The Reincarnation of Fusion Punk - Chapter 272



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#272. Competed with Ilhap

#Episode 272.

The frontier of Al Heimdall.

A body stronger and more powerful than any human being cast a shadow over the ground.

The being standing there blankly was none other than King Myo, Uruk Bagal.

His two piercing eyes stare at the distant land. Uruk Bagal, while freely flowing with the aura characteristic of King Suin, stared blankly in one direction.

The end of his gaze.

There was a small city where no barriers could be found.

A small town that once fell into ruin, no different from any other ruin outside the walls. Covered in the dust and dirt of time, not yet fully revealed.

On the outside it looks like just an ordinary ruin—

Beyond the steam rising from the hot ground, the aura of an extremely dangerous being ripples.

Standing on the ruins that he claims are ‘relics’.

— He still hasn’t left.

The nearby land is seething with the remnants of a great power. An ordinary person who approaches it will be overwhelmed and fall over as the power continues to surge.

On the ruins side, the evil spirits that you would never want to encounter in your lifetime keep disappearing and appearing over and over again. They don’t even care about the terrifying aura that the water king exudes.

Kurururururung—

Seismic waves echo beneath the cracked ground. A thunderous roar and waves shatter and collapse the ground near the ruins.

The battle between Al Heimdall’s Seven Seats and the Corpses on the Ruins was so intense that it uprooted the terrain for several kilometers, creating a new environment.

Mounds of dirt two hundred meters high rose here and there, and the short hills disappeared entirely, turning into cracked plains.

There are dozens of craters on the plain, as if the meteor had struck, and even now, massive aftershocks are occurring, tearing the ground apart.

Whoosh whoosh—

Natural gas bursting from the ground caught fire. It burned without going out, melting the surrounding ground and heating the atmosphere. The flames burning with gas and the residual power intertwined and exploded in the air.

Wow! Wow!

And even in such a chaotic situation.

— What is there over there that you are so desperate to protect?

The mysterious being that appeared during the large-scale reconnaissance was standing quietly with its two feet on the ruins of a small, dusty city. It was much smaller than Ureukbagal. On the outside, it looked like an ordinary human. It was no different from a human, so much so that it was confusing at first.

— Or are you looking for something?

Right then.

Something slowly seeping out of the corpse’s skin.

It looked like something as thin as a thread, like a bug or tentacle.

Sussut······

Also, in the aftermath of the battle, above the feet of the corpses buried underground, strange insect-like tentacles crawl up and inhale the air from the ground. The tentacles wiggle for a moment, releasing a suffocating gasp, before quickly hiding themselves again as if they were burrowing into the ground.

Slurp—

Even a small amount of energy, like the tip of an iceberg, causes the atmosphere to react and shake violently. It feels like you’ve thrown yourself into a lake of sticky blood. Even a strong person who can’t protect themselves with energy will likely be at risk of infection.

【······.】

The corpse has not moved a single step since claiming to be the owner of the ruins, Cesta Asparov. Even just by staying still, it gives off a heavy and strange atmosphere. And it has not said anything up until now. Only one thing. If you come within a certain radius, within the corpse’s attack radius, it will try to tear and kill you.

Keeeeek!

When the monster disappears, other corpses appear, and the corpses guarding the ruins are all eaten in an instant, regardless of whether they are of the same species. Even now, corpses can be seen leaning toward the ruins.

In an instant, a gigantic creature with a mouth diameter of more than 10 meters suddenly bursts out from under the ground, opens its mouth wide, and devours dozens of corpses that have followed the scent of blood without even knowing what is happening.

Gulp······

And then he vomits it out again.

Kkadddddddd! Phew! Phew!

A waterfall of blood.

In front of the ruined city, a deep pit pours out a disgusting fountain of blood. The blood of the scattered corpses seeps into the ground, and the mouth and protruding tongue of a giant creature wriggle and disappear beneath the ground.

That huge creature had a very strange aura. The water king’s innate animalistic intuition sensed that strangeness. It didn’t seem like the corpse on the ruins and that huge creature were separate entities.

In that way, the devoured corpses turned into a handful of blood.

But that’s not enough.

Tsk tsk—

—······.

The blade-like momentum extends and slowly cuts through the skin of the silently standing King Ureuk Bagal. The moment someone invades the ‘zone’ designated by the corpse guarding the relics, a tremendous force that is enough to cut through even the body of King Suin is continuously applied.

The Cat King Uruk Bagal opened his eyes. A magnificent energy flowed out from his wide, bulging eyes.

— The first day was fifty steps. Now it’s a hundred steps. Is the area of ​​activity gradually expanding?

Crunch. Crunch.

Fatal wounds were engraved all over the Cat King’s body.

However, the Cat King, who had been staring at the ruins with his wide-open eyes for a long time, slowly turned around after realizing the range of the corpse’s power.

Kurururung—!

As the Cat King moved, the earth stopped rumbling.

Urukbagal’s arm, filled with powerful muscles, was instantly sutured and the blood that had been flowing stopped in an instant. Now, the scars were so densely packed all over his body that there was no more room to fill them.

The next moment.

I rescued something that had fallen near that corpse.

Dragging······

The gruesome corpse of ‘someone’ with only the lower body remaining is dragged away by the hands of King Ureuk Bagal.

* * *

Thud!

Valhalla Mountains. City Academy Library.

The city academy library has a serious atmosphere. On the 6th floor of the library, which is exclusively for professors, old books that are hard to find in the world fill the entire wall. It is a traditional area where things like the internet, which are at risk of hacking, are not allowed.

There are even wizards who apply for professorships in this library in order to gain the knowledge and research they desire.

“Actually, the restriction that only professors are allowed to enter is really cool······It’s not easy to find the content you want.”

[ The 6th floor is strictly off-limits to anyone other than professors. ]

The rich smell of coffee tickles my nose.

Cassandra, who had been reading a book on a wooden table, twisted her hair. Her expression was a bit complicated, with a mix of emotions.

Ron Cassandra.

She has been searching for traces all her life······

Something that I had longed for so much that I could confidently say it was my life’s goal.

“Why did you appear in Al Heimdall now······.”

A self-proclaimed huge fan of Chestal Asparov, Ron Cassandra had already decided in her heart that ‘Revan’ was either the wise Chestal Asparov, or at least something more than his successor.

A man who suddenly appeared and caused a stir in the Federation.

An incomprehensible growth rate and vast knowledge. A man who seems to be uninterested in basic desires such as honor, material desire, and sexual desire. He is not afraid of the Federation Army, and he continuously learns techniques from the martial arts world and the magic world, and even if it means throwing himself into drawing the future of humanity.

It’s as if there is an afterlife after death.

“A strong, shining, beautiful, more meticulous than anyone else, and a man who is capable of acting and evading. A man who can be seen at a glance as if he is hiding something, a man who is different······A great magician who is also well-versed in martial arts.”

A person walking a lonely road. A person who is tired without knowing where.

So, the one who bears an eerie resemblance to the missing Sage is Revan. Judging from the Sage’s life that Cassandra studied, Revan was the most suitable person in the current Federation to be the Sage.

The recent actions were also steps toward the future of humanity. They were no different. They were clearly struggling to save the world.

Saaaaah—

“······However, if we look at the news, the undead that appeared in Al Heimdall is most likely the sage, Chestal Asparov. Not only does he have the power to kill the Seven Seats, but there is no reason for an undead to impersonate a sage and draw the world’s attention.”

A voice that is difficult to understand with anxiety.

Round and round—

Cassandra, who had magically levitated books into the air, walked through the library. Her floor-length dress floated up and down, and thick magic seeped into her temples. Cassandra put aside her faith in Revan for a moment and began to deduce the situation in an instant.

“Alheimdall unearthed the ‘something’ he had arranged during his human days, and the Seven Seats recognized its value and took care of it. Did a battle break out during that process? But how did someone whose existence had never been found until now, reveal something he had left behind to the world… Tracking magic?”

Then, Cassandra suddenly nodded and muttered, as if speaking quietly to the invisible man next to her, about this matter.

“Yes, I expected that he would have left something behind in the world even if he disappeared. But it’s strange that he became an undead and killed the Seven Seats. He was a man who laid out his entire life’s time and potential before humanity.”

The person Cassandra has been digging into all her life is the Sage. That is also the reason why she has continued to search for his relics. He is clearly not a villain who disappears without a sound and then returns as an undead to kill people.

Cassandra had searched through all the historical books and even mere flyers about the wise men that had been circulating in Valhalla in the past. It was not perfect, but there were quite a few reliable documents about the personalities of the known wise men.

The same goes for the Academy Faculty Library on the 6th floor.

“It’s not for nothing that he’s called the wise man. Chestal Asparov was a man more intelligent than anyone else in the world, and a transcendent great wizard who had transcended the bounds of time. For such a man to have chosen to betray himself….”

Cassandra, who was always respectful even when talking to herself, sighed.

“Is the wise man I knew no longer in this world?”

Charrrrrr—

“But still······I guess it’s not completely concluded.”

The books she had spread out closed on their own and flew into the empty shelves. A cloud of dust settled on the library floor, leaving only a few thick volumes related to Cestal Asparov.

“I have to see it with my own eyes.”

Library entrance.

Cassandra, who had borrowed the book, habitually swiped her Academy professor’s card. It was a professor’s card that she should have returned a long time ago, as she had already stepped down from her professorship.

Beep—

[This access card has expired.]

Beep beep—

[This access card has expired. Please find a librarian immediately.]

— What are you doing there? Who are you?

“······.”

In this way, I also gave up my professorship at Valhalla City Academy. In order to chase after the Seven Seats. Because I wanted to watch ‘his’ actions from closer than anyone else. I didn’t care even if I was being obsessed like a pervert and receiving the disapproval of my family.

Damn it.

—Huh? Are you······former Professor Cassandra?

But what if the original sage appeared and changed into a different being?

···It may be time for the old wise men to disappear and the new wise men to appear.

Because legends tied to the past cannot remain as goals forever. The time for a new sage to emerge, succeeding the old sage, may be now.

— This is a restricted area, how······.

The next moment.

Snap—!

A level 8 wizard who easily broke down the entrance to the Academy Library. Cassandra, a former Academy professor who stole a bunch of ancient books from the restricted area, began flying through the sky at incredible speed and descending the Valhalla Mountains.

— Hey, hey!

Following her, the Academy librarians who rushed out looked worn out. This was because they had been on night watch until late at night.

They shouted with regretful faces.

— Aight! I’ll subdue him quickly!

— I saw that you are Professor Cassandra!

— Hey, hey, can I contact the Ron family?

— Vandalism and theft from the city library, you must return immediately! Otherwise, you will be permanently banned from the Valhalla City Academy Center and the mountains!

Even the somewhat clichéd and obsessive word choice of librarians.

Hooooooooooooo—

Ron Cassandra did not return to the Academy Library. He would never return to the Academy again to get information on Cestal Asparov. It was a relief rather than a complicated feeling.

“If he is the one who can inherit the will of the sage who will soon disappear···.”

Certainly, she felt like she had finally found her place. Cassandra quickly descended the ridge of the mountain, carrying the books she had spent her life searching for and writing down – The First Edition of the Set of the Asparovs – and the books she had stolen.

* * *

Level 10, Twelfth Revan.

9th level high wizard. Dylan.

Level 9, Wonyoungkyung monk. Comment.

Only one matt is level 9. Vance.

Level 8 wizard. Van Rubenka.

bang!

······Lastly, Ron Cassandra, who entered the conference room where everyone was gathered with an elegant kick, took his seat with a smiling face.

“Are you going too, Professor?”

“Of course. There’s something I need to see.”

A level 8 wizard from a professor’s background. Up to Ron Cassandra.

Except for Ahimsa who is currently in Shaolin and Byetang who needs more recovery.

It is the core force of the anti-company that has nothing to add or subtract.

“Now that we’re in Al Heimdall, Slemonokin will be waiting for you. He’ll probably hide in the station and pop out as if by chance to join us.”

“······.”

And the selectors of the Van Company who had reached level 7 or higher decided to accompany the expedition to Al Heimdall. They gathered the maximum power of the Van Company, which had gained momentum after the expansion. In fact, it wouldn’t have been strange if the entire Ragnarok had been moved.

“But where did Revan suddenly go? There’s still time left after all the other companies have left.”

Rubenka’s delicate eyebrows twitched as she searched for the missing Revan.

one side.

Squeak—

The Revan they were looking for left them behind for a moment as they waited, and went to find the old coffin chamber where the absolute ruler of this city resided.

Now that winter is passing, the air brought by the cool breeze feels quite fresh.

As soon as he entered the palace, Revan politely bowed and silently drew the sword at his waist. The dark blade, even darker than the dark interior of the palace, revealed itself.

Then, the center of the indifference. On top of a pile of fine sand.

Hooooo—

The Gwanggaek, who had been silently closing his eyes, slowly drew out his sword. His gaze, as heavy as Mt. Tai, turned towards Revan.

Soon, the great wind pressure created by the sword of the Nungwanggaek and Revan gathered quietly into one point.

······At some point.

The space crushed by the momentum of the two men shattered like shards of glass, and the two swords each showed off their skills under the old mask.

Soon, the formless Tao will be filled with incredible power.

A Taoist priest who is ranked among the top three scholars of all time.

So, the greatest Taoist monk of his time.

————————————!

Lingguang (凌光). The Taoist light that came out at a speed that surpassed even the light cut the space in a straight line.

However, despite the terrifying herbivorousness, there was no aftershock of the aerodynamic force exploding in all directions. For a moment, only a few grains of sand piled up in the center of the old coffin were blown away, and the hem of the white long robe fluttered in the light wind.

In other words.

Revan’s sword blocked the path of the dwarf.

Kkeuggeukgeuk-

It was quite dangerous. I had to twist the blade to block it, but I could barely hold it back······.

Clearly, he fought in harmony with the Seven Seats.

“······.”

The indifferent Sam-baek-an of the Neung-gwang-gaek looked at Revan in front of him for the first time.