The Swordsman Genius Returnee Even Swallows Immortality - The Swordsman Genius Returnee Even Swallows Immortality chapter 77

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Baldoran Tendard, the youngest Tendard tribe leader.

He couldn’t help but be shocked when Habel returned.

He had sent the Sword of the Stars just in case.

But what the hell? He had actually pulled out the real Sword of the Stars.

“…Are you really the messenger of the night?”

Baldoran asked him carefully, being respectful.

There was no trace of the belittling behavior he had shown before.

Habel laughed shortly at the sight.

“That depends on what you think.”

That’s how faith worked.

No matter what the object of faith did.

It was up to the believer to decide.

Baldoran clenched his fists.

Maybe the youngest Tendard, who had always been grinning.

Perhaps I’ve just grabbed hold of a lifeline from heaven.

‘But it won’t be an easy path.’

Habell declared war in front of the other gathered tribes.

The faith of the God of Night is certainly deeply ingrained in all of Crow.

However, even so, they will not easily give it up, even for their own interests.

The youngest, Tendarr, is the weakest of the five tribes.

If Badkemun or Lonnir were to receive the Night Lion’s choice, they would seize the island in an instant.

The youngest, Tendarr, has nothing but legitimacy and no power.

‘There’s no way Badkemun and Lonnir will stand idly by.’

They will attack Tendarr somehow in order to seize legitimacy for themselves.

And the moment they cannot withstand that attack.

‘Tendarr could very well have been wiped out.’

That thought flashed vividly through Baldoran’s mind.

‘And the first one to be targeted will be.’

Habell, the Night Lion.

Baldoran’s eyes hardened.

The wind began to blow toward Tendarr.

The youngest, Tendarr, has always been the one to watch.

Now this is an opportunity to change the youngest, Tendarr, all at once.

Baldoran had absolutely no intention of missing this opportunity.

“Gather, tribesmen.”

He had to let them know, the ones who had always been on the receiving end.

This opportunity for the youngest, Tendarr, to unify the tribes.

* * *

While Baldoran was busy moving around.

Habell was trying to undo his transformation.

Habell’s aura, he could maintain his gigantic transformation for the rest of his life.

But he wondered what would happen to the Star Sword he was holding.

Just like that, the moment Habell shrank back down on the field.

Habell looked at the Star Sword he was holding and let out a short exclamation, “Oh.”

That’s because the Star Sword also shrank along with Habell as he undid his transformation.

‘It’s definitely not an ordinary sword.’

Furthermore, this sword actually consumes evil.

‘If I had to make a comparison, it would be similar.’

Just as Habell swallows evil, the sword also swallows evil.

This sword was clearly a sword that could only be wielded by those who possess evil.

No wonder the Crows couldn’t draw the sword.

They are Evil-kind, so they do have evil within them.

But that evil is directly connected to life for Evil-kind.

They wouldn’t have been able to pour out their life force just to draw a sword.

‘The God of Night.’

Havel scratched his chin as he looked at the sword.

Instead of the God of Night, a strange guy had briefly glanced at it.

He wondered for a moment if there was such a thing as a god in this hierarchy.

“Should I try it out?”

“What?”

Elassia asked innocently.

Havel, who had been staring at her, shrugged as if it were nothing.

Well, if he told her, she would probably say she would quietly go down the tower.

This guy is useful for tracking down Baria and Memento Mori.

So I need to keep him around until then.

“Vallop, what about Pyode?”

Havel asked Vallop as he put the sword in his belt.

Vallop, who had been scooping up a grape as big as himself with a wooden spoon, pointed in one direction.

“As Lord Havel said, he is training with the tribesmen.”

“Is he fighting properly?”

“Yes, he is your brother, after all. He fights well, using his small size to his advantage. The tribesmen are also having a good experience.”

It seems that he has certainly caught fire.

Havel nodded with a satisfied expression.

I’ll leave that as it is.

Now, it’s time for me to move on.

“Lord Havel, where are you going?”

At that moment, Owen, who had noticed Havel’s expression, asked.

“Oh, I’m going to another tribe.”

Owen’s eyes widened.

“Yes? Didn’t you just go to find the sword? Shouldn’t you be waiting for the tribes to make their move?”

“If I wait for that, Baria will be killed by Memento Mori.”

Havel had no intention of waiting forever.

In the first place, this is not something that should be waited for.

Before the chaos subsides, it must be ignited first.

“So I’m going to go and come back. Tell the chief of the tribe what happened.”

“How do you plan to do that? Please tell me that at least.”

Owen asked, wondering what he should do.

Why is he so worried?

“Well, I have to hit the chief of that tribe.”

Owen froze at the answer.

As expected, Havel was relentless.

“And before that, I’m going to go into the tribe’s territory and scream that the Night Lion has appeared.”

And soon, Owen realized Havel’s intentions.

The Night Lion had declared that he would unite the Tendaro tribe.

To show all the tribesmen that he came to do it.

At the same time, what if he also took down the chieftain!

It was a perfect example of absorbing the tribe.

However, there was one problem with this.

Another tribe could raid Tendarr while Habel was away.

Since Habel had announced that he belonged to Tendarr.

The one who consumes Tendarr would soon possess the Night Lion.

The one who claims and devours everything is the master.

“So you, Pyord, and the youngest chieftain, Baldoran, must protect it well when I’m gone.”

“For some reason, I don’t think my life will be very long.”

“Of course not.”

You shouldn’t have mentioned your life when you joined me.

Habel continued walking as Owen sobbed.

Then he grabbed Ellasia, who was trying to sneak away, and put her on his side.

Because an interpreter is necessary.

“Ha, Lord Habel, I’m not the Night Lion, am I?”

“Yes, you are. You’re an interpreter for the Night Lion.”

Ellasia didn’t say anything else with a sad face.

Because she knew it was useless to talk to Habel.

“I’ll be back.”

Habel left those words and started running through the forest.

Ellasia, who had been given up, was naturally carried back onto Habel’s.

“So where are we going first?”

Ellasia didn’t know which tribe Habel was after.

Because he had suddenly told her.

So when she asked, Habel answered.

“First, Bardcommon. We’ll hit them first.”

“What? One of the biggest tribes?”

“I have to hit the biggest guy so the little guys will know better.”

“But if you do that, won’t the balance collapse and Lonnir run wild?”

Ellasia is smart like a wizard.

Thanks to that, she knew that this would only work once.

No matter how divine a lion is, every tribe cherishes its own.

If Habel suppresses Bardcommon, the first one, with the power of the Night Lion.

Of course, the other tribes would not struggle like that.

It was obvious that blood would be shed in the process.

Ellasia had that in mind.

“Don’t worry. I’ll finish it before the rumor spreads.”

Ellasia became quiet.

Well, if it’s Habel, he’ll really do it.

Havel ran for some time.

The Bardkamen tribe’s territory began to come into view.

It was a distance that would have taken an average tribesman several days to cover.

However, Havel arrived in less than an hour.

If Elasia had felt the distance, she would have been devastated.

“I see it!”

But she was used to being carried by Havel and didn’t know it.

She was adapting to Havel in her own way.

“I’ll enlarge.”

“Yes, sir!”

Elasia dropped from Havel’s back.

Then she floated into the air.

As Elasia ascended, Havel’s body began to grow rapidly.

Elasia made a curious expression as she looked again.

No wonder, since her clothes had also enlarged without any problems.

It showed how high Havel’s materialization was.

Thud!

Before they knew it, Havel was as tall as the tribesmen and stood tall among the trees.

As Elasia settled on his shoulder, Havel took a stride.

Havel left the forest and entered the territory.

“Caw?”

The tribesmen began to look around.

In the distance, the stone raven symbol of Bardkamen could be seen.

It seemed like they had arrived properly.

“Cover your ears.”

Elasia immediately covered her ears and activated a spell to reduce the noise.

Havel took a deep breath.

Then he inspired at them with all his might.

“Tribesmen of Bardkamen!”

Havel’s voice reverberated through the entire Bardkamen territory.

The doors of the Bardkamen houses opened one after another at the huge voice.

Those who heard it from the front fell down foaming at the mouth.

The houses inside those were relatively fortunate.

“Welcome the messenger of the God of Night!”

Havel shouted, drawing the Star Sword from his waist.

Following his cry, the tribesmen’s eyes were fixed on the Star Sword.

Have the Star Sword infused with evil at the right time.

Then the Milky Way began to shine brightly from the Star Sword.

“It’s true.”

“It’s the rumored messenger of the God of Night!”

If the news had spread like wildfire, they would be recognized as Havel.

As the saying goes, birds hear daytime conversations and mice hear nighttime conversations.

The messenger must have been quite fast, as he wasn’t a crow.

I will formally challenge the chief to a duel for the tribe.”

The expressions on the tribesmen’s faces changed drastically.

Those who didn’t deeply believe in the gods frowned as if they were angry.

On the other hand, those who believed in the gods acted as if it were something that had to be done.

They folded their hands together and even prayed.

First, the Bardcommon tribe was the largest tribe in the area.

Naturally, it was enormous and had a wide range of tribesmen.

Havel smiled as he observed their conflicting natures.

Even if the chief were to be defeated, Bardcommon wouldn’t surrender immediately.

However, it would certainly sow the seeds of civil war.

Nothing shook a tribe as much as differing opinions.

Havel took a step forward, his sword drawn.

The confused tribesmen were in an uproar.

It was understandable, as Havel had moved before the decision had been made from above.

They didn’t know what to do.

And among them.

As soon as he saw Havel, one of them ran off somewhere.

Havel caught sight of him with his sharp eyes.

“Elassia, chase that guy with light magic.”

Elassia followed Havel’s instructions and immediately used tracking magic.

Then, a relatively small light appeared to the tribesmen, and a strong light appeared to where Havel was going.

Havel naturally follows the light.

Wherever Havel went, there was a commotion.

Some even knelt and prayed.

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‘Indeed, I can see why that bastard Valdoran fears Bardcommon.’

Looking at Bardcommon, Havel was reminded of the primitive kingdom.

From the market area to the living quarters and the farming.

This was hardly a mere tribe.

It should be called a kingdom.

With such a large gap, it was no wonder that Valdoran was afraid.

Then, a particularly large building caught Havel’s eye.

That’s right.

That’s where the chief is.

That was the moment.

Someone leapt from the building’s wall.

As Havel watched, a tribesman from the Crow tribe appeared before him.

Wings that were larger than any other Crow tribesman.

A large physique.

He wore something that looked expensive around his waist, and he even had a gold band around his neck.

“I am Khan, the great warrior of the First Bardcommon who will conquer the world, the Lion of the Night.”

Havel made a cold expression as he watched the guy introduce himself.

When the chieftain was supposed to come out, this guy came out instead.

“The chieftain sent me to stop your rampage.”

As he said that, he drew his sword from his waist.

“So right now…”

Havel raised his hand without listening any further.

Khan didn’t recognize Havel’s hand at all.

Then, belatedly, he realized that Havel was holding onto his blade.

“What are you…”

And before he could continue his sentence.

Screeeech!

The blade of the sword slowly bent along Havel’s hand.

It was the high-strength iron sword that the Bardcommon was proud of.

Khan’s expression was absent-minded.

However, havel shook his hand as if he had folded paper and said,

“If you don’t want to be folded like that, bring the chieftain.”

Khan seemed like he would fold even better than iron.