Academy’s Genius Swordmaster - Chapter 209

209. The King of the North (3)

#209

“Damn what happened?”

A shrieking scream was heard from outside the tent. Grabbing the hilt, Ronan hurriedly ran out. Adeshan and Jager followed.

“This is…?”

“oh my god.”

The moment they came out, they instinctively knew something was wrong. An evil, gooey aura clung to his skin. The air he inhaled tasted bitter, like the intestines of insects.

“Ugh…! High air…?”

“The damn curse has gotten stronger.”

My fingertips tingled. The shadows created by buildings and people were unusually thick. I don’t know why, but the curse on the tribe was getting stronger overall. What did Barca do?

“Kyaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!”

“Stop that!”

Meanwhile, screams were heard. Ronan quickly turned in the direction of the sound. The bodies of the deformed werewolves were wriggling and changing. Seeing limbs swollen or teeth tearing through jaws was not a spectacle to behold.

“Greuk…! Grrr!”

“Calm down brother! brother!”

Werewolves, who looked like a family, were stomping their feet around them. Apparently, as the power of the curse grew stronger, it seemed that the body changed faster.

I had a hunch that if I didn’t solve it quickly, something very unpleasant would happen. Like suddenly going berserk and trying to tear your family apart. After rolling his head for a while, Ronan shouted out loud.

“Sita!”

“Knock it!”

An echo rang out. Sheeta, who was orbiting the sky, landed in front of Ronan. Ripping off the hem of his clothes, Ronan scrawled a short letter with a pen. He said as he tied the hem of his robe to Sheeta’s leg.

“If you go west from here, there is a city called Rundalian. Find Professor Secret there and bring him back. It’s fur is matted, but you can tell by smell. Hurry.”

“Pun!”

Sheeta nodded once and flew up without delay. Given the circumstances, it was best to bring in an expert. Ronan looked back at Adeshan and opened his mouth.

“Senior, please stop the deformed son from running amok. Can you?”

“huh. Just leave it to me.”

Adeshan immediately ran to the deformed son. The shadow’s mana spread through the curse-stained air. The deformed son, who was procrastinating as if he was going to explode at any moment, calmed down for a moment.

“…that’s amazing.”

Jage murmured in admiration at the surprisingly flexible handling of the situation. I thought that maybe these humans would be able to stand against Barca. Suddenly, a young voice came from behind him.

“Aww.”

“hmm?”

Jayger turned his head. A werewolf boy was staring at him from ten paces away. Both arms were drooping and dragging one leg seemed uncomfortable. Nails that were not trimmed at all were like ten daggers.

“Are you… a resident of this village too?”

No answer came back. Thinking that this was also a deformity born under a curse, Jagger twisted his lips. Then the boy pointed at him with his index finger and asked.

“My…is this?”

“okay. i am j The surrounding atmosphere is unusual, so hurry up and enter the building.”

“…Jager. Jayger.”

However, the werewolf boy ignored Jager’s words and started approaching him. Then Ronan turned his head towards the boy.

“What is that?”

He was a boy with a different impression from the deformed children he had seen before. It was unusual to feel even the unknown ominousness. It was Ronan’s car to give a word of warning. The boy’s shape, which had reached a distance of three steps from Jager, disappeared from sight for an instant.

“Wait, it’s dangerous!”

Ronan urgently shouted, but it was already a step too late. The boy’s form, which had faded for an instant, reappeared from behind Jager. Unaware of the situation, Jay tilted his head.

“what?”

“Jager. Jayger. Jayger. Jayger.”

The boy murmured at rapid intervals. Suddenly, five long, red lines crossed over Jager’s chest.

“Huh…!”

Jager’s eyes widened at a sensation similar to when his limbs were cut off. It was before he could even scream. Chow ah! Five lines of blood gushed along the cut. Ronan’s voice was heard in the shaking vision.

“Fuck Jager!”

“Huh… billion.”

It was unrealistic excessive bleeding. The blood that fell in a parabolic arc soaked the snowy field. Steam was rising from the red puddle. Jager could instinctively feel his internal organs being cut into pieces. thud! His large body, which was slowly leaning, fell backwards. The sky was covered with grayish white clouds.

“Jager. Jayger. Jayger. Jayger. Jayger. Grrrr.”

The boy was muttering to himself even in the midst of it. Looking at Jay from a distance, he raised his right hand. It seemed that he was about to deliver the final blow. It was just as the boy’s image was about to blur again. Ronan, who had leaped at once, intercepted him and landed.

“What are you?

“Challeng?!”

Ronan swung his sword sideways. The werewolf boy avoided the attack by sticking the back of his head to his heel. Wood deok! A loud rupture sounded like a broken spine.

“What…”

Ronan raised his eyebrows. It was a grotesque movement that didn’t look like a living thing. However, the attack itself did not miss. A black line was drawn across the boy’s neck and blood gushed out.

“Kyaaaaaagh!”

Because the sword attack was so fast, it seemed that he couldn’t completely avoid it. The boy, wrapped around his neck, fell on his butt. Several drops of blood splashed far and landed on Ronan’s cheeks.

‘Is it cold?’

Ronan frowned at the foreign sensation. The blood that should have been hot was cold like ice water. The color was closer to black than red, and it was hardly like the blood of a living person. At that moment, the boy who raised his body as if he was bouncing screamed and ran at it.

“Jager! Kyaaaaa!”

“what?!”

Ronan, who quickly took a defensive stance, narrowed his brows. The boy was flying towards Jager, ignoring Ronan.

Also, something was strange. As soon as Ronan looked back at him, he activated an aura. Sahah … The sword shines scarlet and the boy’s body appeared in front of Ronan’s nose. For the first time, a look of bewilderment appeared on the boy’s face after experiencing an unknown phenomenon.

“Kyareuk?!”

“I’m dying.”

Ronan tugged at the hilt. A sharp straight line was drawn over the boy’s stomach, who was still in the air. Pooh! Black blood spurted out like an explosion, soaking all around. The dismembered body rolled on the floor.

“Ugh…!”

Suddenly, an unpleasant stench stung Ronan’s nose. It was the smell of a corpse that had been smelled to the point of getting tired of it in a previous life that was caused by decaying blood and flesh. Suddenly, the boy’s voice resounded from the feet.

“Gyarrak! Jay go!”

“What the fuck.”

It was a truly bizarre sight. The boy, with only his upper body remaining, moved toward Jaeger using his arms as legs. The trail of black blood was drawn along the boy like a calligrapher’s calligraphy. Ronan let out a laugh as if he was stunned.

“…Is this a living corpse?”

Suddenly, the neck that had been cut first caught my eye. It was not an injury that could be lived in the first place to be left hanging about with half of it cut off.

Ronan, who had leaped and trampled on the boy, swung his sword again. Awesome! The head, which had been grinding teeth, burst into dozens of pieces. Rotten brains and flesh scattered in all directions. The remaining body parts stopped moving and limp.

I could feel it when I saw it up close. Barca’s mana was oozing from the boy’s body tissues. Ronan, who was looking down at the meat, twitched his lips.

‘The assassin he sent is clear. Maybe he tried to put it away because it had served its purpose. By the way, this must be…’

The information about necromancy I heard once flashed through my head. I wanted to figure out the circumstances right away, but unfortunately there was something else I had to do now. He put the knife in and ran straight to Jager.

“Damn, I can’t die now.”

“Heh… heh heh…”

Jaeger was holding his breath as if he was about to die. Blood flowed non-stop from his chest. I tried pouring the remaining potion on it, but the wound was too deep, so it didn’t have much effect.

Ronan gritted it. I never thought something like this would happen when Sheeta left. Jage, who was suddenly looking at the sky, opened his mouth.

“Hey…look…”

“Don’t tell me, you asshole. It hurts.”

“Look at my…inner pocket…”

“Inner pocket?”

Jayger nodded lightly. I didn’t know what they were talking about when they were all dying. Ronan, who was rummaging through his inner pocket, pulled out an item. It was an octagonal compass, but it did not point in any direction and was fixed. Jayger said.

“The thing I was going to give you earlier…maybe he used it to…track me…Damn it…somehow he took blood…” ”

What is this?”

“It’s a thing called blood acupuncture… It’s a precious magic tool that points to the owner of the blood dipped in a needle…” It

was said that the blood acupuncture points to a target within a certain range. Jayger said he had seen Barka take his own blood and put it on a blood needle the day he joined the staff.

“But…just as he wouldn’t trust me…I didn’t trust him…I’m sure it will help…”

he giggled in a bloody voice. Jager explained that he had secretly taken his blood one day and put the blood on the needle. He was indeed a suspicious and cunning fellow. Ronan, who took a blood needle, nodded.

“OK. Don’t use it well.”

No answer came back. Only the slightest breath could be heard in the wind. It was the candle of life that would fade in less than ten minutes. Ronan, who was still looking at Jayger, spat on the floor.

“no way. fuck.”

He was a son of a bitch without fail, but he couldn’t help but feel bitter. It seemed unlikely that it would end peacefully. It was the car Ronan was going to move to help Adeshan. Suddenly, a loud cry rang out from behind.

“Ouch! Save the four people!”

“what?”

Ronan turned his head. Something was flying fast from the sky. The black outline resembles Sheeta, but there is something a little more attached to it. Before long, Ronan’s eyes widened as if he were going to pop out after recognizing its identity.

“Damn Secret?”

“Gyaaaaaa!”

A pure white Warfox was riding on Sheeta’s back. The screaming fox clutching the feathers with all his might was someone he knew well. Sheeta, who found Ronan, dived at an angle close to vertical.

“Pyaaaaaaaaaa!”

“My God! oh my god! Unbelievable!”

A louder scream rang out. The moment Sheeta applied the brakes with her four wings and landed, Secret rolled down. He lay down and gasped for breath and cursed at Sheeta.

“It’s like this bad bird. You really thought you were going to die!”

“Kyaahahaha!”

Sheeta flapped her wings and giggled. Ronan, who was staring at the bleak scene, opened his mouth.

“…thank you for your effort.”

“Yes I know! He reluctantly told me to ride behind him, and what the hell is this like? Oh my God!”

Secret stood up. It was ten times faster than expected. I jokingly said that I could burn people, but I never imagined that I would actually burn them. Ronan snapped his fingers once and pointed at Jager.

“Right, this is not the time. theta. Fix this bleached tiger.”

Jage was still alive. I bet it wouldn’t last more than five minutes, but it was still alive. As if to reply, Unsita spread her four wings.

“Pun!”

A red mist enveloped Jager. Soon the bleeding stopped and the wound began to heal. The blood that had flowed out of his body was flowing back into his wounds. Jayger’s snout, which seemed like he would never be able to move again, moved with a smile.

“Keeheuk really… that’s magical.”

“Are you alive? Shut up and lie down.”

“…thanks.”

It seemed that the urgent hurdle was over. After giving thanks, Jay lost consciousness. When she turned her head, Secret was already looking around with a serious expression on her face.

“Right. The curse has definitely gotten stronger. It must be dealt with urgently.”

It seemed that the situation had already been grasped. Secret went straight into Haeju’s preparations without asking a series of circumstances. Ronan asked.

“Is there no need for ingredients like seaweed?”

“It would be nice to have, but I have to do it like this. Ronan, I just want no one to come near me.”

“yes?”

Suddenly Secret ran to the middle of the village. He picked up a twig and started drawing geometric patterns on the snow. It didn’t take long to realize that it was a magic circle.

“This is…”

“Luzinka. Lanabeel. Terado.”

As Secret chanted a spell, the magic circle began to glow softly. The white light seeping out from the magic circle gradually expanded as the thick shadows were gradually removed. Before long, a hemisphere of light slightly brighter than the surroundings covered the tribe.

“That gurrureuk…”

“Daughter. Are you out of your mind?”

“What is this light?”

The change of deformed children has stopped. The screams from all directions died down. The air that tasted bitter and the thick shadows were back to normal. Secret, who had slumped in her seat, brushed her chest.

“Huuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu for now.”

“That’s great. Did you do it with this?”

“Unfortunately not. He’s a much stronger opponent than I thought. Let me ask you something for a second.”

Ronan seemed to know what Secret would ask. His gaze lingered on Jager, who lay face down and breathed. Ronan nodded.

“Anything. Instead, listen to my explanation first and then ask.”

“explanation?”

“yes. I’ll try to explain it as briefly as possible. So…”

Ronan simply explained what he had been through and heard. The fact that the true black man is Barka Tergeng and we have to follow him to Heiran. Secret’s round eyes widened.

“oh my god. The Sword Saint had a brother. Besides, that chi is a cursed speller?”

“Not only that, but it also seems to use necromancy. Any more questions?”

“…no. Nothing at all.”

As expected, Secret did not know about Barca’s existence. Ronan, who did not want the story to be longer, asked a question.

“professor. How do I get rid of the curse completely? I don’t have time.”

“…The only choice is to have the caster lift the curse or kill him. This is really… nonsensical…”

Secret muttered to himself as he established his hypotheses and plans for the future. It was an action that stemmed from the magician’s unique desire for knowledge. It was obvious that he would probably stay like that for a while.

“You’ll have to see the blood after all.”

Ronan took out a blood needle. Perhaps because Barca wasn’t within range yet, the needle didn’t move. After finishing the work, Adeshan came to his side.

“You worked hard, senior. It seems like things have gotten bigger.”

“…huh.”

“what. are you okay?”

Ronan asked worriedly in a different tone than usual. This time the answer itself did not come back. Adeshan’s gaze stayed on the blood needle marked with Barka’s location. The large eyes were sunk in a dark, muddy charcoal gray.

“…senior?”

Ronan asked again, but this time there was no answer. I couldn’t get into her head, but I didn’t think she was thinking positively.

Barca’s cruelty of sending the corpse of a child as a water cannon is also cruel, but I learned that he was the one who orchestrated the massacre on the night of the fangs. It would have been a hateful object as much as the incompetent commander.

“…huh. are you okay. Sorry for worrying you.”

Adeshan raised her head belatedly and smiled lightly. However, it wasn’t a smile that came out of kindness as usual, but a smile like a stone to suppress emotions.

After finishing the work, the three and one returned to Rundalian. Thanks to this, the werewolves who escaped the crisis sent them off. Jager took some of the tribesmen to their base in the Najun Mountains.

“Then shall we depart?”

“huh.”

There was no time to delay as the curse was growing stronger throughout the staked area. Ronan and Adeshan started a new journey after spending just one day in Rundalian. The destination was Heiran. It was the northern tip of the continent and the polar region where Barka Turgung was based.