Monster Heavenly King - Chapter 177



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177. Namgung Se-ga (4)

Anyone who looked at Namgung Hyeon’s condition would find it difficult to see it as normal.

And, the sword the guy was swinging wasn’t normal in the opposite sense.

Whoosh! Crunch!

Spot!

Every time the guy swung his sword, parts of the relic were cut off with such ease that it seemed as if they were stone.

however,

Kagagagagagak!

Drrrrrr!

Only the iron bars imprisoning the elf were not damaged by the sword strike.

‘That’s…’

I didn’t expect it to get cut, but I didn’t expect it to even get scratched.

How hard is it anyway?

It seemed best to give up on the expedient of cutting through the iron bars.

-There is no other way than to get the key and release it.

“That must be annoying.”

Just like the momentum I felt from outside, Namgung Hyun definitely didn’t look easy.

This time, Steel and Dryad, who were behind them, also took out their weapons.

“That’s incredible.”

Kangcheol let out a pure exclamation of admiration.

The Namgung Hyun that he had seen before was a young rookie who had high expectations, but was still an awakened person with a hint of immaturity.

However, what is before your eyes now is a being with skills that can never be called a sunflower.

Peeing!

Dryad drew his bow and fired his arrow, but the invisible, intangible arrow collided with Namgung Hyun’s sword strike in the air and fell in vain.

Hyunseong finally manages to block the sword attack that has come right up to his nose.

‘This won’t work.’

Even though I only brushed it away, it felt like my bones were creaking.

If you try to hit something more than that with a body that’s nothing but bones, won’t there be a crack somewhere?

As I thought that and generated my magic, the puring inside my ribs wrapped around my bones and created a body.

Kagang! Chaejaejaeng!

“…?”

An unreadable expression appeared on Namgung Hyun’s face.

Until just now, it seemed like I could easily break it if I just applied a little more force, but now my hand is also freezing.

“What a strange guy.”

“You are the one.”

“But… I can’t hand over the elf.”

Namgung Hyun looks at himself with bloodshot red eyes.

At that moment, Seol-ah rang the sword bell as if she had realized something.

-I guess I know what happened.

‘what?’

-I think I know why that guy is like that.

‘Why that deal?’

It wasn’t a major reason to fight, but I couldn’t help but be curious.

I didn’t have the skills to stay in a dark place like this and just be a gatekeeper.

-Hmm, that guy. Should I say he’s in a synthesized state, or in the process of evolving?

Seol-ah seems to be struggling with what to say.

When Hyunsung heard the words synthesis and evolution, he thought back to what had happened so far and pulled out information from his head to reach a conclusion.

‘I’m asking just to be sure, but is that guy currently in a fusion state with an elf?’

Just like the Awakened ones that were previously synthesized with Ice Ants or other monsters.

-That’s right. However, it’s just a merger like the others, so it didn’t become a perfect monster.

‘The merged Elf doesn’t look much different on the outside?’

-yes.

Elves were no different from humans except that they had pointed ears.

It was not easy to distinguish because it was a difference that only occasionally occurred among humans.

‘But… why is the condition so strange?’

In the case of Baekwoon, the plum blossom inspector, his mind was forcibly reformed, but Han Seongmin, whom we met on the 6th floor, was mentally sound even though he had been synthesized with a monster.

I thought that the association guys had done a lot of experiments and that’s how synthetic technology developed.

It didn’t seem to be that.

-Han Seong-min He was safe, but the Awakened beings who were synthesized with the ants followed the queen ant’s orders.

‘yes.’

-What that means is that even if you succeed in synthesizing while maintaining your mind intact, the race’s characteristics are unavoidable.

‘Yes, I understand what you are saying. But…’

Hyunseong looked at Namgung Hyeon.

A guy who looks at you without saying anything.

‘What does that have to do with the guy being abnormal?’

-I told you. There’s nothing you can do about the characteristics of a race.

A characteristic of the elf race.

He is kind, but he is more radical than I thought, and his patriotism is strong.

“…uh?”

Hyunseong, who had thought about it that far, discovered a contradiction.

Doesn’t it seem a bit strange that he’s spying on elves while claiming to have racial animosity?

In response to Hyunseong’s question, Seol-ah gave a brief explanation while ringing the sword.

-It’s a merger with an elf, so it’s not like it became a complete elf.

‘I think I know what you mean.’

Hyunseong nodded as if he finally understood.

Currently, Namgung Hyeon is probably experiencing identity confusion between being a human and an elf.

‘I thought it was strange, like I was possessed by a magic wand.’

Not like that, but a state of being truly obsessed with money and on the verge of becoming a madman.

No, looking at the situation, it seemed safe to say that it had already happened.

-The person here is Namgung Hyeon, whose personality is mixed with the elf’s racial characteristics, and he became obsessed with elves.

‘That’s so tricky.’

-How dangerous is it to forcibly synthesize other races? Just being alive is amazing.

Rather, it seemed to me that it was amazing that the world had achieved this much in just a few years.

If it were the world I was in, it would be an area that would take thousands of years of research to reach.

-Because the world I lived in hid knowledge and did not try to develop it.

In such a closed environment, development is bound to be slow.

Anyway, the part that I thought was strange was completely resolved, so the uneasy feeling was also cleared up.

Now all that remains is…

“I have to take you down and free the elf.”

“That’s nonsense.”

The guy snorted and ran towards Hyeonseong in one breath.

The dryad next to him pulled his bow to stop Namgung Hyeon’s charge, but the boy showed no intention of stopping.

“Didn’t you just shoot them gently because they were half the same race?”

“That’s not an elf. It’s just a being that wants to be an elf.”

Dryad’s words were quite cold.

From the elves’ point of view, it felt like they had seen an unpleasant being that copied them.

‘Is it like the uncanny valley?’

-maybe?

While they were talking like that, Namgung Hyeon, who had arrived right in front of them, aimed for Hyeonseong’s skull with the sword he was holding with both hands.

Not only that,

Choaaaak!

The sword energy that poured out from the sword split into dozens of branches, blocking his escape route.

As I looked at the approaching sword, the world felt heavy.

A strange sensation felt when dealing with Namgung Se-ga’s warriors.

‘This guy is real.’

It wasn’t the same skill as Namgungsu, who had now turned into a cold corpse.

He knew the secret of being heavy and was practicing the Changgungmuae Sword Technique.

‘then…’

This side has no choice but to go the right way.

The hand holding Seol-ah became stronger.

“I’ll deal with it, you two go rescue the elf.”

It would be nearly impossible to fight this guy quietly.

The longer the fight goes on, the more likely it is that there will be guys who hear the noise and come running.

If we could save the elf before those guys came, it would be a victory for us.

Kwaang! Chaeng! Chae Jae Jaeng!

Countless sparks fly into the air in an instant.

Steel and Dryad watched it quietly and then scattered to the side.

“These kids…”

“I guess there’s still time.”

Kaang!

“Ugh?!”

Namgung Hyeon glared at Hyeonseong with bloodshot eyes.

His reddened eyes looked like they might shed tears of blood at any moment.

Chaeng! Kang!

“You… What is your identity?”

A guy who asks in a low voice.

The Changgungmuae Sword Technique that raised the name of the black Namgung family.

It is an entity that can easily deal with the martial arts that has always produced world-class talents.

“Well, I admit that Namgung Se’s swordsmanship is good. It’s just that my swordsmanship is better.”

“gibberish…”

“You’ll know if it’s bullshit or not when you see who wins!”

Shhh!!

A pure white sword that cuts through the air.

Namgung Hyeon raised his sword to prepare for an attack.

Shririk!

Seol-ah, who burrows into the enemy’s arms like a snake.

As he struck it, Hyunseong’s hand began to move in earnest.

Clang!

Next came the countless snowballs that filled the surroundings.

The splendor of the fluttering flowers dazzled the eyes and entered between them.

“Huh?!”

I swung my sword to try to destroy all the illusions,

Kak!

Hyunseong pushed the guy’s sword away as if he wouldn’t even allow that.

and…

Kuung!

A heavy blow that deflects enemy attacks and digs inward.

Moreover, Namgung Hyeon was struggling just to defend himself against the continuous attacks.

“This kid…!”

Crunch!

Boom!

The floor bursts when you step on it.

Hyunseong even dodged the attack with ease and stepped back.

“How is it? Do something about it?”

In response to Hyunseong’s question, Namgung Hyeon opened his mouth, breathing heavily.

“What is that swordsmanship?”

Quick, illusion, heavy, strong, soft.

The five basic principles of swordsmanship.

Most martial arts usually develop around one of these.

Just as a volcano centers around a constantly changing ring, a shaman centers around soft oil.

The Namgung Se-ga’s Changgungmuae Sword Technique was also developed based on the principles of the Middle Ages.

however,

“Your sword contains all of that.”

I thought it was changeable but it was fast, I thought it was fast but it was heavy, I thought it was heavy but it was soft.

Normally, I would have simply ignored it as a forensic method that didn’t even have a well-established system for fighting, but the first method that Hyunseong displayed was not such a sloppy first method.

It was to the point where I could feel the vertigo that had developed over several generations in each and every one of the plants.

“This is what Cheonma Shingong pursues.”

The first hegemon.

The martial art above all others.

It was a goal that was almost arrogant, but it could be said to be worthy of Cheonmasingong.

“Cheonma Shingong… Hehe. Are you saying you’ve become a Cheonma?”

“Yeah. That’s right.”

“That’s an interesting story.”

“It’s true.”

“Then… prove it by knocking me down!”

There’s no way a mere Cheonma would fall by his own hand.

As if stimulated by those words, his dark red eyes burned from inside his skull.

“Okay. Let’s go, baby.”

Hyunseong kicked the ground towards Namgung Hyeon.

To others, it was just the blink of an eye.

Hyunseong’s concentration reached its limit, and even that fleeting moment felt long.

Namgung Hyeon swings his sword at Hyeonseong, who approaches in an instant.

A feeling of oppression, as if the world were pressing down on you.

‘then…’

Seol-ah began to resonate.

It was as if an attractive force had been created that was sucking everything in.

‘This is…’

Seol-ah also seemed surprised by the phenomenon occurring through her.

Because even though it was Hyunseong who was wielding it, he couldn’t really tell what was happening.

“What, what is this…?!”

Even Namgung Hyun, who is on the receiving end, only understands a very small part of it.

A state that is far above oneself, where one can control even the laws of nature as one wishes, beyond human life and death.

It could be said that we were one step ahead of God.

‘How shabby.’

People often say that when facing Namgung Se-ga’s sword, it feels like the world is pressing down on you.

In fact, he himself felt the same way when dealing with superiors in his family.

However, seeing the lofty realm right before my eyes, the secrets of weight I had realized until then felt like child’s play.

Boom!!

An explosive sound, hard to believe to be the clash of swords, spread through the ruins.

The dust settles.

Namgung Hyun quietly looks down at his broken sword.

He coughed and spat out a handful of blood.

“You… are truly a genius.”

He collapsed after saying those words.