The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 877
Chapter 877
‘what···?’
Raon hurriedly looked back at Lars.
‘You know this guy?’
A little while ago, Ras muttered that he felt like he knew a monster that wields a flaming sword and a whip.
He’s not a guy who usually talks nonsense, so if what he said was true, there was a high possibility that the monster that attacked the Gray Hammer Guild was a demon.
-That’s right.
Las nodded and narrowed his eyes.
-However, since there is still not enough information, it would be better to listen a little more.
The guy waved his round hand, asking the dwarf to open his mouth.
‘okay·’
After telling him to wait, he turned his attention to the dwarf.
“What is your name?”
To ease the dwarf’s tension, I first asked his name.
“My name is… huh?”
The dwarf opened his eyes, which were shaking in confusion, as if he recognized him.
“Raon Sieghardt?”
“Do you know me?”
“You didn’t talk to our chief here…”
He said he was there when he was dealing with Borgos, and grabbed his blackened beard.
“Ah, I’m sorry I found out so late… I remember…”
Raon said he was sorry and bowed his head. As I recalled my memories, I thought I had seen a dwarf with his beard twisted like that.
“No, I didn’t even introduce myself, so it’s natural that you don’t know… My name is Palentun…”
The dwarf who introduced himself as Palentun nodded.
“When the chief was bored, he kept talking about you, so I just haven’t forgotten it.”
From what I was saying, it seemed like he didn’t know that Borgos had asked for help.
“But why are you here······”
“Borgos sent me a letter.”
“The chief?”
“yes·”
Raon nodded and showed Borgos the letter.
“Well, that letter…”
Palentun widened his eyes as if he now understood…
“Do you know?”
“Joe, that’s the letter the chief sent after much thought! It got to you····”
He shook his beard as if he was overcome with emotion just by seeing the envelope.
“contents is····”
Raon took a deep breath and showed me the contents of the letter.
“Please help me…”
Palentun closed his eyes tightly as he read the letter.
“The chieftain is a man who believes that everything should be handled by our own hands. After seeing the letter from Sephia, he muttered that this was fate, and then sent a letter to you…”
He felt Borgos’s emotions in the letter asking for help, and he knelt down and sobbed.
“Please tell me in detail what happened so far.”
Raon said that only then could he help and made eye contact with Palentun.
“…I understand…”
Palentun nodded and struggled to get up. Judging from his movements, he seemed to have suffered a serious injury to his abdomen.
“Our Gray Hammer workshop is located under the tunnels of Mt. Hwarang… The purpose is to make the most of the heat of the earth, but at some point, the heat began to act uncontrollably… So we…”
* * *
As usual, I was absorbed in my work, forgetting the time, when strangely the flames of the furnace began to roar.
“what?”
Palentun lowered his hammer and frowned…
When making a sword, what is important is not only strong firepower, but also a consistent flame.
The fire waned, then overflowed, and then fluctuated, making it impossible to continue work.
“Is something happening outside?”
Palentun took off his hood and walked out of the workshop.
Other craftsmen seemed to feel the same way and were talking while holding charred hammers.
“It looks like Palentun is having trouble with the furnace as well…”
The chief’s chief disciple approached with a short sigh.
“Yeah, I couldn’t control the fire.”
“It’s the same for us. The flames got stronger and weaker, so we couldn’t control the thickness of the iron.”
He frowned, saying that everyone was in the same situation.
“surely····”
I looked at the tunnel that Palentun had dug to draw out the heat from the mountain. It seemed like unusual heat was blooming from down there.
“Umm…”
“Are monsters coming again?”
“Is it a little scary now?”
“Why is it so noisy!”
As everyone was looking into the depths of the tunnel feeling anxious, Borgos stamped his foot.
“Chief, the flames are raging, something is not normal.
Palentun approached Borgos and pointed to the tunnel.
“It looks like the monsters are having a seizure again.”
Borgos frowned, saying it seemed like a problem with monsters that feed on the heat of this burning mountain.
“I guess so. This is the first time it’s been this bad…”
“Repair the walls and prepare for battle.”
He shouted that monsters would come out soon, so repair the wall built in front of the tunnel and maintain weapons.
“yes!”
“All right!”
The dwarves and the guild’s craftsmen lifted their shiny hammers as if it were a familiar task and let out a roar that made the mountains shake.
Two days after repairing the walls and maintaining the weapons, monsters began to crawl out of the tunnels, just as Borgos had predicted.
It was a familiar incident, but there was something unexpected…
Countless monsters have emerged, from giant lava worms known as the nightmare of the volcano, to red dragon turtles that spew out heat that melts iron, to small and medium-sized monsters such as giant army ants that are unscathed by swords, and ruby flies that suck human flesh.
It literally looked like red lava was rising.
“crazy····”
“Why, why are there so many!”
“It’s just not that much! “There are more than just one or two large monsters!”
“Can I catch them all…?”
Dwarves and artisans trembled with their hands holding hammers and axes, as if they were frightened by the oncoming monsters.
Coooooo!
While everyone was panicking, a loud noise of footsteps was heard from the highest point of the wall.
“Do not be afraid! Trust in the walls and hammers forged by our own hands!”
Borgosda· He roared at everyone to fight with his eyes that did not waver even a little.·
“I will stand in front”
As he struck down his thunderbolt hammer, a golden bolt of lightning struck and tore through the body of the giant Las Worm that was running ahead.
Kookookookookook!
The dwarves seemed to be encouraged by Borgos’ performance and erected gray, shiny artillery.
It was the dwarf’s strongest weapon that maximized the artillery and defense techniques that were more powerful than the magic cannon.
Kuwaaaaaah!
As the iron cannons were fired simultaneously, the monsters that had been rushing under the castle wall exploded without leaving a single piece of flesh behind.
But because there were so many of them, there were monsters that went over the shells and reached the walls.
“Trust the chief and fight!”
Palentun swung his hammer violently. The body of the giant army ant that had been crawling up the castle wall was shattered and fell.
“Where the hell do you think this is!”
“Don’t let a single one come over!”
“Trust me! Our walls are unbreakable!”
Other dwarves and warriors from the guild also fought alongside Palentun and Borgos in bloody battles.
The fierce battle lasted for two days. The walls collapsed, the port was twisted by the heat, but fortunately, the endless hordes of monsters were over.
“As expected, nothing can stop a craftsman.”
Palentun grinned, clutching the hole in his stomach.
The injuries were severe, but thanks to the walls and weapons, no one died, so I smiled.
“Stop talking nonsense, get things sorted out.”
Borgos was injured beyond his ability to move his right arm, but he looked after everyone as a chieftain.
“You should just rest.”
Palentun snorted and kicked Borgos in the butt.
“Do you think I’m as weak as you? I can fight for another month without any problems.”
Borgos clicked his tongue and poked Palentun’s wound.
“Ugh!”
Palentun screamed, unable to bear it, and the other dwarves and craftsmen laughed and laughed at the sight.
Everyone was injured, but their complexions were bright. It was a smile filled with relief that the war against monsters was over and they would be able to pound metal again.
But stability did not come.
Woooooooooo!
The flames in the furnace became even more uncontrollable, and a chilling sound was heard from deep in the tunnel.
“After all, the monsters weren’t attacking us······”
Borgos stood in the conference room and shook his head.
“It seems like it ran away from below.”
He bit his lip, thinking that there must be some unknown monster down there.
“I have to put other things aside and rebuild the wall first.”
Borgos let out a long breath, saying that he had to rebuild the collapsed castle walls first.
“I understand. This time, I will trim it so it will never break through.”
Palentun pounded his chest, shouting to be trusted.
“What are you going to do with a hole in the stomach?”
“The same goes for the chieftain! He can’t even use his right arm!”
“At least I have a left arm!”
Borgos hit Palentun on the head to make him come to his senses.
“You go out and get some ingredients.”
He nodded and told me to go outside and get some repair materials.
“But····”
Palentun narrowed his eyes as he looked at the letter Borgos had.
“What are you looking at earlier?”
“A letter to that damned bastard”
“It’s Sterin…”
The only person Borgos called a damn bastard was Seifia’s guardian, Sterin.
“···This too must be fate…”
As if he had made an unknown decision, he wrote a short message on the letter, tied it to the leg of a bird that came from Seifia, and sent it away.
“There’s no time to play! Move as fast as you can! Palentoon, you take the children and go get the materials. No refusals!”
“Okay, I understand. Come back quickly.”
Palentun, despite being seriously injured, quickly gathered materials to repair the wall and returned to the underground.
But by then, many things were already too late.
Lava, as if flowing from the abyss, was burning the workshop, and swords and whips made of hellish flames rained down on the heads of the craftsmen.
Screams of human skin being ripped off and the fabric being torn to shreds echoed throughout the underground.
“Run away! Don’t come back here!”
Borgos turned around. He struck the ground with the thunderbolt hammer that had been blocking the demons. The stairs leading to the underground workshop collapsed, causing the lava that had been targeting Palentun to subside.
“Ugh!”
Palentun bit his lip until it bled. He wanted to fight alongside Borgos, but he was concerned about the young guys behind him.
“Get out! Get out quickly!”
Palentun gestured back to the tearful craftsmen.
As he was finally about to come out of the tunnel, a red whip came rushing in.
Cheeeeeee!
If I had been just one second late, I would have been dragged down with my ankles caught by the whip, but fortunately I was able to free my feet.
Kuuuuung!
Instead of Palentun, the entrance to the tunnel that was whipped completely collapsed, completely blocking the space to enter the Gray Hammer Guild’s base.
The underground was still resonating with the sound of the whistle, but Hwaryangsan was quiet as if nothing had happened.
“iced coffee····”
While Palentun and the young craftsmen were trembling in fear, Diarun came up the mountain.
* * *
“So it happened…”
Palentun bowed his head after telling everything that had happened.
The guilt of not being with my colleagues and the fear of monsters were all young.
“hmm····”
Raon frowned as he looked at Palentun’s trembling shoulders and blood-oozing leather armor.
‘Are you sure you know him?’
-I’m not sure yet, but looking at the ferocity, it seems like it’s roughly right…
Lars nodded, saying he could see that what he was doing was really bad…
‘Then it must be the Demon Tribe.’
-That’s right. They are quite famous among the demon tribe.
‘Who is it?’
-Balrog·
Lass brought up the name Balrog with a short sigh.
-In terms of innate strength and characteristics, he is a force that is counted among the top ten among the demon tribe.
‘Is that all?’
Raon frowned. He was nervous because if Ras said something like that, it meant he was really strong.
‘Do you have any weaknesses?’
-Bonwang·
Lars raised his nose high…
-The mere existence of the main king is a weakness for them…
The guy shook his head, saying it was simple.
‘There’s been a lot of noise lately.’
-Hey, what nonsense! How dare you talk to the king, the ruler of the demon world…
‘anyway····’
Raon narrowed his eyes as he looked at Palentoon.
‘It doesn’t seem like a trap.’
If you think about the situation Palentun told you about, everything is sudden…
In particular, it was no exaggeration to say that the possibility of it being a trap was zero, as it was something no one could have predicted when Sterin sent a letter to Borgos and him asking for help.
‘Of course, I’m not saying it wasn’t Oma’s work…’
The tension should not be relaxed as it could be the work of the Black Tower, which is related to the demon world.
“What should I do now······”
Palentun held his head, saying that there was nothing he could do.
“Let’s go first.”
Raon calmly stood up…
“I don’t know if I can find it or not, but I will find the answer when I have to go.”
“hmm····”
Palentun looked up at Raon and trembled his chin.
“You still want to go after listening to me? There are such dangerous guys out there?”
“If I don’t move after hearing about such circumstances, my mother and the head of the family will beat my back.”
Raon nodded, saying that of course he had to go.
“Well said”
Cheryl came over and smiled.
“It’s not like he’s a devil or a bastard, but he won’t get stabbed in the stomach.”
She unclenched her fingers as if to give it a try.
“ah····”
A small spark of hope lit up in Palentun’s eyes, which had been filled with despair.
* * *
Raon followed Palentun to Hwaryangsan Mountain, where the Gray Hammer Guild’s workshop was located.
“Whew, it’s hot.”
Martha fanned herself with her hand and frowned.
“It seems to be a place with high geothermal heat… I wonder how hot the mountain will be at this point from here…”
Burren frowned, seeming a little worried.
“Keuung…”
Runaan let out a soft moan, slumping her shoulders as if she was already exhausted from the heat.
“It wasn’t at this level originally, but it seems like the geothermal heat is getting stronger.”
Palentun let out a long breath and shook his head.
“Maybe it’s because they control the heat…”
He bit his lip as if he was angry just thinking about it.
Raon nodded to Las while looking at the stone mountain in the distance.
‘So the Balrogs are a single race?’
-That’s right. They are strong, but they are also very ferocious. There are even those who could become the Demon King but don’t.
Las shook his head, saying that they were crazy people who fought.
‘You could become the devil, but you didn’t?’
-There was a man who abandoned the throne because he wanted to fight and run as he pleased.
The guy snorted and muttered, “That’s cocky.”
‘then····’
Raon clicked his tongue briefly.
‘All the dwarves must be dead.’
-It might not be the case.
‘what?’
-If the ones who were attacked were the earplugs, they would all have died, but since they were dwarves, I think they would have survived.
Lars raised his hand as if to wait…
‘What are you talking about?’
-As that dwarf said at the beginning, the Balrog uses flaming swords and whips… Those weapons are what the Balrog is born with, but they can be strengthened…
‘then····’
-You might be able to save the dwarves and use them to strengthen your weapons.
The guy shook his head, saying it was highly likely.
‘I should hope so…’
Raon nodded heavily and looked at Palentun.
“Let’s speed things up a little bit.”
“Of course”
Palentun nodded as if nothing had happened despite his injuries.
“let’s go·”
Raon took the lead and climbed Hwaryangsan Mountain, leading everyone with the wind of Garunua.
“Hey, this place…”
Palentun’s eyebrows fluttered as he pointed to the black, distorted ground as if lava had solidified.
“Originally, this is the entrance to our Gray Hammer Guild.”
He chewed his lips as he looked at the ruined ground.
“Is this the entrance?”
Buren blurted out as if he found it hard to believe…
“It’s completely frozen. I’ll have to struggle to get in.”
Martha gritted her teeth as if she were angry.
“I hate this place…”
Runaan sprinkled pieces of frost to keep others from getting sick from the heat.
“I, I just came here to distribute it.”
Dorian’s chin trembled as if he didn’t understand this situation.
“Do you remember that sword, the one made by Master Borgos’ disciple?”
Raon pointed at Dorian’s sword and lifted his chin.
Although he has been able to obtain many swords so far, Dorian said he likes that sword and has not changed it until now.
“Ugh, I know…”
Dorian nodded heavily, holding his sword tightly.
after·
Raon twisted his lips as he looked down at the ground.
‘There are definitely some extremely strong guys…’
Under this land, there were monsters that swirled lava like water…
The presence and heat of the guys were so strong that I couldn’t feel the life of other people.
“You should move with saving people as your top priority.”
He nodded to the commanders and Dorian who were preparing for battle and placed his hand on the Jecheon Sword.
“Then let’s begin”
Raon rolled his feet with his chin raised.
Coooooo!
A shock wave that seemed to distort the entire Hwaryang Mountain exploded, and red-hot flames rose from beneath the tunnel.
“Oh, it’s fire!”
“damage!”
The drones supported by Diarun and Adis retreated in terror at the fiercely rising flames.
However, Raon instead stretched out his hand towards the terrible flames.
Hwaaaaaaa!
The silver frost blooming from his hand froze all the rising flames and heat. It was the sacred skill of a transcendent man who manipulates the mana of nature.
Kkwadduk!
Raon opened the gates of hell with his blue hands, crushing the frozen flames.
The suffocating heat began to subside along with the pure white steam.
“Just follow behind me…”
Raon revealed his cold eyes and pulled out his sword. The voice of the absolute being who had ascended to transcendence calmed the ominous emotions of the people.
“I won’t let anyone die.”