The Swordsman Genius Returnee Even Swallows Immortality - The Swordsman Genius Returnee Even Swallows Immortality chapter 63

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Freyja tribe, Pyord Freyja.

As the captain of the Green Road, he now faced a man.

A man who was strangely quiet.

The man with near-white hair was named Havel, or so he had heard.

‘The climber who reached the 7th stage.’

He had not heard the name in a while, so he had thought he had died.

It seemed he had shown his face once more.

‘He doesn’t look like much compared to the big rumors.

However, it was true that all of the Green Road members were bedridden.

He was definitely not someone to be ignored.

“Brat, look at what you’re saying.”

But he had no intention of losing in terms of momentum.

Pyord raised his head stiffly.

“I’m going to have to teach you a lesson.”

Havel gave a small laugh as he looked at Pyord.

“Try it.”

With those words, Pyord’s presence became distorted.

Before anyone knew it, a sword drawn from Pyord’s waist shot out.

Pyord wielded a longsword and a dagger.

The longsword was the first to fly.

Havel received the longsword that flew at him with his scabbard.

Bang!

The resonating sound was strong enough to raise the surrounding wind.

Indeed, it was the strength of the Freyja, a race of warriors.

If he had been an ordinary person, his arm would have been broken from that one blow.

“So the rumors aren’t false?”

He did not stop there, and he began to swing his swords freely.

The ranges of the longsword and dagger were polar opposites.

Therefore, the difference in range between the two swords was dazzling to his opponent.

Clang, bang, bang!

Havel blocked all of those swords with his scabbard.

He seemed to be in such a hurry to block that he could not even draw his sword.

Pyord let out a roaring laugh.

“You are really just as the rumors say.”

“Hey, hyung.”

At that moment, Barov’s voice was heard.

Pyord took a step back from Havel and glanced at Barov.

Even then, Havel did not particularly attack Pyord.

“…Look at the ground.”

Phaeo’s gaze fell to the ground.

Then, his body suddenly came to a halt.

Phaeo’s feet were moving diligently, but Havel was different.

He hadn’t moved a single step from his original position.

Phaeo’s eyebrows twitched as he realized this.

It wasn’t that he couldn’t draw his sword, but rather that he didn’t.

Phaeo’s face turned bright red when he saw it.

It was an expression filled with rage.

“Are you toying with me?”

Havel had a contemplative expression as he listened to Phaeo’s words.

“No, I just had something on my mind.”

Could it be that even while thinking, he had blocked all of Phaeo’s attacks?

Phaeo grew even angry when he heard that.

“You’re definitely toying with me.”

A bright red aura simultaneously emanated from Phaeo’s two swords.

“Hyung, please stop.”

“Barop, if you keep yapping, I’ll beat you to death. Just shut up.”

Phaeo’s eyes flashed.

Barop realized that there was no way to stop Phaeo like this.

So, he decided to just stay quiet.

After all, the results would speak for themselves.

“Go ahead, think for as long as you want.”

The crimson energy rose from his swords surged.

Phaeo then charged forward like a bull.

His movements were different from before.

Like a maddened bull rushing forward with its horns lowered.

The fierce onslaught of Phaeo, who had charged forward like a bolt of lightning, was relentless.

The sound of the wind being cut echoed repeatedly.

With each passing moment, Phaeo’s attacks grew more and more intense.

The color of his skin gradually began to turn red.

The sight of his beads of sweat turning red was also strange.

Havel felt the heat radiating from him.

And only then, as he saw it, did fragments of a forgotten memory resurface.

“Ah, so that’s who it was.”

Havel finally had a refreshed expression.

On the other hand, Phaeo’s face gradually grew rigid.

His power was clearly continuing to rise.

Even though the heat Phaeo was emitting was causing the surrounding plants to wither, not a single bead of sweat could be seen on Havel’s face.

Phaeo’s secret technique was Berserker.

Berserk, which accelerates within the body and gradually increases physical abilities.

Although it is a secret technique passed down through generations, it puts a strain on the body.

It was a powerful secret technique that brought about such tremendous destructive power.

However, even though he was using such a powerful secret technique, something was strange.

Pyode’s attacks were certainly becoming stronger and sharper.

However, Habell was no different when he first blocked them.

Rather, his sword became more relaxed after the expression of relief.

This is strange.

It was too abnormal.

Wouldn’t you get a better result even if you hit a rock with an egg?

Habell was strangely solid enough to make him think that.

Pyode’s eyes fell to the bottom of Habell’s feet.

His feet were still not moving.

Pyode, who saw it, bit his lip tightly.

“What the hell is that guy! Have you ever seen me, you bastard!”

Pyode was shouted at with frustration.

Habell, who heard those words, lightly swung his sword.

Then, Pyode, who was pushed back by the force, staggered and retreated.

“I’ve never seen you.”

As Habell said, he had never seen Pyode.

However, he had seen someone who looked very similar to him.

In the distant past, when Beltaron tried to recruit the Freya tribe as soldiers.

The strongest warrior of the Freya who was blocking the way in the forefront.

Gaiord Freya.

The berserk he used lived up to the nickname of a berserker.

Whenever Gaiord’s greatsword was stretched out, Beltaron’s knights were cut off with their armor.

Its power was needless to say.

‘And there was one thing I owed him.’

Arahan helped prevent the Freya tribe from becoming Beltaron’s army.

Of course, Habell, who belonged to Arahan, also helped such Freya.

Was it because of that connection?

Gaiord Freya had helped Habell once.

It was during Beltaron’s Black Horse Annihilation Operation, which regarded Habell as an eye-catcher.

The last knight of Beltaron appeared on the path Habell was moving.

‘Zephyros Velagon Duke.’

It was a time when the concept of title still existed.

Zephyros was the one who best deserved the nickname of the devil.

He always kept the enemy alive.

However, the way he kept the enemy generally alive was so terrible that it would be better to kill him.

His specialty was none other than recovery magic.

On the subject of endlessly regenerating one’s own flesh.

With his absurdly potent powers, he was nothing short of immortal.

His specialty was interrogation and torture employing recovery magic.

‘The monster best suited to the name “demon”.’

As a result, even Havel had his limits when facing that monster.

Furthermore, the knights he had brought numbered close to twenty.

He fully intended to kill Havel.

That was when Gaiod Freija appeared.

He came to collect on a debt from the past, standing against Zephyros for Havel’s sake.

And in the end, he was able to repel Zephyros together with Havel.

However, the outcome was not favorable for either side.

Gaiod had used Berserk to its limits in order to confront Zephyros.

As a result, he ended up burning away his own life force.

This was true even though he had been able to spare his life when protecting his tribe.

“Havel, live on. In this harsh world, I hope that someone like you can remain, even if it’s just a little bit. You are the one who will change the world.”

Gaiod, who had intensely despised the corrupt Veltharon.

He had smiled wryly at Havel’s ambition to change the world.

That was why he had reaffirmed it in front of him.

He would set right the chaotic world during the War of Unification.

‘Although I kept that promise.’

That peace did not last very long.

And surely, during those years, Gaiod’s tribe, Freija, had also experienced countless hardships.

Havel looked back at Phaiod.

No matter when he saw him, Gaiod was as big as a bull.

He was a man so big that Havel had to look up at him every time.

However, in contrast, Phaiod was only about the size of an average man.

He was still muscular, as befitting a Freija.

But he was definitely lacking compared to Gaiod.

To put it bluntly, he looked like Gaiod if you had squeezed him down to a smaller size.

“You know Gaiod Freija?”

So Havel asked him, looking at him.

He was asking if he knew the hero to whom he owed his life.

The question that followed made Phaiod freeze.

He opened his eyes wide and slowly lowered his sword.

“That’s the name of our late great-grandfather. How do you know?”

He seemed quite proud of the name Gaiod.

Phaiod raised his chin stiffly.

Seeing that, Havel laughed lightly.

“Yes, that’s right.”

He was that Gaiod’s son.

For some reason, he felt a sense of affection towards him.

So Havel slowly rolled up his sleeve.

“Why are you acting like that?”

At the same time, Havel’s gaze exuded a murderous aura along with a smile.

Whoosh!

Paiod flinched at the aura.

He was clearly a confident man.

But the aura emanating from Havel was on a different level than before.

A moment ago, his presence was faint.

But now, the aura pouring out of him was so intense that he couldn’t even part his lips.

Like a rabbit before a tiger.

No, it was worse than that.

His body froze, unable to move properly, and his heart raced.

Through Freya’s flesh and rampage.

He had lived his life as he was pleased.

He had never encountered a natural enemy.

So this feeling was completely new to him.

“W, wh, what?”

He replied, biting his tongue in confusion.

Cold sweat began to form on his forehead.

His breath hit in his throat.

He couldn’t look him in the eye.

His body trembled so violently that the wind could blow him away.

It seemed like the surrounding sounds were gradually fading away.

“Gaiord was a valiant warrior. He could not stand injustice, and if he owed a debt, he would repay it without fail.”

Havel respected Gaiord more than anyone else.

He did not look down on people because they were weak.

If someone needed help, he would go out of his way to assist them.

That’s why Havel couldn’t tolerate this.

His descendant, who was indebted to him, was such a despicable man.

How could he tolerate it?

“I was going to let you off with a warning.”

Havel loosened his grip on the sword hilt.

Then he swung the scabbard around at an invisible speed.

To Paiod, the sound was like a death knell.

“I can’t bear to see you living like this.”

It seemed like he had to repay a debt from 100 years ago.

Havel, who had entered grumpy mode, slowly approached.

There was nothing Paiod could do in front of him.

He just watched the swinging scabbard blankly.

All he could do was scream his lungs out.