The Swordsman Genius Returnee Even Swallows Immortality - The Swordsman Genius Returnee Even Swallows Immortality chapter 46

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As soon as he appeared, the surrounding air changed all at once.

As a strong man, he changed the surroundings just by appearing.

He was a man who best fit the term “apex predator.”

“I heard a strange story just now.

Apparently, there’s a strong person on your level.”

He looked at Huashang with a smile in his eyes.

Did he overhear it?

Möbius hurriedly looked back at Huashang.

In front of him, Huashang had a stiff face and couldn’t say anything.

Of course, he did.

The person who inflicted the burns on Huashang’s body was none other than Baphomet.

Möbius, who saw him, immediately grabbed Huashang’s head and bowed his head.

“My apologies, Lord Baomet.”

The old man, upon hearing this, once again maintained a benevolent smile.

“It’s fine. Anyone could make such a mistake. However, the fact that he is a Viper-class powerhouse… is concerning.”

Fortunately, Baomet seemed more interested in the person he had mentioned rather than the burn.

“So, what is his name?”

Baomet asked with a smirk.

“He goes by the name of Abel.”

Mobius answered his question promptly.

Baomet’s eyebrows twitched at that moment.

He looked extremely displeased.

“…By any chance, do you know what his family name is?”

At Baomet’s question, Mobius looked around at the others.

He, too, had not heard anything about his family name.

As the Burned hesitated, it was the Spearman who spoke instead.

“I don’t know his family name, but I heard that he belongs to Vanpeli.”

“Hmph.”

Baomet let out a short sigh and thumped his staff on the ground.

His face was a picture of displeasure at hearing an unexpected name.

“Recently, there was someone who requested information from us.”

“Surely not.”

“Yes, the name of the client was Abel Vanpeli.”

As he recalled the name, his anger gradually flared.

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“I don’t know what fool would use such a name, but it greatly offends and irritates me.”

Baomet’s face twisted with loathing.

Mobius was taken aback.

It was the first time he had seen Baomet harbor such hatred for a mere name.

And with good reason, for Baomet was a man who carried out punishments for his erring subordinates with a benevolent smile.

The fact that he would display such depths of emotion at the mention of a name was astounding.

‘What on earth is the significance of the name Abel Vanpeli?’

He could not fathom it.

Perhaps it was a name that had been used long ago.

Baomet may appear to be an old man, but the extent of his life was immeasurable.

After all, he was a being that transcended humanity.

“Or perhaps Vanpeli, that irritating clan, has deliberately started circulating that name.”

“Vanpeli? Isn’t that the clan that has recently begun to make a name for itself?”

Mobius had also heard the name Vanpeli.

Specifically, it was a Super Rookie named Dante.

However, he had heard less and less of that name lately.

What happened on earth between Baomet and Banpelion?

“Banpelion may be trying to make a comeback and start using the name Habell again, but it’s strange. They’re looking into us.”

Baomet slowly rolled his cane.

Then he soon smiled gently again.

“Then it’s simple. Hwasan said that Habell resembles me, right?”

“Yes.”

Hwasan began to scratch the scar that was showing through the bandages.

Baomet turned around when he saw it.

“Then let’s avoid any danger and do what he’d hate the most. I’ll go as Banpelion.”

I’ll tear the place apart and seize Banpelion’s bloodline.

Then a foolish result will come out.

‘That’s good. I didn’t like hearing that name these days.’

I’ll have to blow it away for sure this time.

His gentle smile was distorted like a demon’s at that moment.

Kwaang!

A loud noise came from far away.

It sounded like a dust storm.

“Hwasan.”

Hwasan squinted through the bandages as Changjabi called out in surprise.

“…It seems that it’s too late.”

“A disaster is coming!”

At that moment, the old woman who had been quiet the whole time echoed as if she had gone mad.

Whooooosh!

A sudden gust of wind blew their hair.

Soon, someone landed in front of them.

Silvery white hair and blue eyes underneath.

A blue light flowed out of those eyes, giving off an eerie aura.

Moebius’ body broke out in goosebumps when he saw him.

At the same time, his breath got stuck in his throat.

He felt a sickening sensation, as if his throat was constricting.

His legs felt like they wanted to run away from this place right now.

“Thaaat!”

At that moment, the old woman screamed and collapsed to the floor in a fit.

And the same happened afterwards.

Hwasan and Changjabi fainted with their eyes rolled back.

Moebius had felt this sensation slightly before.

When he had greeted the whisperer for a very short time.

It was the same sensation he had felt when he had encountered an existence that surpassed human cognition.

It was a similar sensation to when he had encountered a being that was difficult to even call a god.

That’s why he couldn’t understand the current situation at all.

Why am I feeling this way in front of this man right now?

Mobius, who was drenched in cold sweat, turned his gaze towards Baomet.

His eyes, which always held a friendly smile, were wider open and larger than ever.

His eyes were a mess, filled with anger, hatred, and surprise.

“I was just thinking about chasing after you.”

Habel expressed his unpleasant emotions openly.

The atmosphere rippled wildly in accordance with his emotions.

At the same time, a rustling sound echoed around them.

The trees, plants, and nature itself were bending away from him, as if frightened by his rage.

It was clearly the appearance of a Transcendent.

Habel’s gaze slowly scanned Baomet.

Anger swirled in Habel’s eyes as he continued to glare at him.

It was understandable.

Baomet had spoken words that should not have been uttered.

“You dare speak of Pampelion?”

The one thing that Habel never allowed anyone to touch.

Pampelion.

Baomet had crossed that line.

Mobius felt like he might lose his mind in the face of such overwhelming rage.

Even he was finding it hard to bear.

“Are you… alive?”

At that moment, Baomet opened his mouth.

Habel’s eyes widened in surprise as he listened to the question that followed.

He would be surprised because those words showed that he recognized him.

Quite astonishing.

100 years had passed, and Habel had practically been forgotten.

He had thought that there was no one left who remembered him.

He never imagined that someone would retain his memory after 100 years.

However, Habel narrowed his eyes as he looked at Baomet.

He was surprised because he did not remember him.

Baomet let out a hollow laugh when he saw Habel’s reaction.

“Of course, that’s right. My appearance has changed a lot.”

It had been a long time since Baomet had remembered Habel too.

He also had not heard the name Habel Panpelion in a long time.

“On the other hand.”

The Habel before his eyes looked exactly the same as before.

That fact raised a strange question in Baomet’s mind.

Habel’s name had begun to fade after he entered the Demon Palace.

Baomet’s eyes flickered with disbelief.

Even the whisperers had warned him to avoid the Demon Palace at all costs.

Surely Havel has finished the Demon Castle.

In his eyes, Havel was reflected once more.

A faint yet palpable ominous aura emanated from his body.

It was certain.

Havel had cleared the Demon Castle and absorbed its ominous aura.

‘When he said the burn mark was similar to our snakes, I thought it was absurd.’

If he had absorbed the Demon Castle’s ominous aura and become a Transcendent, it would be a different story.

It meant that he too had ceased to be human.

“I didn’t think I would see you here again.”

“You know me. It seems my lifeline has been extended a bit?”

Havel laughed heartily, regardless of whether he recognized him or not.

“So what?”

Simultaneously, an aura like that of a tyrant emanated from his body.

“It seems that lifeline will be cut off today.”

Baphomet’s two eyes narrowed.

“Your arrogance remains unchanged, whether then or now.”

“Well, it won’t change.”

There was no reason for it not to be arrogant.

Havel was confident of victory without a shred of doubt against him.

Baphomet’s two eyes narrowed strangely at the sight.

“Then let me tell you.”

At that moment, Baphomet’s left hand stretched out to the side.

The darkness dripping from his hand was none other than ominous aura.

“About me, who must have been left somewhere in your memories.”

This was Baphomet’s personal grudge.

Long ago, during the Unification War.

A bitter relationship he had with Havel.

Havel drew his sword diagonally, looking at such a Baphomet.

Despite his arrogant expression, his eyes were always cautious.

This was because Havel could also sense ominous aura from Baphomet’s body.

‘Just what level is this guy?’

Not a fake like the ominous aura user he met at the Tower.

A genuine one who absorbed ominous aura like himself.

Havel was very curious about how strong this genuine one was.

He had grown in stats by absorbing ominous aura like himself.

If he had spent more time growing that way than Havel had.

Perhaps Baphomet was even stronger than himself.

Havel’s eyes lit up with excitement.

He felt a sense of anticipation for the possibility of fighting a formidable opponent after a long time.

Perhaps he had found an injured opponent who could King Kong.

Under the setting sun.

Mobius, sensing something extraordinary, hurriedly led the three of them away.

The first move was Baomet.

It was the moment he thrust his staff forward.

Ziiiiing!

A pitch-black space opened up behind him.

At the same time, Baomet’s staff thumped against the ground.

Then, what emerged from the darkness was a gigantic black arm.

That arm was far from human.

It was covered in fur, had claws, and wore a bracelet made of round, black stones.

“The first left arm is the punishment of retribution.”

A blue flame bloomed from his left arm and flickered erratically.

Soon, it transformed into a sword made of blue flame.

And once again, he thumped his staff against the ground.

Then, this time, a right arm tore through space and appeared.

The arm that appeared this time was covered in white fur.

Similarly, a mace with thorns sprouted from the arm, which wore a bracelet made of white stones.

Soon, the steel transformed into a mace with thorns protruding haphazardly.

“The second right arm is the punishment of thorns.”

At the word punishment, Habel’s eyebrows narrowed.

Somewhere, before entering the temple, he felt like he had heard those words in the distant past.

As Habel was rummaging through his memories, both arms swung simultaneously.

The sword of blue flame and the mace of thorns.

As the two of them swooped down, Habel swiftly evaded the attack.

However, the two arms were relentless.

As if they were free from Richie’s constraints.

The arms grew endlessly long and continued to attack Habel.

Kwaang!

The mace of thorns that Habel dodged blew away a section of the forest.

Soon after, the sword of flame that followed descended towards Habel.

Hwarurururuk!

The resulting explosion of flames consumed the forest and scorched the ground with intense heat.

It was even hotter than the mutated abomination that Habel had fought earlier.

“The third left arm is the punishment of lightning.”

At that moment, another new arm of Baomet’s appeared.

This time, it was a spear made of blue lightning.

“The fourth right arm is the punishment of hunger.

The next thing that appeared was a grotesque arm with several mouths.

Saliva dripped from the tongues that protruded from the arm, melting the ground.

The arms stretched out towards Habel.

BAM, BANG, WHAM!

With each swing of the four arms, a vast area was destroyed.

At the same time, the arms were gradually growing larger and larger.

Soon enough, the arms had grown so large that they could be considered the arms of a giant.

As Baomet slammed his staff to the ground, a hand shot up from beneath his feet.

Baomet ascended to the heavens along that hand and looked down at Harbel.

He was dodging the arms like a little mouse.

But that didn’t last long.

The arms were gradually growing larger, closing in on Harbel’s hiding places.

“The fifth left arm is the punishment of the curse.”

Another new hand sprouted from his back.

The moment that hand was raised with an index finger.

Thousands of ashen arms sprang up from beneath Harbel’s feet.

The arms relentlessly chased after Harbel, trying to grab him.

Harbel frowned as he somersaulted through the air.

The instant that hand made contact, a terrible curse would ruin the victim’s body.

Four hands in the sky.

Cursed hands on the ground.

It was a space completely filled with hands from all over the world.

When Harbel’s figure was completely swallowed up by the hands and could no longer be seen.

Harbel’s eyes slowly began to open.

Baomet revealed a disgusting smile as he watched Harbel.

“It’s funny how that Demon Sword is just running away.”

He who even remembers that he is a Demon Sword.

“Ah.”

It was when he realized something as he looked at him that Harbel mumbled.

KWaaNG!

Suddenly, an explosion erupted and the light consumed the area.

What appeared when the light disappeared was an unexpected sight.

All the arms that had been harassing Harbel until just now had been torn to pieces.

Baomet’s eyes widened at the sight, and Harbel spoke.

“Are you a hand collector?”

In the past, during the Unification War.

The commander of the Belgram Knights, which belonged to the enemy nation, the Beltharon Empire.

The hand collector, Baomet Tarim.

A madman who would always collect the hands of those he killed if they were famous.

He didn’t remember the name Baomet.

However, Harbel slowly smiled as he recalled the punishment that the bastard had mentioned.

“Did you attach the hand I cut off well?”

And it was none other than Harbel who had cut off that bastard’s hand.

Clang!

In that instant, a fire of fury blazed in Baomet’s eyes.

“I will take the Ebony Hand and use it myself.”

The arms Baomet had all been returned to their original forms at once.

Regardless, Habel struck his own shoulder with his sword.

“Very well.”

And then, dawn began to glimmer from Habel’s sword.

“I will cut it again if I must.”

It seemed he needed to refresh his memory of the Unification War.