Overpowered Sword

Chapter 149

Overpowered Sword Chapter 149

Level up with swords (149)

After Hackapell fell asleep, Leon and Varg left the cave without saying a word. By the time they returned to the barracks built in the center of the rocky peak, the sun had already set.

Sunset sky.

The sun sets on the western horizon, dyeing the surrounding area red. Just as beautiful flowers have no choice but to fall someday, the rising sun also has no choice but to sink someday.

This fact, which was so obvious, made my heart sink today.

“…is that you?”

Barg asked cautiously from behind Leon, who was watching the sunset. His instincts were calm now, but you never know.

Leon smiled awkwardly when he saw that reaction.

“It’s me. “Are you very surprised?”

“It would be a lie if I said I wasn’t surprised.”

Varg admitted obediently, then opened his eyes like a lantern, half excited and half awed.

“I don’t know how he did it, but is the person who moved your body just a moment ago… perhaps ‘him’?”

It was not something that could be rationally understood.

If we were to say that Leon imitated ‘him’, that would be dozens of times more likely.

But Barg’s sense was certain.

There is no way there can be a being other than ‘him’ who made me realize the superiority and inferiority of absolute power even though my consciousness only stayed for a moment. The blood flowing from within the body of the Fenrir tribe and the claimed so.

“What you think is probably right.”

Leon casually agreed to that nonsense.

“I only borrowed my voice for a moment with the power of the Holy Sword, but I am without a doubt the Holy King Roderick.”

“…Right.”

Varg said, touching his forehead with one hand.

“I finally understand the true meaning of ‘former disciple.’”

Although he acknowledged Leon as the sect leader, he was not convinced that he had called himself his immediate disciple.

How could a previous disciple appear from a shaman that was cut off more than 300 years ago? This was because it made no rational sense, regardless of whether you trusted it or not.

However, the moment he encountered the presence of Holy King Rodrik, Varg came to an intuitive realization.

Immediate disciple.

This means that Leon literally learned directly from Rodrik!

“I apologize again. I failed to trust your words and dared to rebel against the lord. “There is no excuse either way.”

And then Barg continued his conversation.

“Thank you. “It’s been more than five years since I remember my grandfather sleeping with such a peaceful face.”

“This is not the greeting I deserve.”

“No way.”

Varg said firmly, shaking his head from side to side.

“You are the one who brought him here and the one who came to me out of pure kindness. The qualifications are more than sufficient. “With Fenrir’s bloodline, I will definitely return this favor many times over.”

For the beast people, the oath that is tied to their blood is absolute.

If he was a chieftain, he would even have to take responsibility for his words, even if it meant giving up his life. Leon, who didn’t know much about the customs of the beast people, thought it was a stereotypical expression of gratitude.

Soon, Varg raised his head, which had been bowed as high as possible, and let out words that were stuck in his throat and were difficult to come out.

“Uhm, I know it’s shameless, but…”

It was a story that had no choice but to pass over.

“Is there a cure?”

Leon lowered his eyes without realizing it. That was something he asked El Cid before Barg did.

Beast King Hakapel.

Is it possible to restore his broken spirit?

The answer is.

[It is infinitely close to impossible.]

El Cid, who is synonymous with the Emperor of the Fallen Heaven, denied hope in a low voice.

Cutting up the sky and tearing up the earth.

The dragon was subdued and the demon king was cut into pieces.

The man who easily defeated all the adversities and difficulties that existed in this world responded that Hackappel was now hopeless.

[There are three ways to bring him back to his senses.]

‘Are there three ways?’

[Yes, the problem is that none of the three are realistic.]

El Cid explained in a dry manner.

[The first method is to personally touch the dog’s soul, excise the damaged part, and perform restoration work on an ultra-fine unit. [This is something that no one but me can do.]

It is an acrobatic feat that even Kasim, the strongest man of today, cannot imitate. It was something that could only succeed if you went beyond Master and entered the next level after Grandmaster.

If it was normal dementia, it wouldn’t be this hard.

Because that wasn’t the case, even El Cid was implicitly advising her to give up Hackapell’s treatment.

[The reason he fell into despair was because he went against the law of nature.] Since

he was an El Cid who could see through even the will of heaven, I understood it immediately.

Hackapell has already reached the end of its lifespan.

Nevertheless, because he is alive and breathing, his body and mind become misaligned and he loses his sense of self. It was like my mind and body were all distracted trying to hold on to the spirit that was trying to escape my body.

As of now, El Cid cannot use his power directly, but even if he tried to heal it, it would only break down again.

[The second way is to just accept death. Now, if I don’t force my soul, I won’t be able to last a few days, but I will be sane for those few days. Could it also be called a flashback?]

‘That’s…’

[It’s not something you can do.] There’s no way

their words could reach Hakapel, who has lost his sense of self, and from Barg’s perspective, he is like a grandfather to his grandson. It was no different from asking him to persuade me to die.

There was no way I could choose.

[Finally, this is the third time, but this is truly impossible.]

‘What is it?’

[As a mortal reaches a level beyond his own frame, he can increase the limit of his lifespan. The only problem with the dog is that it has reached the end of its lifespan, so if it can be extended, it will be solved naturally.]

‘Wait, you really mean that?!’

[It’s just as you think.]

El Cid muttered without any expectations.

[If you enter this next level as a warrior, you will immediately regain your sanity.]

As Leon relayed those words, Barg’s eyes fell to the ground and he felt deep frustration.

“…It means it’s impossible.”

It was a principle prevalent in the world, regardless of martial arts or civilization.

If you go beyond a certain level, it becomes more difficult to advance to the next level, and it is difficult for an expert to improve more than a beginner, and there are many cases where people who face the master’s wall are unable to advance beyond it even if they spend their whole lives honing themselves.

However, Hackapell was a superhuman who surpassed even the Master and was a few steps away from becoming the Grand Master.

Is it possible to pioneer a state in such a state that one may not be able to reach it even if one practices for hundreds or even a thousand years? It seemed more likely that a child playing house would be reborn as an Auror Master.

“I thought so. If it was a disease that could be overcome, there would be no way my grandfather couldn’t overcome it…”

Varg looked at Leon with a bitter smile.

“Thank you, Jongju. “Please also pay homage to King Seong.”

“Yes I will.”

“If you go down the rocky mountain, Hathi will be waiting for you. Let’s go back to the dorm together and get some rest.”

With those words, their story ended.

Leon walked to the edge of the rocky mountain, leaving Varg, who looked even more tired, in the barracks.

Then I sat down at the edge and looked at the horizon.

The sun setting over Seosan Mountain became smaller and smaller.

As if saying goodbye, the sunset glows and the faint starlight begins to become clearer. End of the day like always. I was just looking at it without saying anything.

El Cid was like that too.

The two sat like that for a while.

* * *

It was the very next day.

The day dawned for the tribal chiefs’ meeting, one of the few annual events on the prairie.

A day when the heads of the 12 tribes representing the beast people gather together.

The chiefs of each tribe cannot treat the issues decided at this meeting carelessly. Even the Juhwa faction must participate in the war when war is decided, and even the Juhwa faction must immediately put down their spears and swords when peace is decided.

Boom! Boom!

A drum made from the skin of an unknown demonic beast rang.

Every time a procession of the 12 tribes entered, the sound of drums rang out loudly, constantly lifting the spirits of those who heard it.

The regular rhythm creates a sense of unity and belonging.

A way to rub shoulders with neighbors you don’t even know and hum a song you’ve never heard before. The essence of primitive music was clearly revealed.

“Is that the Taurus tribe? “It looks like you can easily overcome 3 meters.”

Karen, who was watching the procession from the special seating area, said. As I followed her gaze, I saw that beastmen with muscular upper bodies and cow heads were entering the entrance.

Just by looking at his bulging muscles and his height of over 3 meters, it was clear that his physical ability was extraordinary.

Taurus tribe.

If they were adults, they were strong enough to catch even trolls with their bare hands.

“Hero.”

Ellahan, who was looking in a different direction from Karen, lightly tugged on his collar.

They were the Bastet tribe.

Like a cat, its fluttering tail, pointed ears, and flexible, curved body look sleek. The tribe was unilaterally defeated by Karen, but that was because the opponent was so bad, not because their skills were poor.

“…There is no tribal leader?”

“Yes, and the person we took away is nowhere to be seen.”

“There is no way you would be so inconsiderate that you would skip a meeting for the sake of saving face, so why?”

“well.”

It was only for a moment that I was puzzled by the absence of Jean Felice of the Bastet tribe. There were many other tribes that Leon and his party should pay attention to, and there were quite a few more impressive people than Felis in the 12-tribe procession.

Huracan, chief of the Tigris.

A guy who exudes more powerful energy than Hattie or Squall naturally stamped out the people around him.

‘He doesn’t look like a martial arts master. But I feel like it’s stronger than the expert level.’

It was a strength closer to that of an animal than that of a human.

The strength of a wild beast born as a predator that naturally wields its innate strength and wildness. Because it was a type he had never dealt with before, Leon felt an unknown interest.

Artificially refined movements are efficient, but animals that are faithful to their instincts sometimes show even more efficient movements.

“and! Foxes are very pretty. “I heard you’re good at using charms, so I don’t have to ask why.”

“Hmm.”

Karen exclaimed in admiration after seeing the Renard fox beasts.

Leon reflexively looked in that direction and cleared his throat with an embarrassed expression. This is because most of the members of the Renard tribe were women and wore very provocative clothing.

Not only were his thin and lithe limbs, but his languidly curved eyes looked as if they would melt anyone who met them once.

The legend that a long time ago, the Renard tribe, who lived in a state of turmoil, overthrew several countries, seemed to have some truth to it.

‘Renard, who appears to be the chieftain, has seven tails. ‘Other people have five at most. Does the number of tails have any meaning?’

Leon, who had seen the Renards out of the corner of his eye without the two of them knowing, realized the difference and became curious.

El Cid spoke as if he had been waiting.

[The tail of the Renard is a physical organ that proves the main power and life of the body. The greater the number, the more powerful and old Renard can be.]

‘How many can there be?’

[9? The guy who was playing around in front of me and got beaten to dust was like that, and he was stronger than most masters.]

He’s stronger than I thought.

Of course, compared to when El Cid was alive, there was an overall feeling of deterioration, but Leon had no choice but to increase the power of the beastmen tribe, which he had knowingly or unknowingly underestimated, several levels higher.

The chieftain of the Naga family, who mastered the 7th level primitive magic, also did the same.

It was a level that the Great Desert’s power could never handle.

‘We must somehow prevent war at this meeting.’

Otherwise, the sand of the Great Desert will turn blood red.

As Leon strengthened his resolve, before he knew it, the entire procession entered the village and the chieftains walked out.

A very large round table installed in the middle of an empty lot.

The audience seats widely installed around it were intended to allow the tribesmen to watch the meeting and clearly prove that there was no illegal interference in the decision-making.

Of course, Beast King Varg was sitting at the head table.

“Please sit down.”

To the 10 tribal leaders who entered the meeting hall, Barg advised them to sit down without saying a word of greeting.

The noisy audience all falls silent.

A voice that stops even the wind passing through the air.

As if to prove his authority as the Beast King, the pressure emanating from Barg pressed down on the ten chieftains. A look of embarrassment was also evident on the faces of the tribal leaders, perhaps because it was their first time being pressured like this.

“Why are you doing this? You won’t sit down.”

The man who created it in a center of pressure where it was difficult to take a single step forward smiled coldly.