Chapter 599 – Revenge and the Old Man

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Smoke rises, and the sound of metal clashing continues as sparks shoot up everywhere.

As if they were playing a song, the resonance of the sword and arms resonating with a moderate tempo accompanied not only sound, but also destruction.

Every time his sword his was swung, and the arm of Yama, the leader, was swung, the shockwaves that erupted had a significant impact on those around him.

Earth is dug, rocks are broken, machinery is cracked, trees are broken.

The fight between the two is truly a moving disaster.

It was like a walking storm, moving to unpredictable places.

The adamandite sword held in both hands emits a hideous light as if it wants blood, but the enemy does not allow it easily.

No, on the contrary, I wondered if there was anything like blood in that black body.

What exists is smooth skin like pitch-black steel no matter where you look.

Although it had the shape of a muscle, Cleon could see that it was not a normal body surrounded by muscle fibers.

From a while ago, he was swinging his sword with all his might, but his black arm his, while looking bare, was as hard as a sword and blocked it.

And it moves as if the impact of Cleon’s sword is flowing somewhere, and while the sword and arms collide, it tries to give Cleon a chase using other body parts.

Cleon, who saw through it, parried the attack and the two widened their distance.

If the battles like this were repeated from before, Cleon felt his hands his go numb.

Still, they haven’t allowed a single effective hit against each other, but this side is still alive and moving even if it is strengthened with magical power.

It felt as if the biological tissues made up of bones, muscles, and skin were not able to withstand the collision with the body of the other person, whether it was human, rock, or metal.

However, the threat to Cleon was not simply the strength of the enemy’s body.

Rather, it can be said that the intensity is close to the second rank in terms of risk.

Yama, who had distanced himself from Cleon, took his characteristic stance once more, jumped up, spun in the air, and lowered one of his legs toward Cleon like a guillotine blade.

This attack, Cleon had seen many times before, was a large jump attack with his own body weight.

It happened over and over again that Albain and other guys who wanted to be fancy tried it in front of Cleon and were shot down.

However, Yama couldn’t use that method.

More than durability, it was because the body moved so quickly and lightly, and the attack came in as heavy as tens of thousands of pounds.

With a downward kick so fast that it was impossible to dodge or prepare a spell to hit, Cleon raised his sword with both hands to prevent his own head from being split.

“Hoo. Do you block this too? As expected, he is a reincarnated person of the Dark Demon. I can’t help but admit that fighting ability.”

While he said that, he kicked off Cleon’s sword and leaped backwards, again orbiting in the air, landed on the ground, and shook his hands.

“Well, it’s no fun otherwise.”

“Fun…?”

Cleon narrowed his eyes at Yama’s words, as if he had reasons to fight Cleon other than for Adam’s sake.

“Okay. Reincarnation of the Dark Demon – You, past and present. To us Yeomma, it is only a hindrance.”

“…Is it a story from a previous life again?”

Cleon put on a tired expression, took his sword and stance, and this time dug into him from his side of her.

The trajectory of sprinting largely turns to the right, rotating the body at a blind spot, and cutting diagonally with weight.

If he entered, he would be able to slash his opponent neatly from shoulder to side, but as if he were the leader of an assassin group, he would use both arms to block it like Cleon did earlier, then enter into a contest of strength .

“Yes… 30 years ago, when you were still called the ‘Emperor of the Magic Sword’, I owe you a lot…!”

“Was that story going on?”

Amidst the harsh metal-scraping sounds of kigi-gi-geek, he looks straight at Cleon and brags about what happened between him and Cain.

Cleon still reacts as if he’s fed up, but the other person doesn’t seem to care.

Then, he stretched out both of his arms, deflected Cleon’s sword, and thrust his fist into Cleon’s abdomen.

Cleon then quickly leveled his sword to block it, then kicked him in the shin with a metal-clad booted foot from Cleon’s side of him.

But, Caang! When he heard a sound and did n’t hit at all, he tried to cut Cleon’s leg from Yama’s side this time with the sharp blade at the end of his elbow.

Cleon pulled the scabbard of his adamantite sword from his left waist to avoid it and slashed his arm.

Both of them swayed, staggering, and once again increased their distance.

“In the great battle with the Empire… Our Yeomma was on the mission of assassinating the demonic sword emperor under his father’s orders.”

[He’s also pretty.]

When Galatea said that, Cleon nodded his head in agreement, but when he saw that he had stopped moving to talk, he took a moment to recover his disturbed breathing his.

“A feat on the continent that poses the greatest threat to the enemy, father. Of course, it was my destiny to win that victory, but I considered it the supreme struggle. That’s why, without being vigilant, I entered the system that was the heart of the empire and succeeded in isolating him.”

That day, Yama remembers, was an exceptionally bright moonlit night.

For the assassins, it must have been a not-so-good environment, but the flame demons were not concentrated enough to attribute the failure to such a natural thing.

At least, until the time he went in to carry out his mission his.

“We had the upper hand in numbers, and our father’s spies were also in the empire, so we were the ones who had the information about him. In contrast, the demonic sword emperor knew nothing about us. My students and I launched an onslaught. Because we thought we had to kill him even if it cost all our lives.”

He looked up at the artificial moon created by the lights floating in the sky as if recalling the distant past.

However, in history – the sentence ‘The Emperor of the Demonic Sword was assassinated and died’ did not remain.

“The result was a disaster. All assassins were dead except me, and I was destined to die too. But he said. That to me ‘Go and tell the father of all you serve. Soon, all order will collapse, and the false world you created will come to an end. You are a messenger for him.’

The moment he said that, a white crack appeared on Yama’s face.

No, maybe it would be better for her to say ‘he came up’.

From the place where he puts on the garment, a crack rises like a snake, moving as if drawing an expression on his face her.

“It was humiliating … In all of his hundreds of years of service to his father, it was the first time he had been humiliated like that. I was ‘forced’ to survive. Even my attempt to end my life on the spot failed due to his magic his, and my memory was read and sent to this base.”

The crack slowly formed a sharp line, as if expressing the feelings of anger, hatred, and despair within it.

“I reported what I had been thinking of accepting whatever punishment my father might bring. But surprisingly, my father gave me a second chance. This, along with a body in the form of a construct made of ‘carbon nanotubes’.”

“Carbon… What?”

Cleon doubted his ears at the jargon that suddenly appeared, but the answer to Cleon’s question did not come back.

Rather, the fact that he worked under Adam for hundreds of years in an ordinary human body until 30 years ago is just more astonishing.

“Do you understand, a reincarnated person… Now is the moment to make the most of that second chance. I will kill the four imperfect ones – and avenge my comrades. This is the revenge granted to me, and it is destiny!”

As if filled with joy, when he clasped his hands tightly and showed the intensity of his emotions to the point of trembling, Cleon could not help but sigh when he heard all of this.

“You really are the same no matter who you are. To see me as a guy like the Demonic Sword Emperor.”

Hearing Cleon’s words, Yama laughed and sneered and returned to his stance her.

He spoke like this with an attitude as if he would rush in at any moment.

“Of course. Aren’t you, a being created by inheriting his previous life factor?”

At his answer his, Cleon shook his head with an expression that he still could n’t understand and continued his words his.

“…Well, I don’t particularly consider him and me to be the same thing, and I rather hate it, so I don’t want to say that much, but-“

And the next moment, Cleon, who was standing defenseless, approached Yama, who was holding his posture his, in an instant.

In fact, despite the sudden acceleration, as if invisible wings were attached to Yama, while showing a startled reaction, he calmly caught and blocked Cleon’s one-point stabbing into his abdomen with his both hands.

“Keugh…!”

To block is to block, but even so, the distance was enough for the tip of the sword to barely touch his belly.

There, Cleon and Yama again entered a power struggle.

And Cleon was talking like that.

“Finally. Since you can’t win against the demonic sword emperor, aren’t you taking your anger out on me? The opponent you need to defeat is because Lesia has already defeated it.”

“What…!”

At Cleon’s words, the white crack on Yama’s face distorted once again.

But without even paying attention to that, Cleon puts out his leg one step at a time, pushing his body his away.

Then, Yama too began to slowly slide back to keep his distance from his sword.

“Is it right after you become that body? The death of the Demon Sword Emperor. Probably not Cain’s duel with Lesia was the result of the siege of the island that lasted for over a month. You thought that your body could not win against the demonic sword emperor.”

“—Shut up! What do you know

With a thud, each step Cleon’s feet take forward, his body his backs away, scraping the floor with a thud.

“I must have been quite happy. The news that the hero, Lesia, defeated the demonic sword emperor. Then, I wouldn’t have to fight him to the death. He would not have to be tested on his loyalty by Adam, and after that, he would have been able to live while hunting the weak.”

“Damn you bastard! Shut up!”

The reason why he couldn’t move his legs or hands despite struggling with Cleon’s words was because he felt like Cleon’s sword was getting heavier and heavier.

The question of “Why the heck” Couldn’t be erased from my mind, but even so, I couldn’t relax from this composition.

If I took my hand off the sword and stepped back here, it felt like I was affirming Cleon’s words of his.

“Now, 30 years have passed. Were you more delighted when someone similar to the Demonic Sword Emperor, but looking weaker, appeared? I would have clapped. Okay. At that level, he wouldn’t be defeated like the ‘Emperor of the Demonic Sword’. I mean.”

Thud. And Yama suddenly noticed that his legs were no longer receding.

What? And when he glances back—

At some point, he realized that Cleon had pushed and pushed him to the wall of the enma coffin.

There is no place to retreat any longer- why does this sword continue to grow heavier?

At that time- Knock… Knock… I heard the sound of water dripping somewhere.

“…?”

When Yama lowered his head towards the ground, wondering where it was coming from, there was a bloodstain that continued from the spot where Cleon stabbed him.

‘Blood…? But I don’t bleed. Not only did it not reach the black belly, even if it was pierced-‘

Thinking that far, he looks at Cleon with an ’emptiness’ – No, he must have looked at that hand to be precise.

“You, your boy…!”

A long cut was made in a straight line from his sleeve to his hand.

Recalling that it was the wound he had left earlier, Yama realizes that he has been approaching him even while widening the wound in order to continue feeding the sword from his arm.

[Blood! Blossom! Yeah… It’s yours or anyone’s! The sword is the most beautiful when it contains blood, and it is the true form!]

When the voice of the adamandite sword, which had been quiet in Cleon’s head, resounded again, he hated the noise—

While biting his teeth tight enough to make a ‘crack’ sound, bring his hand to the blade as it is and squeeze the blade tightly.

Naturally, blood flowed out of his hand ——and that was absorbed intact by that sword.

“Blood, a blood-eating sword- this is what it is, a demonic sword…!”

Looking at Yama talking nonsense, raising the corner of his mouth His——just like that, he was talking to Yama.

“Ugly inspiration! You’ve lived for hundreds of years, and don’t bother others because you’re like a child!”

The next moment, ‘that moment’ when I thought that I had eaten enough blood, or that the hum of the sword had reached its maximum.

Hearing Cleon’s words, Yama, who was agitated, was about to open his voice in a fit of rage, and at that moment, he stabbed the adamandite sword with his weight.

Thump-!

And, in the end, it slipped as if it escaped Yama’s hand that was holding the blade, and got stuck in the boat.

His abdomen his, which is said to be made of carbon nanotubes or something, seemed to be completely unblemished the moment the sword touched it, even though the armor that covered it was being torn apart by adamandite.

The moment the cracks in Yama’s face smiled with a fishy smile when the sound of the ‘thump’ made when the blade touched was overshadowed, and there was nothing wrong with that part.

Cadde deug!!!

With the sound of grinding something, a white crack can be seen running zigzag from the abdomen to the head and downward.

It was a crack that was created when the body was really split apart, different from the way Yama used to make facial expressions or express emotions.

“What, what…!”

And, Cleon’s sword pierced his back while penetrating his abdomen—even penetrated the wall of the enchanted coffin behind it.

Then, the next moment, if you think you heard something like an explosion like ‘Quaang!’

The wall behind it and the wall that becomes the base of the rock wall also generate a shock wave enough to make a huge hole, leaving a huge dent.

“Ha, haha… But it’s too bad, reincarnated person—”

However, Yama looked at Cleon as if he could speak even with a huge hole in his stomach, and his body slowly began to dissipate like particles.

“This body can be disassembled and reconstructed down to the nanoscale. Even if you lose a few particles by simply piercing your abdomen, you won’t have any problems reconstructing your body. Even that dharma can’t kill me!”

And, the scattered particles spread around and squeeze Cleon as if to wrap him up.

“It’s over, reincarnated! You dug your own grave!”

But Cleon did n’t make any change in his expression until his body his was disintegrating …

While cutting upward with that adamandite sword, he cut the remaining part of Yama’s body in half and scattered all of them-

As it was, I swung my sword three times at an invisible speed.

Horizontal cuts, vertical cuts, and diagonal cuts.

In learning the sword, the most basic movement.

Then, when the sword was returned to the waist, the particles floating around stopped one by one and began to fall to the ground.

“Uh, why…”

And- Yama’s voice rang out slowly.

As Cleon could not even stop walking from place to place, his body began to disintegrate.

Only a few remain like a swarm of flies and reach out to grab Cleon’s sleeve, but even that doesn’t hold.

“How did you find out…That the nuclei of this body- are white particles…”

Talking as if he couldn’t believe Cleon neatly turned all the white particles containing his spirit into powder with three cuts.

Yama’s body completely disintegrated and scattered like dust on the spot.

When the other members of the Enma see the scene and kneel down as if they can’t fight anymore – Cleon talks while looking at Yama from a while ago.

“Isn’t it natural that a place with a different color is unique?”

Because that’s a cliché.