getting hit by it.

She told him to avoid getting hit by that because she didn’t want him to be fine.

‘Eck!’

Han-bin almost missed the timing.

In a hurry, Ryu Han-bin turned himself away from it.

He narrowly avoided the blood clots, which hit the wall of the building.

Bam!

After cutting off the three Circers’ throats, Han-bin expressed his gratitude bluntly.

“Thank you, Effir.”

“You’re welcome, Mr. Felard.”

He asked, recalling the blood clots he had just dodged.

“Is it magic?”

However, it felt a little different.

But it was ambiguous to explain.

“It’s Aura.”

Effir answered back.

“These guys are using Aura-based skills. They’re definitely monsters over level 50.”

‘Oh, that’s Aura?’

Han-bin had heard it a lot, but he had never seen it before.

Amazingly, Han-bin looked at the besieging crowd of Blood Circers.

The Circers were no longer as aggressive as before. They kept their distance from him.

Since they were falling so fast, it looked like they had no choice but to tone down their offense.

Instead, they opened their lips and gathered up red energy.

Looking at the blood clots gathering in their mouths, Han-bin was convinced.

‘It feels so different.’

The energy was different from that of Effir or Artis.

Han-bin didn’t know what was different and how different it was, but he felt it was different anyway.

He then had a realization.

‘Oh? How do I know this?’

It was not just about Aura.

Each power had a different energy. Magic Swordsman Effir, Mage Artis, and Spiritist Seira.

Han-bin was embarrassed.

He didn’t notice any difference a little while ago.

‘Why can I feel it all of a sudden?’

However, there was no room for questioning his own mind.

Red blood clots were spreading everywhere.

“Crrrrr!”

With a roar, the Blood Circers fired blood clots towards them in unison.

Han-bin flung himself.

‘Let’s clear this for now and think about it after!’

The greatsword’s trajectory covered the blood clots and a flock of Blood Circers at the same time.

Another bloodbath transpired.

“Arghhh!”

Scattering corpses all over their vicinity, he continued to push forward.

Crimson fluids dyed the place red whenever the giant warrior crossed the battlefield.

Loud shouts echoed through the ruins.

“Taaaaaaaaaah!”

* * *

A group of over 30 Blood Circers was nearly exterminated.

Since Ryu Han-bin had done most of the work, it was natural for Seira to be shocked.

“That’s great, no matter who you are, Valtara warrior…”

But she didn’t doubt his identity.

“If I hadn’t seen it with my own eyes, I wouldn’t have believed it.”

Ryu Han-bin and Artis, who had been worried, had cared all along. But in fact, there was no reason to doubt it from the perspective of others.

A man known for being strong beyond common sense displayed how strong he was.

There was nothing wrong with that.

‘Have I been too sensitive?’

Artis laughed inwardly.

They were admiring Han-bin’s power.

Seira and Raondel, who was so arrogant, changed the way they looked at Han-bin.

“It was indeed a great battle.”

Raondel shook his head and complimented him sincerely.

“I could see why the humble barbarians, with neither dignity nor nobility, were so much popular among people. You guys live less than 100 years, but your kind is born frequently. It’s the first time I’ve ever praised a human being so that you can admire it.”

Raondel’s face suddenly stiffened.

“…”

The Valtara warrior was looking at Raondel with a familiar look.

“Why? I complimented you this time–”

Bam!

Flap!

Grrrr…

Naturally, Seira crossed her hands.

“Please wait a little bit. I’ll heal you.”

Effir nodded.

“Yes, I’ll wait.”

Turning his back, Ryu Han-bin sighed.

At that point, he was almost overwhelmed with pity.

‘Just don’t say anything, you idiot.’