Chapter 879
“This, a blow?”
Borgos’ bloody lips trembled as he looked at the Balrog with its head torn off.
‘I never thought that monster would fall with one sword… .’
He himself experienced the power of a demon wrapped in flames. I couldn’t believe that I crushed the thundering hammer, the legendary equipment, with my little finger, and that the head of the monster that had burned everything that the Gray Hammer Guild had built with just a small spark was cut off with a single sword.
‘It’s not strange to call it the new Sword God.’
I heard rumors that Raon had reached the transcendent level, but I had no idea that he had reached the stabilization stage beyond the beginning. Incredible talent. It was a growth force that overturned the history of the continent.
“yes!”
Martha nodded, clapping her palm with the hand holding the sword.
“You have to do that much to make it crazy!”
She stamped her foot vigorously, saying it was refreshing.
“Are we even using lightning now?”
Buren shook his head as if it was absurd.
“Flame, frost, wind, earth, and then lightning… .”
He shrugged, saying he was looking forward to seeing what he would use next.
“Raon Daejonjal today.”
Even though Runaan was busy protecting the burned dwarves and artisans, she did not take her purple eyes off Raon’s back.
“her… .”
Cheryl laughed out loud after cutting down the last remaining demon.
‘I learned that sword technique from the head of the family this time.’
Does this make sense?
I remember Glenn being so excited that he would teach Raon the Thunder Sword. Put the swordsmanship you learned in just one night into practice. The thought of using it on a monster that had reached transcendence and cut off its head was so absurd that I was speechless.
“Is it over now?”
Dorian panted and lowered his sword.
“Then let’s go back quickly, right? It’s too hot here and it’s not good for people… .”
“no.”
Raon shook his head, interrupting Dorian.
“Now is the beginning.”
As soon as the words “beginning” were finished, red-hot flames rose above the Balrog’s neck, which had lost its head. The thick flames were sculpted smoothly as if by a craftsman’s hand, regenerating the Balrog’s head with five horns sprouting from it.
“I didn’t know he would hit it right away. “It’s a sword that escapes my knowledge.”
Balrog mumbled that it was amazing and massaged the back of his neck.
“Keuuuuuck!”
Dorian screamed and fell to the ground, as if he had never imagined that the Balrog would be resurrected.
“Mo, you can survive even if your head is cut?”
“Damn! “What kind of lizard tail is that?”
“As persistent as it is ugly… .”
Burren, Marta, and Runan also had stiff expressions and trembled lips as if they had seen something they couldn’t see.
“It would be weirder for a demon to die just by cutting off its head.”
Raon relaxed his fingers without the slightest embarrassment.
-Did you know that you would come back to life?
Lars whistled in surprise.
‘Because I’ve already seen it once.’
The Flame Demon Lord, who was the transcendent of the Black Tower, did not die even though his head was pulled out by Ras. It would have been even stranger if his real demon, Balrog, had died by cutting his throat. He was naturally expecting his head to regrow.
“This is more salty food than I thought.”
Balon took a long sip as if he liked it.
“Don’t be bluff.”
Raon looked up at Balrog with his chin tilted.
“Even if he didn’t die, his strength would have been greatly reduced.”
The Balrog consumed quite a bit of energy while regenerating its head. Now, his strength had diminished to the point that it was no different from his own.
“It’s not bragging.”
The Balrog stretched out his arms and curled the corners of his mouth.
“I’m just happy to be able to fight a strong person like you. It doesn’t matter if I die, you die, or both die! “Come with all your might!”
He stamped his foot with such enthusiasm that it made his skin tingle. The thin earth exploded, lava and fire rising from all directions.
“No, you are the only one who dies.”
Raon clicked his tongue and drew a red line. A silver, flickering blade of frost fell on the Balrog’s head.
“I’ll break it!”
As the Balrog stretched out his hand into the flames, a sticky burning greatsword, like flowing lava, was caught in his grasp.
Whoa!
Balrog’s great sword gave off an intense glow and stamped out the cold air of the enemy island.
Quaaaaaaaaaaa!
Two swords covered in flame and frost collided, creating enormous waves in all directions. The frozen ground was broken apart, and the hardened lava exploded again, covering the land.
“You’re not running away!”
The Balrog nodded widely, as if he was surprised.
“For a human, you have a fighting stance. But it’s not a good choice.”
He narrowed his eyes, saying he had made the wrong choice.
“Because that weak body won’t be able to withstand my strength.”
Balrog strengthened his hand holding the great sword, saying he would crush it like this. But no matter how much weight he added, Raon’s arms and legs did not shake.
“Hold on? How is this… .”
The Balrog’s eyes widened in disbelief.
“Now you endure it.”
Raon smiled coldly and raised his wrist, and the thin Jecheon Sword began to push away the flaming greatsword as big as the pillar of a building.
Coo coo coo coo!
There was astonishment in the eyes of both humans and demons as they watched Raon push away a Balrog that was more than twice as big.
“This is human power?”
Balrog grabbed the great sword with both hands, as if embarrassed by his lack of strength, but was unable to maintain his momentum and all he could do was withstand Raon’s strength.
“Is it difficult to be this surprised?”
Raon tilted his chin, looking at Balrog’s bewildered eyes.
“It’s just the beginning.”
-joy. Since he sucked out the bones and flesh of the original king, it is only natural that such a bastard should be crushed lightly.
Lars snorted, saying it was strange to lose.
‘yes.’
Thanks to Lass, he has had physical abilities that surpass those of the Transcendent ever since he was a Grand Master. This time, as he reached transcendence and his abilities and characteristics increased tremendously, he seemed to have a body that could not be defeated by Balrog.
“good night! “Let’s win with strength!”
Balrog stamped his feet as if his pride was hurt at not being able to overwhelm him with his strength, causing his demonic energy to peak. The world around him melted into white, and the flames coming from the great sword flickered black and white.
Cheeeeee!
Raon opened his frost kite towards the Balrog fire sword that surged like a tidal wave. Two lines of silver flash cut through the flames and struck down the great sword of the Balrog approaching from behind.
Blah blah blah!
The Jecheon Sword drawn by Raon and the Great Sword of Flame stabbed by Balrog collided in succession, causing a black crack to open and the entire tunnel to shake. The lava that filled the floor surged up and down as if it was about to explode, scattering embers.
Coo coo coo coo!
Raon and Balrog walked on the red lava and fired sword strikes at each other’s windpipe. A clash of power and speed with no catch. The immense power collided endlessly, erasing everything around the two transcendents.
‘Running like a wild boar, not caring about injuries… .
Rather than stabbing, Raon narrowed his eyes as he blocked the Balrog’s great sword that was threatening to explode.
‘It’s similar to unmanned, but different.’
No matter how much a fighter focuses on strength and speed, he or she instinctively moves to avoid injury.
However, Balrog pushed in with force and fighting spirit, without even bothering to focus on the vital area, as if he wanted to kill himself and kill himself as well. The swordsmanship itself was crude, but the movements themselves were filled with faith and soul, so it was not easy to deal with them.
“You seem to be getting tired now!”
Balrog seemed to think he had gained momentum, twisted his mouth, changed his flaming greatsword into a whip, and struck down. The way the dragon freely wielded the whip covered in flames made it seem like the dragon was spewing out endless flames.
Cheeeeeeeek!
Balrog seemed to gain strength the more he fought, exerting stronger fighting spirit and putting pressure on himself. The flame of the whip he was swinging turned blue and began to push away Glacia’s cold.
“That kind of cold can’t stop my flame!”
The Balrog laughed at Glacia’s coldness and changed the whip back into a flaming greatsword and slashed.
Couuuuuuuuuck!
Raon was able to block Balrog’s great sword, but the heat was so strong that the cold surrounding the Jecheon Sword began to melt.
-How dare he!
Lars gritted his teeth and raised his head.
-What are you doing! The main king is being ignored!
The guy gritted his teeth as if asking why he was being bullied.
-By force, George!
‘I was already thinking of doing that.’
Raon nodded lightly. Since he had figured out all of Balrog’s sword techniques and abilities, he was planning to put an end to it.
“I’ll finish it!”
Balrog swung the great sword he held with both hands sideways. A wave of flame mixed with wind rushes in, accompanied by a roar that feels like the world is being torn apart. The entire underground seemed to be engulfed in a firestorm caused by the Balrog.
Jeez.
Raon took a step with his left foot and stabbed the sword of the Jecheon Sword towards Balrog’s great sword. The cold air that rose from the thin blade bloomed into frost and spread throughout the basement.
The final battle of the Demon King of Anger.
Silver Aurora.
The silver aurora drawn with swordsmanship has bloomed brilliantly in the realm of transcendence.
Quaaaaaaa!
The intense heat and eerie cold clashed with each other, and steam billowed out in all directions.
But the result was decided in less than a few seconds. Glacia’s cold engulfed the Balrog’s flames and heat, dyeing the entire basement silver.
Quad deud deuk!
Even the storm of flames was frozen in silver, creating a shape similar to the world tree Ras had built.
“Now, wait! “This cold!”
The Balrog tried to push away the silver aurora by creating a flame, but the silver world had already tied its limbs and covered its torso and neck.
“Yes, you and the Lord of Wrath…” .”
The Balrog could not finish his last sentence and his mouth and even head froze.
“You talk a lot.”
Raon twisted his mouth and drew the Jecheon Sword.
Quaaaaaaaaaaa!
The frozen body of the Balrog burst, and the boiling lava and flames subsided. Unlike before, I could not feel the slightest vitality in his body.
“Whoa… .”
Raon lowered his sword and sighed briefly.
‘It’s definitely not easy.’
It seemed like it was simple, but in fact, it was only a small difference. If he hadn’t pulled out all of Glacia’s power, he could have been burned.
-Well done!
Lars spread his hands.
-He ignored the power of the main king! It looks great!
The guy looked at the torn pieces of Balrog and waved his tail.
‘Oh, they give me compliments and all sorts of things happen.’
Raon lowered his sword and smiled.
-compliment? When is this king?
‘They said you did well.’
-Well, that’s just something that came out! Don’t be arrogant and grab a guy who is only strong but doesn’t know how to use his power properly!
Ras shook his head, saying that it was natural since he was a Balrog whose name he did not know.
‘Don’t be cocky. But transcendence is definitely different.’
A state where the sword moves the way you want and you can even control the forces around you. After catching the ancient dragon and the Balrog, I finally feel like I have reached transcendence.
‘hmm?’
Raon narrowed his eyes as he looked at the ground where Balrog was standing.
‘Isn’t this the magic power of Balrog?’
The Balrog’s energy was as clear as seeing a warrior, but an ugly energy was felt in the traces of demonic energy left on the ground where the Balrog had apparently been summoned.
‘I knew it… .’
It was summoned by someone else.
The Balrog he fought was certainly strong, but he was not strong enough to break through the dimension on his own like the demon lords. It was clear that someone had summoned him through a lot of preparation.
‘It’s probably the Black Tower.’
There is nothing to see. The only people who use this level of tainted magic energy are the demons of the Black Tower.
‘Were you trying to let him grow in power in this space and then pull him out?’
It’s not clear, but it seems like they were trying to summon a Balrog underground, subdue the dwarves, and then make them their own.
‘I don’t know if I should call this a blessing… .’
The Gray Hammer Guild and the Dwarves suffered heavy damage, but thanks to the treatment here, they prevented a situation where thousands or even tens of thousands could have died.
However, there were many people who died or were injured here, so it was impossible to just be happy.
Raon turned around, feeling bitterness on the tip of his tongue. He smiled and nodded to people who were looking at him with nervous faces.
“It’s done. “You can rest assured now.”
He shook off the remaining heat from the Balrog in his grasp and nodded.
“Hey, you’re not being resurrected anymore?”
Dorian lifted a trembling finger and pointed at the frozen body of the Balrog.
“I don’t know if it will be revived or not, but even if it does, it won’t be a threat anymore.”
Raon shook his head lightly. Even if non-human beings are revived, most of them consume quite a lot of power. If he was revived now, it would end at Cheryl’s hands without him having to step forward.
“You said it was Balrog earlier. What is it?”
Marta narrowed her eyes as if remembering what she first said.
“It’s a demon.”
Raon looked back at Balrog’s corpse and clicked his tongue.
“It is a very strong race among demons.”
I briefly recited the explanation Lars had given me.
“Balrog? Well, now that I think about it… .”
Borgos lifted his head, his chin trembling.
“I remember my father saying there were such monsters. He said they are greedy for fire, battle, and weapons… .”
He blurted out that it had finally occurred to him.
“I said that among all races, there are few people who can compete with you, but you… .”
Borgos came up to Raon, his knees scabbed with hardened blood.
“thanks. No, thank you. “There’s nothing I can say other than thank you.”
He knelt down on the hot ground, thanking him for saving the dwarves and people. Even though his flesh was getting sore, he lowered his head without even a groan.
“thank you.”
“thank you so much… .”
The dwarves and craftsmen of the Gray Hammer guild also knelt down behind Borgos, hitting the ground with their fists, not caring about his injuries.
“Don’t do this.”
Raon motioned for Borgos and the artisans to stand up.
“I only helped because I could.”
He shook his head and said it wasn’t that big of a deal.
“No, it’s a big deal. “If you hadn’t come, we would have just banged the hammer and died in this fire.”
Borgos bowed his head, saying he fully deserved this greeting.
“Then, first get treatment and then say hello. It’s burdensome… .”
-Raon!
As Raon spoke, he rushed behind him. Lars seemed to feel the same thing and vigorously shouted his name.
Quad deud deuk!
The space where the Balrog died splits apart. No, the space itself was roughly torn apart, and pitch-black waves like an abyss rushed in.
Quaaaaaaaaa!
The space was unable to withstand the powerful force that opened the dimension, and the air exploded violently.
Whoa!
I quickly pulled out my Heavenly Sword and blocked it, but the wave of power was so strong that I was thrown back. The others could not withstand the shock wave and flew backwards, hitting their backs against the wall.
“Ugh… .”
Raon wiped the blood flowing from the corner of his mouth and lifted his gaze with difficulty.
Coo!
Two red-burning eyes emerged from the gap in the pitch-black space. It was similar to the Balrog killed a moment ago, but its status was on a different level. It felt like his eyes were burning just by looking at him.
-crazy! Why is that guy here!
Lars screamed as if it made no sense.
‘no way… .’
-What did King Bon say earlier? There is a demon who kicked down the throne of the demon world on his own.
The guy swallowed dry saliva and continued speaking.
-That guy is Askara, the head of the Balrog.
