The Swordsman Genius Returnee Even Swallows Immortality - The Swordsman Genius Returnee Even Swallows Immortality chapter 65

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It was the second day since the climbers had been waiting before the altar.

They kept a fire burning and waited for the one with the golden raven to appear.

A rare chance to go up to the 72nd floor.

It was an unspoken rule not to sneakily climb up behind them.

But the climbers, who were desperate to climb the tower, didn’t really care.

At that moment.

“Wh, what the?”

Someone looking up at the sky exclaimed involuntarily.

At the moment they looked up one by one, following the sound.

“Wh, what the, a raven?!”

Others let out similar exclamations mixed with screams.

No wonder, up in the sky.

A huge raven suddenly soared into the sky.

The climbers were surprised by the raven that had suddenly appeared from the grove of trees.

“Th, that’s the golden raven!”

Someone spotted the golden feathers around the raven’s neck.

At the same time, the climbers noticed a person clinging to the raven’s feathers.

“He’s going to the altar!”

“Hey, if they’re going, take us too!”

They had already lost all shame and their eyes were bloodshot.

The altar was where the golden raven was offered.

No one except the one inside the altar was allowed to enter.

But they couldn’t just die in front of the altar.

If you set foot on the altar for more than 10 minutes without an offering.

A monster would appear.

That monster had killed several 7th-rank climbers.

That was why the climbers had been waiting outside the altar.

However, the climbers no longer had time to be picky.

The seventh-rank, lunar period of the raven was different from the outside.

Even so, there was still a week left until the full moon.

The climbers who didn’t want to waste time were desperate.

However, their mad dash was in vain.

The golden crow, flying through the sky, reached the altar with ease.

The golden crow was just that fast.

“Ugh, dammit!”

“We missed our chance again.”

The climbers felt their strength drain from their bodies.

However, some of them refused to give up and ran up the steps.

It was only natural since the entrance to the altar at the top of the steps was still open.

“Haa, Sir Havel, there are climbers coming up from below!”

Balob, who had just arrived at the altar after a fierce battle, shouted at Havel.

“Ugh, wha, wait.”

The wind mage covered his mouth and his stomach churning from the intense speed.

The same went for Paiod, who was standing next to him.

He was holding onto the wall, trying to catch his breath.

Havel spoke, thinking them to be weaklings.

“It doesn’t matter. I’ll wait for 10 minutes.”

“Yes?”

Balob looked back at Havel, wondering if he had misheard him.

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However, Havel’s eyes were sincere.

“W, what do you mean? If you wait 10 minutes, that guy will come out!”

“That’s what I’m waiting for.”

Havel plopped down in front of the golden crow.

“The seventh-rank climbers were too scared to do anything about it, so it’s perfect for making a name for myself.”

“A, are you saying you’re going to catch someone you don’t have to catch?”

“No, I have to catch it.”

Balob’s face turned pale.

He regretted not running away when he had the chance.

“A, and that guy’s materials are expensive, a, and they sell well.”

In the meantime, Paiod, who had finally regained his senses, spoke, wiping his mouth.

It seemed that vomiting up the dirt had cleared his mind.

“Can I take that guy down?”

Paiod asked enthusiastically.

He had planned to have Paiod do it from the beginning.

He was a little impressed that he had volunteered to do it himself.

“Paiod, do you know that the difficulty of the tower changes?”

Paiod looked back at Havel.

Judging by his expression, it seemed to be the first time he had heard of it.

Then again, not many people knew about it.

“The Tower adjusts its difficulty level based on the level of those who enter the Tower.”

“What?”

Pyode had an expression as if he had never heard of this before.

“For the past few months, I was away from the Tower. Thanks to that, other climbers have been climbing up smoothly with an easy difficulty level.”

Pyode’s pupils shouted violently.

It was because he belatedly understood the meaning of those words.

For a while, there had been sporadic news that the difficulty level of the Tower had increased.

Back then, he had turned a deaf ear to it and ignored it.

He recalled that the news had come a few months ago.

“Now that I’m back, the Tower has increased its difficulty again.”

That was why the Golden Crow had displayed such ridiculous escape abilities.

“If you feel like you’re going to die, I’ll save you.”

“…It’s certain that I won’t be able to live my life.”

He muttered with a look of despair.

“Oh, uh, Hyeongnim, cheer up! I’ll be cheering you on!

In case sparks flew, Balob quickly grabbed Pyode by the collar.

Balob was the type of person who valued his life the most.

“Then you, stop those guys from coming up to our altar.”

“Yes, yes?”

At Habell’s instruction, Pyode looked at where Habell was pointing.

There, the climbers were running up the stairs like crazy.

“Aren’t there too many of them?”

Balob said with a face that had turned pale.

At that, Habell merely let out a laugh.

“Know this. If even one of them gets in here, you will fight alongside Pyode.”

Without even replying, Balob swung his wind magic towards the bottom.

He seemed determined to stop them even if it meant wringing out all of his mana.

Watching him fight desperately, Habell waited leisurely.

***

It had been about 10 minutes since Balob had been whipping up the wind.

“They’re coming.”

When Pyode gripped his dagger and longsword tightly with a nervous expression.

The voices of the adventurers below could be heard.

“It’s been 10 minutes. Let’s run away!”

“Dammit, he’s coming!”

The climbers began to form a line at the bottom of the stairs.

Then, at some point, even Balob’s wind gradually began to die down.

Balob stepped back with a very nervous expression.

“Ah, I stopped anyone from coming up!”

When Balob asked if he could leave now, Habell nodded his head.

“Can you do this alone?”

“I will.”

Pyrod, holding two swords in both hands, stood before the altar.

Then, between the stairs where the climbers desperately fled.

A jet-black liquid began to pour out.

“Gyaah!”

A climber who failed to dodge the pouring liquid was caught up in it.

As soon as he touched the liquid, he was instantly sucked into it.

Havel saw it, jumped lightly, and grabbed the back of the man’s neck.

Then he threw it out lightly.

“This is not your time. Get lost.”

The man who had fallen to the floor ran away again, swallowing a scream.

Meanwhile, the liquid gradually increases in size.

Before long, when the liquid had become as large as the altar.

A head shot up above the liquid.

71st Floor.

The Primordial Crow.

The Primordial Crow, who had been dormant in the altar, revealed its form.

At that moment, Pyrod kicked the altar and climbed up.

A crimson aura flowed around his body.

He had begun to use Berserk.

However, the Primordial Crow had no intention of just watching his approach.

Jet-black bars sprang out of the Primordial Crow’s body.

In front of the bars flying in the air.

Pyrod swung his khopesh to the side.

Kaboom!

At that moment, Pyrod’s direction changed with the sound of an explosion in the atmosphere.

Quickly dodging the bars, he swung the dagger he held in his other hand in the opposite direction.

Boom!

With a series of explosions, Pyrod moved forward.

It was a way to change direction by condensing and detonating aura.

Boom!

And as if to prove that he could also accelerate.

Pyrod flew up in an instant with his khopesh swung.

Thanks to this, he broke through the Primordial Crow’s fierce attack and reached the top of its head.

However, the opponent was an ominous being made of both liquid and solid at the same time.

As soon as Pyrod’s feet touched it, the black liquid immediately tried to swallow him.

But Pyrod was not an easy opponent.

He immediately thrusts out his dagger and sword while crossing them.

Boom, clang, boom, boom!

With a deafening roar, the body of the Primordial Raven was torn apart.

The liquid was too weak to withstand Pyord’s fierce attack.

‘Is he really Freya?’

It may sound absurd to Habell, but the Freya race is different from birth.

Their bodies are close to the most perfect that humans can achieve.

What’s more, Pyord inherited the blood of the great warrior Gaiod.

Naturally, his skills were among the top even among climbers.

However, there was a separate problem.

No matter how much he tore at the body of the Primordial Raven.

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It was only a fraction of it.

The Primordial Raven flaps its wings.

At that moment, Pyord quickly ducked his body down.

He almost lost his head.

However, he lost his balance because of that.

Pyord had to twist his body and quickly descend.

“Tsk, it’s so damn big.”

Pyord clicked his tongue as he looked up at the Primordial Raven.

The Primordial Raven was of an immense height and size.

Perhaps because of that, the damage he had inflicted was not visible.

Even with his desperate attacks, it was too unscathed.

Pyord gritted his teeth.

It won’t do.

He needed more firepower to bring it down.

He couldn’t defeat it with this.

“Pyord.”

At that moment, Habell called out to Pyord.

As Pyord listened, Habell transmitted his voice clearly from afar.

“The way you’re fighting now is not against a monster, but against a human.”

Pyord paused.

He too was a climber who had reached the 7th stage.

Naturally, he had encountered numerous monsters and defeated them.

However, this was the first time he had ever fought something this big.

Furthermore, Pyord had been the head of the Rokload for some time.

Naturally, he had more experience in human combat than with monsters.

“You can go all out against something like that.”

Habell’s next words brought him to his senses.

“…I see.”

Pyord finally realized his mistake.

He sheathed his dagger and gripped his greatsword instead.

At that moment, a scarlet aura surged from the blade even more violently.

From the surging aura, the unmistakable form of a greatsword began to take shape.

It was the result of Fayod striking the aura with all his might.

Meanwhile, the wings of the Primordial Raven poured down towards Fayod.

The wings, somewhere between liquid and solid, split into tens of thousands of tendrils like tentacles.

Before that.

Holding the giant greatsword, Fayod pulled his hind legs back.

At the same time, he clashed against the greatsword that was about to explode like a bomb.

A single blow with all his might.

Freya Style Berserk Technique

Mountain Cleaver

Kwaa-aah!

It was the moment when Fayod unleashed a full-force blow for the first time in his life.