“Begin the Sword King family’s test.”
Baman was dumbfounded.
Did he not understand the situation?
They were only a dozen or so, while we numbered one thousand.
On top of that, Bardan, Ban, and Baman himself were here.
“Children who chose to grasp the sword from the moment you were born.”
Sword King Baman looked at his thousand descendants with eyes full of emotion.
They had lived in the nation he had founded and given their lives for it, and now, like him, they were nothing more than souls.
“For Goyad.”
“For the Sword King family.”
“For the Sword King family!”
One thousand swords raised high into the sky declared the end of the nation of Hyun.
BOOOOOOM—!!!
The thousand members of the Sword King family scattered in every direction and charged.
Baman was certain.
Are they trying to minimize troop losses?
The reason only a dozen [N O V E L I G H T] or so talented individuals had appeared was obvious. They meant to prevent losses among ordinary troops.
“You should have brought your entire army.”
From this alone, Baman could feel just how arrogant Hyun was.
He calmly clasped his hands behind his back as he watched the Sword King family’s experts split into groups of several hundred and move out.
He did not know.
Those hands clasped behind his back would soon come undone.
*****
BOOM—!
The strong naturally recognized the strong.
The Sword King family descendants who had rushed out instinctively identified the commander.
The leader of the group of roughly one hundred twenty was Sword Demon Lang.
Lang, too, had learned the Sword King family’s basic swordsmanship and created something special from that foundation.
And that special quality was this.
If his sword cuts you, it induces mental derangement.
It became hallucinations. Auditory hallucinations.
According to the records, the battlefields he passed through were littered with the corpses of enemies who, trapped in mental derangement, had wept as they cut their own throats.
TAP TAP TAP—!
Lang sprinted with his allies and gave the order.
“We will eliminate the principal, then join up with the other groups.”
Reducing their numbers as quickly as possible was the wise choice.
In an instant, their robes fluttered around the man wearing the principal’s uniform.
A principal was someone who taught children at the Academy and possessed a high intellectual level.
Their knowledge defied common sense, but that was a separate matter from the battlefield.
The principal, who could be eliminated the fastest, was the easiest opponent among them.
Will this be effortless?
Moreover, everyone there was stunned.
Because there was nothing in the principal’s hands.
To think they came to a battlefield without even carrying the bare minimum tool to protect themself.
This place’s principal is far too ignorant of combat!
Of course.
What would a bookworm who had only ever sat at a desk and taught know?
With that thought, they all thrust their swords in at once.
WHOOOSH—!
The principal’s hand swept once through the air, and in the same instant, they were shocked.
RUMBLEEEEE—
An enormous force whirled out from the principal and seized control of the surrounding space.
The roughly one hundred twenty members of the Sword King family froze in their thrusting stances, bewildered, while the principal, still wearing a relaxed expression, floated gently into the air.
Then they spoke, just like their arrogant monarch.
“The test begins.”
“......!”
“......!!”
Something was wrong.
The test was supposed to be something they administered to them.
At that moment.
CRUUUNCH—!!
The principal’s open hand clenched tight, and several members of the Sword King family burst apart as if caught in a giant’s fist.
BOOOOOOM—!!!
Telekinesis?
Goosebumps rose all over Lang’s body.
He knew about the power called psychokinesis.
But he had never heard of telekinesis with this kind of overwhelming strength.
Of course he had not.
In order to protect the children, Arte had evolved psychokinesis one stage further into telekinesis, possessing both the mind of a genius and the strength of a legend.
TREMBLE TREMBLE—
Their telekinesis slammed dozens of people into the ground this time.
BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM—!
“Gah!”
“Keheuk!”
“Aaaaaagh!”
The ground they had fallen onto was driven down by enormous telekinetic force, as if by immense gravity.
RUMBLEEEEE—!
The ground caved in, and they were buried five meters deep under the soil until they could no longer even be seen.
“Guuuh......”
“Aaaaaagh......”
The only proof that they were there at all was the groaning that came intermittently from below.
TWITCH, TWITCH—
Lang, sweating coldly in midair, was stunned for a moment before quickly regaining his reason.
His body could still move to some degree.
He knew that as long as he cut the principal with his sword, he would succeed.
He unleashed the MP in his body and charged.
BOOOOM—!
As expected.
Apart from telekinesis, the principal was nothing more than a principal. They failed to react.
SLAAASH—!
The moment his sword cut the principal’s body, Lang smiled.
The sword that induced mental derangement had succeeded in cutting them.
Now the principal would fall into mental derangement, sink into the most painful moment of their life, and flounder there.
But......
Nothing happened.
“What!!?”
His mental derangement could even take effect on First Sword King Baman.
In other words, it could pierce through status ailment resistance and make even legendary beings reach the most painful moments of their lives.
However.
He did not know.
A sage’s brain could not be controlled.
Arte’s quantity of wisdom was the highest among humans, and they were far too intelligent to be caught by something as petty as a mental-derangement type effect.
And just as legends possessed many different powers, Arte also possessed the power to return what was given.
WHOOOSH—
When Arte’s hand swept through the air, something was sucked into Lang’s head.
Lang began sinking into the moment he had feared most.
It was the experience of nearly drowning.
Caught in mental derangement, his mind sinking beneath the surface of the water, he screamed.
“A-Aaaaaagh! Save me! Save meeee!!”
Beyond his blurring mind, Arte’s voice rang out.
“Failed.”
*****
What is this?
Baman finally let his hands drop from behind his back.
Was it because the principal was more outstanding than he had expected?
No.
His shock came from what was happening everywhere.
The sky.
Roughly one hundred fifty warriors had been enraged by the one who had called these extraordinary Sword King family members targets.
A woman had flown into the sky on a dragon, along with a dragon summoner.
And what had been waiting for the warriors who leaped up after them?
A gigantic black greatbow.
BOOOOOOM—!!
Each time a single arrow was fired, one knight fell.
One had once been called a hero of close combat.
Another had once been a knight commander who led Goyad.
And yet.
BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM—!
Every arrow that woman loosed became a disaster.
The powerful knights could not even approach under her storm of arrows.
It was exactly as she had said.
“Hehe, let’s begin the test!”
We had become targets for her.
Then the descendants, whose approach had been controlled by her arrows, discussed their plan.
“How about we kill that dragon summoner first?”
“Good idea.”
It was true that the summoner was the weakest.
So the descendants in that area surged in from all directions to seize them.
BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM—!
And their thought was correct.
Luxiu, Akao, Borne, Arte, Hyeji, and the others......
It was true that Resil was the weakest among them.
But only they themself were weak.
“Summon Dragonie.”
[A legendary dragon that has lived for a thousand years appears!]
“GRAAAAAAAAR!!!”
An enormous roar shook the nation of Hyun.
It was three times larger than an ordinary dragon.
“W-What is that?”
“A dragon!?”
“It’s far larger than a normal dragon!”
Its long beard hung from its chin, and steam burst from its nostrils.
It radiated the pressure of a being that seemed capable of commanding hundreds of ordinary dragons.
And also.
“How does that look like Dragonie at all!!”
Even its name was absurd.
The power possessed by the being called Dragonie was tremendous.
“Dragon’s Breath.”
FWOOOOOOOOOSH—!
The breath of a dragon three times larger than an ordinary dragon extinguished more than fifty people at once.
By now, Baman, watching all of this, had reached the point where cold sweat was running down his skin.
This time, the left flank.
“It is our lord’s command. Sweep them away.”
Borne, captain of the cavalry mounted on black horses.
At Borne’s command, the cavalry, radiating a ferocious aura, collided with roughly one hundred fifty descendants.
“NEIGHHHH!”
“Gah!”
“Keoook!”
One man screamed as he was pierced through by a long cavalry lance.
Another had his neck caught in a noose-shaped rope that shot out from somewhere and was dragged along the ground.
“Khaaaaaagh!”
“Uheok!”
Each time the cavalry led by Blackwind passed through, more and more people turned into ash.
And once again.
Baman turned his head and focused.
What is that man now?
One man was standing alone, blocking the path of roughly two hundred people.
The man looked at the two hundred with a lofty expression and opened his mouth.
“Scared?”
“......I’m not scared, you bastard!”
The man who charged in was beaten down in just two moves and scattered into ash.
“......”
“......”
They took back the claim that they were not scared.
Everyone there was truly shaken by the martial prowess he had just displayed.
[The morale of the descendants rapidly decreases.]
“???”
In truth, they were beginning to lose even the nerve to approach the man.
How can this many powerful people be gathered in a single nation!?
Baman was shocked to the point of chills.
The one who had gathered them together.
SLAAAASH—!
It had to have begun with the blacksmith who was fighting in one place against endless descendants, cutting them down like waves no matter how many he cut.
But then Baman hurriedly joined the battlefield.
CLENCH—!
They may be strong at the beginning, but our numerical superiority is greater.
Sword King Baman vanished like light and swept past the body of the principal who used telekinesis.
“Keuk......!”
The principal scattered blood and slowed down, if only for a moment, and through that opening, the descendants saw their chance.
“Now!”
“You call us failed?”
“Let us see if you can say that after we cut off your head!”
BOOOOM—!
In another instant, Baman leaped into the air and murmured.
“Sword King’s swordsmanship, Fourth Chapter.”
The dragon that had lived for a thousand years.
It was clearly supreme.
But beings of this type had a principle: they also followed the level of the summoner who handled them.
Baman, who had lived a long time, knew that better than anyone.
“One Sword.”
A power that explosively swung the sword and split the target in two.
[You cleave the enemy with 3,200% damage!]
That power shocked Resil and Hyeji.
3,200%?
This is insane......!
It was an absurd damage output they had never once seen from users.
WHOOOOSH—
“I am sorry, Master.”
Dragonie scattered.
Resil could summon Dragonie again once the summon cooldown ended and recovery was complete, but they instinctively realized that the old man before them had put Dragonie in danger.
The moment Dragonie dissolved away, the hundred or so descendants seized victory’s momentum again.
So Resil had no choice but to use the dragon called from the Dragonlight Sword and flee around with Hyeji.
And on the ground.
“Sword King’s swordsmanship.”
Someone who had recovered quite a bit from his wounds during the brief rest began the prelude to a sword technique.
It was Ban, son of Sword King Barad.
Had he only received instruction in Sword King’s swordsmanship because he was Sword King Barad’s son?
No.
He was fully five hundred meters away from the cavalry.
Rather, Ban possessed a power he had trained himself and taught to his father.
Taking his stance, he unleashed it from five hundred meters away.
“Sword Cry.”
KEEEEEEEEEEN—!!!
The earsplitting cry of the sword sent an alarm to those who had been overwhelming the descendants in other areas.
[All senses of beings recognized as enemies within 50 meters of the designated location are paralyzed for 3 seconds!]
[You slash with 760% damage and ignore all defense.]
CRAAAASH—!
A dance of blades unfolded, sweeping indiscriminately through Borne’s cavalry.
SHRIIIIIIING—!
The cavalry’s horses collapsed, spraying blood, and the Blackwind members riding atop them were cut by swords that ignored defense.
“NEIGHHHH!”
“Khaaaaaagh!”
“Keheooook.”
Ban’s attack power also surpassed imagination.
A single attack inflicted absurd damage on the elite cavalry.
And because Sword King Baman was active everywhere, the tide of the battlefield was slowly beginning to change.
At that moment, Ban tried to make that change more certain.
“Rise. All of you, grip your swords again.”
He spoke to those who had collapsed and were growing exhausted.
“Please strike down the one who severed our family’s history and made my father grieve.”
His tear-choked voice spread across the battlefield.
“He turned our nation into a divided nation.”
His father, Barad, who had been kinder to him than anyone.
“My father, Sword King Barad, must have had no choice but to choose a divided nation in order to protect the country. If I had not died back then......”
That voice reached every corner of the battlefield.
To Sword King Baman.
To Sword King Bardan.
And to the descendants who had now passed on.
His tearful cry was etched clearly into them.
“This never would have happened. So please, fight to the very end for the current Sword King Barad.”
“......”
Those with broken legs. Those whose bodies were broken somewhere.
Those who had suffered critical wounds heard that voice.
They were people born and raised in Goyad.
At the voice of one who had been a prince.
At the cry of the son of the man who was now king, Sword King Barad, they rose.
“I will rise.”
“I will fight.”
“I will not retreat.”
In order to protect our Goyad, they all found strength and stood, and Ban slowly nodded as he looked at them.
The tide of the battlefield had completely reversed.
Unlike Hyun’s subordinates, who were collapsing, Ban stood tall and looked at Hyun, expecting to see panic on his face.
You bastard!
Ban, who had been about to shout that, froze in confusion.
What is this?
His expression.
For reasons Ban could not understand, a smile, sadness, and pain all coexisted there, and even love and hatred toward him showed in it.
As Ban stood bewildered like that.
“Firebird.”
Master Blacksmith Hyun murmured as he looked at them.
“Barad.”
“......!”
“......!”
The reunion between the dead son Ban and the one who had longed for him was beginning like that.
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