Volume 3 Chapter 109 The Death Struggle In The Night Sky
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
Blood flowed. His body wore down, his fighting instincts ablaze.
Dodging the fur-clad man’s sword left and right, Kian lunged forward in a flash and buried himself in the man’s chest.
Smack to the face.
The man stumbled, and Kian followed up with another hit.
The blow was blocked, and Kian got a faceful of counterstrike.
”Agh!”
With a burst of effort, the second strike came flying, but Kian caught it with his right hand and drove an elbow into the man’s face.
”Guh, ugh”
Kian punched down into the man’s chin, sweeping his legs out from under him. Just as he was about to draw his long sword to finish off the stumbling man, the silver-armored man’s falchion came flying.
Kian’s eyes glinted with a flash of silver and red.
”Ugh…”
The silver-armored man had bathed in Kian’s blood when he stabbed him in the back earlier.
Using the blood as a medium, Kian activated his charming magic to create an opening in a split second.
He felt the man resist, his massive magic power getting wiped out, but in exchange, Kian pierced through the gap in the armor under the armpit with his long sword, shattering the heart.
Incredibly, the armored man still grabbed at him, like some wild bear.
Kian roared up close, headbutting the Wolfmen warrior who clutched his neck, then pierced him from under the chin to the brain with his dissection knife, killing him instantly.
”Brother!”
The last fur-clad man let out a pained cry.
Kian enchanted him too, wrapping his dissection knife with ‘impact’.
Slash from shoulder to hip.
Another slash from the opposite shoulder.
Then he hacked upwards from the belly to the chin.
Squish, splat, slash──the warrior in thin fur armor was traced with lines of blood.
More slashes, horizontal, vertical, across the shoulders.
And a final chop to tear through the eyes.
The fur-clad man dropped to his knees, arms spread wide, body trembling.
Kian caught the falchion that fell from the man’s hand with his ‘thread’, and used it to slash twice across the chest, cutting just deep enough to keep him from dying.
Then he sliced up from the belly button to the chin, finally chopping off the arms at the elbow joints.
Right and left.
The fur-clad man gasped.
Kian, drenched in blood, bathed in the man’s blood and repaired his wounds with ‘Nightshade’.
The vampire grows stronger with every enemy killed, healing endlessly.
”Aaaaaagh!”
A flash of purple lightning.
The man with fur was tough to the end.
Kian absorbed the lightning and pierced the man’s lung.
”────, …gh”
He pulled out.
Then────, Kian sliced off the bloodied man’s head in one clean cut.
* * *
That’s why he can’t stop killing.
Kian loves the game of life and death. Defeating enemies, brutally dealing the final blow, gives him a pleasure like climaxing. He’s a true murderer, usually hiding behind a weak mask.
(Killing is neither right nor wrong. If so, might as well enjoy it)
Kian felt his level as a swordsman rise after defeating a tough enemy.
It’s this cycle.
At the end of this, there stand superhumans like Oswald, Renaud, and Natra.
Azrael’s Dance Swordsmanship is a sword of murder.
If you don’t cut people, the sword grows dull.
”Good skills for someone so young, warrior monk.”
”────”
When Kian turned around, an older Wolfmen warrior with a silver beard stood there.
His magic power was immense.
And from his balance alone, he seemed overwhelmingly strong.
The older warrior’s blue eyes shone brightly.
His armor looked like it was made from dragon scales, a deep red color.
”Did you kill Ozeas?”
Silent and ready, Kian faced the older man who drew his massive sword, pointing its tip straight at him. The greatsword’s edge was perfectly steady.
(That’s a magic sword. No telling what effects it has)
If it has the same firepower as the Windsong Blade, he could get wiped out without absorbing it all.
No more long swords in reserve, and facing it with just a falchion seems like suicide.
(‘Glasses’, I’m counting on you)
’Bah, fool! Finally, you hear this one’s voice! You really are’
(Just get the blood magic weapon ready. The one I used in the Oswald fight. Hurry up)
’I see. Pour your magic power into this one!’
(If I do that now, they’ll just fire their magic sword first. Stay calm.)
’Which is it?!’
”This technique…”
The grizzled warrior watched the fur-clad warrior’s blood splatter as his body fell apart.
”You’re the ‘Azrael’s Death Sword User,’ aren’t you?”
”No. Azrael’s Death Sword User is Oswald of Ramsey, a man awaiting execution in Izerland Fortress.”
”Wolfmen don’t tolerate lies. You know that.”
”———”
Kian glanced sideways as more Wolfmen warriors leaped onto the mesh barrier. Three opponents had nearly killed him.
This many—swordsmanship alone wouldn’t be enough.
”High Warlord.”
A middle-aged man in black fur armor landed beside the grizzled warrior. This one was clearly more skilled than the previous three. The black-furred warrior carried a wooden spear on his back.
It looked more like a staff than a spear, twisted with vines, yet it exuded an unbelievably sinister aura.
Likely a magic spear of some kind.
Its effects and power were completely unknown.
”Surrender your weapon.”
The grizzled warrior held out his hand, stopping the black-furred warrior, and shouted:
”The acting captain is interested in information about you.”
”High Warlord, no. We should kill him. He’s dangerous. He’s already taken down several of our comrades.”
(Is that… Sarah?)
Kian narrowed his eyes, spotting a black shadow running toward the main gate below.
It was definitely Sarah.
She carried a man—likely Rean—over her shoulder.
Apparently, while Kian had drawn the warriors’ attention, she’d located and rescued the real Rean.
Several Wolfmen warriors pursued her, but she abruptly hurled Rean aside and released a thick, viscous surge of magic power.
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Edited by Kanaa-senpai.
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