Academy’s Genius Swordmaster - Chapter 216

216. King of the North (10)

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“I’m gone. completely.”

Ronan, who was tapping his pulse, nodded. Barca didn’t move anymore. It was a pitiful death befitting a garbage to die of suffocation by holding his breath. Adeshan, who had been staring at him quietly, opened his mouth.

“…Is this time really over?”

“If you feel anxious, do it like this. I’m turning my head for a second.”

Ronan tugged at the hilt. Dozens of lines were drawn over Barca’s corpse, with only the head and body remaining. Poo-! Ronan, who finished the slash, was delivered, and at the same time, his body disintegrated into pieces.

“A disgusting bastard.”

At this rate, even if Barka’s grandfather came, he wouldn’t be able to revive it. The evil wear tiger could not be found anywhere among the pieces of meat and intestines that were rolling around in the pool of blood. The fierce cold was already freezing the blood and pieces of meat hard.

Whiiing…a biting wind was blowing. In less than a day, the existence of Barkara will disappear as part of this icy sea.

After completing his work, Ronan turned his back. Adeshan was watching the terrible salting process without averting her eyes. Ronan scratched the back of his head as if embarrassed.

“Because you are looking elsewhere. what a good thing.”

“I wanted to see the knot being made.”

Even though he watched the scene where he couldn’t eat for several days, Adeshan remained calm. Ronan twitched his lips in silence.

‘It’s a knot.’

Well, if you think about Barca’s actions, it was no different from killing the enemy who killed her mother and brother. It was like coming to the end of the North and taking a bloody period. Suddenly, Adeshan’s body, which had been standing still, staggered like a reed.

“What are you okay?”

“Yes. I’m just a little tired…”

Adeshan laughed awkwardly. He said so, but his pale complexion did not look good.

It wasn’t even a crowd. It would have consumed an enormous amount of strength and energy to control Barca’s mind. As if to prove him, the power felt from Adeshan now was less than 20% of what it was before.

At that time, Adeshan’s power was so strong that I wondered if it had been borrowed from someone. Just like when Ronan forcibly brought out his potential with the power of the holy sword.

It was a car that I thought would fall off once. Adeshan lost his balance and fell.

“ah.”

“I knew it would be like this.”

Ronan smiled. He barely managed to hold Adeshan before her knees touched the floor. Adeshan, who had been mumbling, covered her flushed face with both hands.

“Thank you so much…”

“It was hard. Get some rest.”

“I will wake up as soon as possible. But… what about those people?”

Adeshan was looking at the ice plain through the gap between her fingers. The shallowly buried corpses of beastmen were breaking the ice and rising up.

-Drum …

-kya …

The dead bodies were wandering around. A soulless groan carried through the wind. There seemed to be no particular purpose, probably because Barca had died after retracting the order.

“You should give it a rest.”

It didn’t look dangerous, but it wasn’t a very nice view either. A corpse is a corpse because it does not move. It was natural to become a white bone or ashes and take eternal rest. Ronan, who was observing them, opened his mouth.

“But I think we can do other things first. Get up here.”

“Sorry.”

Adeshan lowered her head. The strength of the legs, once loosened, did not come back easily. Without saying a word, Ronan carried her on his back and walked towards the lab.

“It’s heavy.”

“I seem to give the same answer every time, but it’s not heavy at all.”

“Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu lied.”

Unable to overcome her shame, Adeshan buried her face in his back. Ronan smiled. Rather, considering his height, it was on the light side. As I was walking on my back like this, old thoughts came to my mind.

“It was like this during Baeksu Festival, remember?”

“Yeah…”

“I still don’t know why the alpha doppelganger turned into me then. At that time, I really hated myself. Do doppelgangers make mistakes too?”

After defeating the poacher, Ronan encountered the doppelganger while returning with Adeshan on his back. The alpha doppelganger that turns into a favorite opponent was surprisingly transformed into Ronan himself.

Although he later turned into Adeshan during his time as a general. More than two years have passed, but the question is still unanswered.

“Is that so…?”

Adeshan mumbled, covering her face. At that time, the doppelganger was actually not Ronan, but he couldn’t tell even if his mouth was torn that his eyes met his own.

‘I changed without any worries.’

It was dangerous if the story went this way. Memories from the Hill of the Four Seasons Thoughts like artificial respiration that had been done just a few hours ago were coming to my mind one after another.

At this rate, there was a great deal of fear that the beating heart would be heard. Even the hotter body temperature. Adeshan, who was rolling her head quickly, changed the topic.

“What was that about anyway?”

“What?”

“The story of the city of dragons.”

“ah. That’s right. You said that.”

Ronan shrugged his eyebrows. I was so distracted that I forgot about it for a while. Barca, whose mind had been taken over, spit out information related to Nebula Klazier.

It was the most significant of all the information. The head of the church, who showed up at the meeting after a long time, said that he would have to make contact with Adren, the city of dragons. This happened a long time after Ronan had been to Dreemur with Navardoze just a few days ago.

‘I’m sure the conversation with Navardoze is over. Young is suspicious.’

Ronan’s brow narrowed. He succeeded in warning the Fire Mother of the dangers of Nebula Klagie.

Although there is a separate king who rules Adren, in the end, the real power will be Navarredoze, so it seemed that he had a different plan. Ronan, who was thinking about something, nodded.

“Hmm… I guess I should contact you as soon as this is over.”

“with who?”

“It’s Navardoze. I don’t know if you’ll reply because you’re so busy.”

“…You have really wide feet.”

Adeshan muttered in an astounding tone. Not enough to be an emperor, but now a mother of fire. For a moment, a worried look crossed her face.

‘Is it okay for me to like him?’

The reddened ears were quickly cooling down. The Ronan she had seen so far was a person who always ran for the greater good. I was afraid that I might get in the way because of my personal love affair.

Anyway, the two arrived at the lab. An even stronger stench stung his nostrils. It was because the experimental tools and specimens were broken and the contents spilled out.

The space, which had been organized in its own way, had become like a drunken ogre family staying overnight. Adeshan said.

“I don’t feel any sign of it.”

“me too.”

“I think I can walk now. Well written.”

Adeshan, with strength in her legs, descended from Ronan’s back. The two began walking around the lab with their nerves on edge. Ronan, who found what he was looking for before long, stopped in place.

“Here you are.”

“Ah, I found it.”

Adeshan, who was looking elsewhere, approached. Standing side by side, they looked down at the corpse of Aradan Turgeng.

He was lying quietly in an upright position. It was hard to believe that he was a person who ran amok as if his body was on fire not too long ago.

The condition of the regenerated body was better than before being chopped into pieces by Ronan. Seeing him with his eyes closed peacefully, he seemed to be asleep rather than dead. Ronan tilted his head.

“Hey, how are you so fine?”

“The timing of the accidental replay must have been right. The moment the body was restored, Barca released the soul.”

“…it’s a miracle.”

Ronan muttered as if talking to himself. Both the stretched right arm and the creepy tentacles disappeared, leaving only the wear tiger boy who once admired his father, resting forever. Adeshan, who was looking at him, opened his mouth.

“Why did I have to go through this?”

It was a hoarse voice, like a dark cloud. Ronan didn’t answer. It might be the right word to say that I couldn’t. Both were victims of the misfortune of a lunatic named Barca.

Why did I have to go through this? no one knows that Doing what you can is an iron rule in life, so Ronan quietly hugged Adeshan, who was shedding tears next to him. After shaking her shoulders for a moment, she whispered.

“…thank you.”

Breathing was loud. Fortunately, she got up and stood up within five minutes. There was still a lot of work left to do before I was soaked in sentimentality.

The two searched the lab for a while. He gathered data to prove Barca’s corrupt nature and destroyed magic tools and items that could be abused on the spot.

It took much longer than expected because not only the underground but also the huge ship had been converted into Barca’s hideout. Ronan muttered as he stuffed the data into his backpack.

“Can this be enough to correct the North?”

“Perhaps. A lot will change just by realizing that they have been deceived.”

“That would be nice.”

The two finished their work and packed their things. Adeshan carried his backpack and Ronan’s backpack at the same time, and Ronan picked up Aradan’s corpse and carried it away. Even in death, this boy who fought as a warrior deserved to be buried in the sun.

Now, if you give eternal rest to the roaming corpses, it will be over. It was the moment when they passed through the passage they came in and opened the stone gate. Whoa! A sudden frenzy swept back his bangs.

“Ugh?!”

“Kyaaak!”

The hot, dry wind mingled with sparks. There was a thick smell of burning that could only come from a crematorium. The two people who barely opened their eyes froze in place.

“Damn it, what the hell is this bullshit?”

“What the…!”

A scene unfolded like a madman’s imagination. Polar lights, reminiscent of green pleated skirts, crossed the gloomy sky. Below them, waves of fire, like those drawn from hell, scorched the icy plains.

-Kieek!

– Gyaaaagh!

All the corpses Barca had collected were burning. The revived corpses wandered around in the fire, screaming and turning to ashes, while the unrevived corpses lay still and turned to ashes like firewood.

I don’t know if this expression is appropriate, but none seemed to have survived. Ronan, whose accident had stopped, was looking at the scene of the fire. Suddenly, Adeshan pointed to the sky and shouted.

“Roronan. excuse me!”

“yes?”

Her big eyes had widened even more. Ronan turned his head in the direction she pointed. His eyes met the sky, and he froze in place.

“Oh fuck.”

An eagle, almost the size of Itargand, was flapping its wings in place. With each flap of its huge wings, a strong wind blew the fire away.

Her sculpturally beautiful body was shining blue. Ronan’s eyes narrowed. An inexplicable sense of déjà vu was felt in the eagle. Soon after he succeeded in salvaging his memory, he gasped.

“Hairan…!”

It must have been. It was Hi-Ran, the highest-ranking wind spirit called the Prince of Storms. Ronan had memories of seeing him during a two-year trip to Haeju.

‘I can’t believe that Hiran has come…’

There are very few people who can make a contract with the highest level spirit. At least there was only one person Ronan knew. Suddenly, the map I found in my father’s room flashed into my mind. The target point on the map was clearly the Sea of Wraiths.

Eventually, the flames that covered the sea of ghosts died down. There was no body to be found in the pit of ice dug as if by a meteorite. A trembling voice leaked from Adeshan’s lips.

“You’re not coming this way, are you?”

Her gaze stayed on Hiran, who was flapping her wings in the air. The Prince of Storms did not react and looked down at the two. A minute or so had passed, and Hiran, who had been staring at Ronan, suddenly roared.

“Fuyooooooo!”

“Hyaaaaagh!”

Surprised, Adeshan hugged Ronan. Hi-Lan folded her wings and began to descend. Hailan, which was turning in a wide circle, finally landed on a cliff.

It wasn’t too far away, so I could observe the area with the naked eye. Ronan’s eyes widened as he looked around Hyran.

“That’s…!”

An elf woman was stroking Hyran’s hair. Silver hair bathed in polar light gleamed with a twilight green color.

Even after thousands of years, the ruby-inlaid red eyes still haven’t faded. I could still see her struggling to save the savior.

great sorcerer. And one of the founders of the nebula clage that followed the savior. Ronan’s mouth fell open.

“Elcia.”