The Swordsman Genius Returnee Even Swallows Immortality - The Swordsman Genius Returnee Even Swallows Immortality chapter 76

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A light suddenly fell from the center of the floating island.

The light was enough to draw the attention of all the crow tribes.

That was only natural since what was in the center of the island was none other than the Star Sword.

So each of the tribes hurriedly sent out their own special forces there.

It was because they wondered if perhaps someone had been chosen by the God of the Night.

“Over there! Someone’s there!”

And the moment each tribe’s special forces exited the forest almost simultaneously.

What entered their eyes was none other than a human male.

He was someone holding a single sword adorned with the Milky Way.

And the appearance of that sword was familiar to them as well.

The Star Sword.

It was clearly the sword of the God of the Night.

Their faces hardened in unison.

That was only natural since the one who had drawn the Star Sword was a human.

A human with a similar build to themselves.

The moment they realized that he had drawn the Star Sword, each tribe reacted in various ways.

“Oh, oh oh, a messenger of the God of the Night has descended!”

“How dare you!”

“Retrieve that sword at once!”

Their various exclamations burst out at once.

Because of that, each group was flustered.

That was because they had only just recognized each other.

Each tribe’s special forces hesitated.

The tribes were always fighting for tribal unification.

So if they moved rashly, they could clash here as well.

In the midst of the situation where they were sizing each other up.

A member of one tribe raised his hand.

“Excuse me, can I ask one question?”

He was a young-looking crow tribesman.

Habel gestured to Elacia.

At Havel’s instruction, Elasiya, who had climbed onto his shoulder, interpreted.

“Yes, do.”

Havel gave permission, and he began to question.

“Do you know what that sword you’re holding is?”

It was obvious that he was throwing out bait to confirm.

He must have thought that if he didn’t know, he could make a deal.

The other tribe’s special forces waited silently for Havel’s answer.

“Isn’t that the Star Sword that the Night God left behind?”

But the moment Havel’s answer came back, they pecked at each other.

As expected, the author knew everything.

That alone made the situation extremely troublesome.

“That sword is a very precious sword to our tribe. How can we receive a gift and transfer it?”

While all the special forces were pondering.

The guy who had been asking questions since earlier took the initiative.

The other tribe’s special force’s eyes turned gloomy as they noticed this fact.

Depending on the answer, they had an expression that they would not hesitate to fight.

Havel, who had been staring at them blankly, gave a slight smile.

“Do you know why there’s one tribe missing here?”

The tribesmen blinked as Havel asked.

Then their eyes gradually began to widen.

They belatedly noticed that one of the five tribes was empty.

Not there.

As Havel said, the youngest, Tendal, was not there.

“I am Havel of Vanpelion.”

Havel laughed with a sigh as he carried the Star Sword over his shoulder.

“And I am the Night’s Messenger who will choose the one who will unite all the tribes.”

The tribesmen expressed different emotions at Havel’s statement.

“Don’t make me laugh!”

A tribesman shouted.

He was a member of the Crow tribe, the first Bardkemmon.

Bardkemmon is currently fighting for control of the island with its second, Ronnir.

Bardkemmon, the first, has a lot of pride.

They always claim that Bardkemmon should be the one to unify the tribes.

And they have just as much power as they claim.

In such a situation, the Night God’s Messenger from the legend appears and chooses the youngest, Tendal.

Of course, it was something they could never tolerate.

“How dare you impersonate the Night God’s Messenger!”

And the second Ronnir, who was in the same situation as Bardkemmon, also expressed his anger.

“Kill him now!”

“Pay for the wrath of the Night God!”

The two most furious factions joined forces at that moment.

In any case, they intended to finish off Havel right here and now.

The two factions, who were closest to unifying the tribe, could not stand the fate of their tribe being decided by a single gnome.

Havel, who was watching the two of them, let out a stunned laugh.

He didn’t think the two powerful factions would be convinced by a legend.

However, there were some who didn’t accept it.

“What is this! To the messenger personally chosen by the God of Night!”

For some, this situation couldn’t have been better.

And they were the ones who had suffered the most from the power struggle.

Fourth Alante.

Like the youngest Tendarrs, they were weak in power.

They were the first to stand up for Havel and try to protect him.

As if the Night Messenger from the legend had actually appeared.

“Even if he is not qualified, how dare you call him an impostor! You should get rid of that disrespectful attitude right now!”

Alante, who was blocking Bardkamen and Lonnir’s way, expressed his anger.

Bardkamen and Lonnir glared at them.

“Alante, do you think a gnome like that could be the messenger of the God of Night!”

“He must have used some strange trick! Don’t make fun of the God of Night!”

“Do you think the God of Night is so easygoing! Aren’t you afraid of the severe punishment of the God of Night?”

In an instant, the ruins became noisy.

From Alante’s point of view, the youngest Tendarr was better.

The first and second always coveted their power.

On the other hand, Bardkamen and Lonnir wanted to maintain the existing ruling class.

Thanks to them, the surroundings were filled with the cawing of crows.

Just as Havel was about to shut the crows’ mouths,

“No matter what the situation, it seems that the God of Night has chosen the author.”

The crow that had asked Havel a question earlier opened its mouth again.

The eyes of the noisy crowd turned to him.

He was a man from the third faction, Gardan.

Gardan was a tribe that always remained neutral.

However, in reality, they were like tigers, always waiting for an opportunity.

Unlike other crows, the Gardan tribe stood out with their red feathers.

Their special force’s representative slowly smiled.

“First, I will report this fact to the tribal chief. I will tell him that the messenger of the God of Night has chosen Tendarr.”

In any case, the final decision is made by the tribal chiefs.

Everyone present knew that.

And this statement from the Gardan tribesman changed the situation acute.

War is clearly a conflict between powers.

However, in the midst of that confrontation of power, sometimes a single justification can turn the tide of war upside down.

When they are not mere monsters, but intelligent beings fighting.

Their beliefs are important to them.

A war without a proper cause is an act of betraying their beliefs.

And when a warrior loses their beliefs, they also lose their will to fight.

They refuse the orders of their superiors to regain their beliefs rather than the enemy in front of them.

Such a war can never be won.

That is why a proper cause is always important.

Habel knew this cause better than anyone else.

‘That is why Arahan was able to defeat the Beltaron Empire during the Unification War.’

The Beltaron Empire, which had driven other countries into a corner with numerous bombings.

Arahan was a gathering of heroes to defeat such Beltaron.

Of course, many people followed the actions of such heroes.

Even Beltaron, who had the ambition to rule the world, no matter what.

In the end, it was impossible to win against the whole world.

“Those who fear defeating the rotten from the inside. Victory does not exist from that point on.”

That was Habel’s theory, who experienced the Unification War.

The eyes of the tribesmen were hurriedly crossed.

The God of Night is the only faith for all the tribesmen.

The messenger of such faith has appeared.

Of course, it was clear that there would be a great shakeup from within.

From those who point fingers at Habel, like “he is not the messenger of the God of Night,” to those who believe that he is.

The ideologies and ideas of many people will clash and cause chaos.

That is why faith is scary.

It is the easiest way for the upper class to handle the lower beings.

On the other hand, it is a double-edged sword that can overthrow the upper class in an instant.

‘That is faith.’

So Habel did not believe in faith.

Even those who believed in God died infinitely miserably in the devil’s palace.

However, the world believes in the existence of God.

All the special forces here were aware of that fact.

No matter how much they deny it.

Habel’s existence will eventually lead to internal turmoil.

And if that turmoil cannot be stopped, the group will surely collapse.

Their gazes crossed.

From now on, there is only one way for them to resolve this situation.

They must bring Habel to their side.

Because a war without a proper cause can only end in defeat.

“Habel-nim, have you thought this far?”

Elasia, who noticed the situation, asked Habel carefully.

Then Habel spoke.

“I told you. War is my specialty.”

I spent all my prime in the Unification War.

This wasn’t even difficult.

“Everyone, fall back.”

“We will report the truth to the chieftain immediately.”

In the end, the situation changed abruptly in an instant.

How could Alantera not know?

As soon as the Gardan tribe intervened, the other two groups could not attack Havel.

The moment they attacked Havel, they would become the ones who killed the Messenger of the God of Night.

At that point, they would give other places a new excuse to use force.

The third Gardan tribesman knew this fact and used it cleverly.

‘That bastard’s got a good head on his shoulders.’

Unlike the two groups who just wanted to put out the immediate fire.

‘Now I know why he pretended to be neutral.’

I guess taking down Gardan won’t be the most difficult after all.

“Where are you going?”

But unfortunately, as I said before, we have more experience in war.

Havel called out to them as they turned to leave.

The tribesmen looked at him with curiosity.

These were the people who had just tried to kill Havel.

They couldn’t understand why he would stop them.

“Do you still not know who the Messenger of the God of Night is?”

A cunning smile spread across Havel’s lips.

If they went back now, all they would say is that the Messenger of the God of Night had appeared.

And that the Messenger of the God of Night had chosen Tendarr.

That’s all.

That wouldn’t be enough to shake all five tribes.

What was needed now was force.

He had to show them how dangerous the Messenger of the God of Night was.

To make them bow their heads and come inside first.

In war, there is no such thing as annihilation.

That’s because there is no reason to win in a war.

What is needed is subjugation.

That is the real purpose of war.

“Eek!”

Elassia hurriedly jumped off Havel’s shoulder, her robe fluttering.

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In the brief moment before she hit the ground,

Havel’s reflection flickered.

Not a single one of the tribesmen saw that sight.

Flap, thud!

At that moment, two sounds rang out simultaneously.

BAM!

And what echoed was the sound of someone collapsing.

The tribe members blinked.

They all had the same look in their eyes, as if they didn’t know what was going on.

But one thing was clear to them.

Bardkamen and Lonnir, who had just declared that they would kill Habel.

The leaders of the two factions.

The two of them, who had declared that they would turn back, were rolling on the ground.

And their foreheads were caved in.

The two men collapsed, unable to even groan.

The situation changed as soon as they saw them.

The two of them were the leaders of the special forces.

Of course, their skills were the best among the special forces.

Such people were rolling on the ground after being attacked by something they couldn’t even see.

Habel slowly looked around at all the tribesmen.

A shiver ran down their spines.

A gloomy wind blew past, shaking the trees.

The trees felt as if they had been caressed by the god of the night.

“Tell them exactly what I said.”

Habel smiled at the frozen tribesmen.

“Your five tribes will soon be united as one.”

The messenger of the god of the night was a hooligan.

A monstrously strong one at that.