The Swordsman Genius Returnee Even Swallows Immortality - The Swordsman Genius Returnee Even Swallows Immortality chapter 55

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Daslan August.

The third son of the August family and the lord of the Windy Valley Island.

His eldest brother is active outside, and his second brother guards the family.

In reality, the mission to conquer the tower was entirely Daslan’s duty.

So the recent golden generation created by his youngest brother was enough for him to consider them an eye-catcher.

To him, it was as if his younger brother had rebelled against the family’s orders.

And yet, he had captured a member of his younger brother’s golden generation.

What a surprise it was.

These guys had made plans to steal the key in return.

He was so dumbfounded, he was speechless.

How dare they do such a brazen thing against the August family.

Daslan was determined to give them a proper scolding.

And that’s how he ended up chasing after one of the guys.

Currently, Daslan was facing off against Mobius, the man in Baria’s group.

Daslan, who was facing him, couldn’t understand this situation at all.

“Where did a guy like this suddenly come from?”

Daslan blew the pile of skeletons that were swarming him into ash.

Daslan’s breath was ragged.

It had been a while since he’d arrived here.

Despite the continuous battle, the number of bone wraiths didn’t decrease.

Daslan raised his head and looked ahead.

Inside the canyon where the wind was blowing.

Bone wraiths continued to pour out from the cliffs on both sides.

It was good that he had used the ash to pursue Mobius and catch up to him.

However, Daslan was only fighting against the pitiful undead.

Normally, these bone wraiths would have been torn to pieces by the ash.

Daslan was strong, and the bone wraiths were weak.

However, the problem was their numbers.

No matter how much Daslan wielded his ash, before the endless torrent, he couldn’t clear out all the bone wraiths.

As a result, Daslan, who had been rolling around, gulping.

‘Was a Wraith Magician such a monstrous occupation?’

How on earth could the amount of mana he possessed be able to handle such numbers?

Daslan gnashed his teeth at his continuously decreasing stamina.

In contrast, Mobius sat leisurely upon the bone serpent, looking quite unhurried.

Even while handling such numbers, he appeared quite relaxed.

‘This won’t do.’

At this rate, his stamina would run out first.

Then, the author would once again leisurely disappear.

‘I’ll cast a heavy rain.’

When the opponent shows signs of leisure, that’s an opportunity.

I’ll break through the gap now.

Daslan forcibly pulled up Aura while holding his breath to the limit.

At that moment, ash began to swirl around Daslan as its center.

Soon, his figure was completely hidden by the ash.

Thud!

A violent sound echoed from within the ash.

Mobius also noticed that Daslan was up to something.

So, as he raised his hand, the bone wraith army rose once more.

Thud, snap!

Filling up the valley of the wind, the army poured forth like a tidal wave.

It seemed intent on swallowing Daslan whole.

Just as Daslan was about to be engulfed by the bone wraith army, the ash concealing Daslan suddenly flew up.

And the figure it revealed was unlike before.

An ashen armored knight stood there.

In his hand was a weapon of ash too large to be called a sword.

August-style Ash Swordsmanship

Knight of Ash

Gulp!

Facing the tidal wave of bone wraiths, Daslan stomped on the ground.

With that, his silhouette wavered.

Screech!

What occurred in that moment was the annihilation of the bone wraith tidal wave.

As if struck by flying meteors, the bone wraith tidal wave collapsed, soaring up into the sky above the valley of the wind.

And the one who cut through that tidal wave was none other than Daslan.

Daslan’s charge, activated by the Knight of Ash, was a tempest.

As if nothing but a storm of equal force could stop him.

His charge was truly extraordinary.

In an instant, Daslan’s eyes, having broken through the wave of bone wraiths, fell upon Mobius.

He had bet everything on this charge.

The greatsword Daslan conjured was swung towards Mobius.

Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang!

How big was the greatsword?

The swung greatsword cut through the cliff and descended upon Mobius.

At this rate, Mobius would be crushed under the greatsword and his body would burst.

That was when Daslan sensed victory.

Thud!

The advancing greatsword was blocked by something.

When Daslan, within his ashen helmet, was puzzled,

He came face to face with the one who had stopped his greatsword.

Standing there was a pitch-black knight.

A crown adorned with densely packed thorns was wrapped around his head.

Blood tear marks were drawn on the black helmet.

Not to mention the size, which was about three times larger than Daslan’s.

The figure carrying two axes as large as its body and its back was incredibly grotesque.

He was not human.

The jaw of a pitch-black skull, visible beneath the half-cut helmet, could be seen.

One of the strongest cards among the bone wraiths Mobius had brought out.

The Cruel Knight.

Creepy!

Daslan was overwhelmed by a strange sensation rising from his stomach.

The feeling of encountering something that should not exist in the human world.

And that feeling was coming solely from the knight.

“What is this?”

When Daslan uttered a bewildered tone,

The monster suddenly grabbed the blade of Daslan’s greatsword.

In that instant, Daslan’s body was abruptly lifted into the air.

It was because the Cruel Knight had lifted the greatsword with Daslan still on it.

And soon, an enormous acceleration was felt throughout his body.

Swoosh!

“Ack!”

In an instant, Daslan was thrown to the ground along with the greatsword.

Dropping the greatsword, Daslan rolled on the ground and hurriedly got up.

It was time to prepare for additional attacks.

It was only because the Knight of Ash had been activated that he was still standing.

If not, I wouldn’t have been able to get up due to the shock that was inflicted.

Daslan’s eyes quickly darted to the Cruel Knight.

However, Daslan belatedly realized that his vision had blurred.

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Kwaang!

Along with the shock that followed, Daslan rolled on the floor.

He was unable to regain his senses due to the shock that came from his head.

He felt as if he had been struck by something.

However, he was unable to figure out what it was.

Thud!

Before Daslan knew it, he realized that he was lying on the floor.

In addition, he saw someone’s shoes through the helmet.

As Daslan slowly raised his head, Mobius was there.

The Cruel Knight had captured him and dragged him in front of Mobius.

He felt a deep sense of humiliation.

To think that he would end up like this.

An unbearable sense of humiliation rose to the tip of his head.

However, apart from that, his body was trembling.

He felt as if he had met an irresistible opponent.

“M, monster. You bastard.”

Daslan realized it.

What on earth made Pembola believe in the Golden Generation and do such things?

To think that he believed in such a monster.

Then Mobius, who was looking at Daslan blankly, let out a sigh.

“Don’t use the word ‘monster’ so carelessly.”

A question appeared in Daslan’s eyes.

It was because he felt sincerity in Mobius’s recent statement.

To think that someone this strong wouldn’t consider himself strong?

It was the moment when he was overwhelmed with a feeling that he couldn’t understand.

“Mobius-nim!”

Someone’s voice could be heard from far away.

It seemed as if they were his colleagues.

I think that colleagues of such a strong person would come.

It was when Daslan thought that it was all over.

“Oh, my.”

At that moment, Mobius’s face hardened.

Daslan realized that he was extremely flustered.

Just as Daslan saw his embarrassment and had a question.

Thud!

Before his colleagues, someone landed first.

The sound was so small that he thought a small bird had landed for a moment.

The moment Daslan shifted his gaze through the chinks in his armor,

there was someone with silver hair, almost white, flowing in the wind.

His presence was strangely faint.

And for some reason, the cruel knight began to tremble at the sight of him.

The monster that had been overwhelming him until just now looked devastated.

“Have you already done it?”

“Master Habell.”

Mobius made a humble expression.

Daslan belatedly recalled the name Habell.

It was definitely the name Penbola had warned him about.

“The key.”

As Habell asked, Mobius fumbled to take out the key.

His face was full of regret.

He had done all this to get Habell, the Whisperer, to cooperate.

It must be disappointing now that it had all fallen apart.

Habell received the bunch of keys from Mobius.

Then he glanced at Daslan, who had collapsed on the floor.

Daslan couldn’t understand the current situation at all.

Who was this Habell guy that Mobius was so depressed of?

Surely he was just a mercenary of Van Pellio, wasn’t he?

“Descendant of August.”

Daslan flinched when Habell called out to him.

For some reason, his body cowered at the sound of his voice alone.

“Since you’ve captured my men, I’ll take your keys in exchange. Do you have any complaints?”

Daslan wanted to protest, to say what nonsense was this.

But his instincts were telling him,

that if he protested here, he would face a terrible fate.

And the direction he came from was towards the stronghold of August.

He had a bad feeling about this.

A bad feeling that he would unknowingly lose his soul if he went back.

“…We will apologize for what we have done. But if you take the key, you will turn August into an enemy, even if it is not me.”

So Daslan put aside his own opinions and uttered only honest words.

In fact, it was fair to say that the key had been taken from him.

If this happened, August would lose face.

And to save face, they would try to get revenge on them somehow.

Daslan asked if that was okay, and Habell made an indifferent expression.

“That’s obvious. The clans fight each other all the time. If they’re not under my feet, they’re all enemies anyway.”

In other words, he didn’t care if he turned all five clans into enemies.

Daslan was stunned.

He was speechless at his arrogance.

However, Daslan realized it was too late.

He felt something more than the leeway of a strong person that Mobius had shown him.

It was an attitude that suggested he wouldn’t care even if he turned the entire world into his enemy.

“And the keys weren’t yours to begin with.”

Habell puts the bunch of keys neatly into a subspace.

“You guys who arbitrarily occupied something created to clear the hierarchy are making a fuss.”

Daslan felt undeservedly resentful.

“If you clear the 6th hierarchy, the balance will be broken. The other clans will all try to climb the hierarchy and it will be chaos. Can you handle it?”

That flow would continue outside the tower as well.

Of course, the competition between the clans would intensify.

Habell belonged to Van Pelion.

Van Pelion wouldn’t be able to avoid that backlash either.

“The world was peaceful even after the Dark Palace was cleared. It’s the tower that’s causing the chaos.”

Daslan made a curious expression.

Regardless, Habell turned around, gathering the bunch of keys.

“I’m going to gather the other keys and go to the Cloud and Fog Island. You guys come too when you’re ready.”

That was the end of it.

That’s because Habell’s figure disappeared at that moment.

As Daslan blankly watched his figure, Mobius spoke.

“Hwasan, let’s go back too.”

It just so happened that Hwasan and Azaris showed up together belatedly.

“Miss, I couldn’t do anything.”

Azaris pouted, sticking out his lips.

Daslan recognized that Azaris.

A direct descendant of the Ignor family, one of the five great families, the arsonist.

Recognizing him, Daslan struggled to pull himself up.

“Ah, Azaris Ignor, wait a minute. What on earth are those guys?”

As Daslan asked, Azaris looked at Habell, who had already left.

Then he shrugged.

“I don’t know?”

Daslan’s lips twitched.

What kind of answer is that?

He wondered how Azaris could follow such a monster without batting an eye.

He doubted his sanity.

“Ah, I want to burn everything too!”

Daslan watched him run off, excited, and sank to the ground.

The world had seemed like it was all his.

He quietly felt that this world was still full of things he couldn’t understand.

And before long, Penbola arrived at the Wind Valley Island.

He looked at the ruined castle and Daslan’s appearance and thought quietly.

Oh, I guess I’m late.