The Swordsman Genius Returnee Even Swallows Immortality - The Swordsman Genius Returnee Even Swallows Immortality chapter 89

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The cooperation of Elasia and Pyrod.

Habell, who had been watching it from afar, showed quite an interesting reaction.

‘They both act like enemies, but they work together quite well.’

Come to think of it, they were both leaders of a group.

That’s why they know how to adapt to each other.

However, the fact that they were not very good at writing bad luck held them back.

It was a little too early for them to take on the members of Memento Mori, who had been writing bad luck all their lives.

So Habell stepped up.

Apart from teaching them their actual experience, he didn’t intend to let them die.

“Let, let go!”

At that moment, Habell heard a voice.

There was Marymolly, a member of Memento Mori, with her nape grabbed.

It was she who had gone berserk due to the doll Ordin.

When she went berserk, even Barutogama, who was on the same side, ran away.

She was so berserk that she lost all sense of reason and destroyed everything.

But even she was just a child after being caught by Havel.

No matter how much she flailed her arms, Havel did not budge.

Creak!

At that moment, the threads from the cotton that Havel had spread began to unravel.

The threads stretched out towards Havel in a sly manner.

“The time for playing with dolls is over.”

But there was no way Havel would not notice it.

In an instant, Havel’s hand blade moved at a speed that Merimolly could not follow.

Swish!

Then, the threads that were trying to bind hadl were cut off at once.

The threads that were about to move became tens of thousands of strands.

Merimolally lost her mind when all of them were cut off in an instant.

She began to realize little by little what kind of monster was holding her now.

And soon, Merimolly’s pupils gradually grew larger.

Only then did she recall the appearance of Havel that she had heard of.

“Could it be, Havel?”

She usually did not speak unless she was berserk.

But she was muttering to herself.

She felt danger in this situation.

“It seems that Memento Mori is watching me very carefully.”

And as Havel confirmed it, her eyes trembled violently.

Havel, the hero who had created a new era.

Of course, he was a target of assassination for Memento Mori.

But when she actually saw him in front of her eyes, her thoughts changed.

He is dangerous.

Perhaps Memento Mori had chosen an enemy that should not have been turned into an enemy.

At least at this moment, Merimolly felt it for sure.

“Don’t worry.”

Havel spoke kindly to the frightened Merimolly.

“Anyway, whether you pay attention to me or not, I was planning to search you to the bottom.”

Havel was convinced.

The leader of Memento Mori was surely like the whisperers or the poison of God.

He must be the one who can deliver bad news.

‘And that guy who showed up last time, the one called the Devourer.’

The leader of Memento Mori is probably that guy.

Until now, the whisperers and the poison of God were only known to exist, but they were difficult to find.

However, if you are the leader of Memento Mori, it is different.

“If we beat the rest of Memento Mori, he’s sure to come out.”

“Good.”

Havel got into position with Merrymolly on his side.

“I had a lot of questions.”

As soon as Havel finished speaking, he kicked the ground.

“Whoa!”

Merrymolly screamed.

It was because of the sudden rush of speed that put a huge load on her body.

The moment Merrymolly’s consciousness flew away, unable to withstand the load.

Havel stood in front of the person who was watching this situation from the forest.

A man who looked like a black monkey.

It was Barutu, another member of Memento Mori.

He gasped at Havel’s appearance and grabbed his mace.

He wondered what was happening to Merrymolly’s giant doll.

Suddenly, a hole opened in his heart and a man appeared.

His silver hair, almost white, fluttered slightly.

“Ugh!”

Barutu, who saw it, suddenly felt an inexplicable headache.

His head was throbbing.

Barutu was bewildered because he didn’t know what this feeling was.

His memories flashed through his mind like a panorama.

The memory of the inn was not long ago.

He was eating diligently when the chef tried to pass the food to someone else.

When he saw it, he immediately snatched it away and ate it.

Then the man came over.

And he smashed his head down.

The memory of his head being smashed through the plank and deep into the ground.

The damp ground, the fading consciousness, and the hump.

Finally, the silver hair that was almost white.

The moment all the memories came flooding back, his eyes flashed open.

“You bastard, you’re that guy from back then!”

Barutu shouted, his face flushed with anger.

The man who had smashed his head into the ground that day was that man.

“Have you seen me?”

Havel looked at Barutu with curious eyes.

“This bastard smashed someone’s head into the ground and is acting innocent! Don’t you remember what you did at the inn!”

Havel threw Merrymolly aside and dug into his ear.

“I don’t.”

His expression was nonchalant.

“And would that be my fault? It’s probably because you’re so insignificant that you’re not memorable.”

Barutuga gnashed his teeth.

“This little punk.”

Rage dripped from his eyes.

Watching him, Havel loosened his tie slightly.

“You too, memento mori.”

Havel raised his hand and snapped his fingers.

“Come on. Let’s see what you can do.”

He was truly treating him as if they had never met.

Watching him, Barutuga’s anger flared up.

He would make him pay dearly for disregarding him.

Unlike before, he now had the Evil Blade.

His body suddenly lurched forward.

Boom!

Smoke rose from the floor.

In an instant, his body had tilted and reached right in front of Havel.

“B, Barutuga!”

At that moment, Mary Molly, who had been unconscious, regained her senses belatedly and was shouted at.

“Run away!”

But before her words could even reach him.

Barutuga was already thrusting his spear at Havel.

Clang!

A spear that held enough power to pierce through not just a human body, but anything that stood in its way.

However, the sound that rang out from the thrusting spear was the sound of it being blocked.

Barutuga’s eyes met what was beyond the spear.

And what he saw was his spear stopped by Havel’s index finger.

“Ugh, what the hell?”

Strange.

He was clearly only pushing his index finger out.

But his spear wasn’t moving forward at all.

The eyes of Barutuga, who had always been fearless and shook violently.

Even he couldn’t understand him before the sight.

His spear, the Evil Blade, contained an amount of evil that far surpassed ordinary evil.

And yet, the Evil Blade’s path was being blocked by a mere finger.

Of course, he couldn’t accept it.

But the spear had already been thrust out.

It was a point of no return once it was thrust out.

“Damn it!”

Cursing, Barutuga began to rotate his spear.

The added rotational force created a wind so strong that it could blow away everything around it.

At the same time, the size of Barutuga’s spear grew endlessly.

The trees were uprooted throughout, and the area was scorched.

“Ugh!”

Elassia, who was watching the sight, swallowed her saliva as she cast a defensive spell.

Behind her was Pyode, who also used all his strength.

The power is enormous.

If he had been just a little weaker, he would have been blown away.

However, even in such a storm, Havel was unscathed.

Only his hair fluttered.

He was still blocking it with his index finger.

At the moment he blocked it, he wondered if he hadn’t increased his power.

However, judging from his scorched surroundings, his power was clearly increasing.

He also felt the evil materials remaining in the staff being consumed at a rapid pace.

Creak, clank!

“This bastard!”

Barutoga gritted his teeth and cursed, pouring out even more evil materials.

The forest began to be shattered more and more.

Thud!

Then, a change gradually appeared on Havel’s side as well.

Havel’s fingers were being pushed back slightly by a little.

Barutoga’s eyes filled with strength.

He felt like his efforts were finally paying off.

He would break Havel’s fingers like this.

That was the moment he thought so.

‘What am I doing?’

Suddenly, this thought crossed his mind.

He was frustrated that he was doing this just to break a finger.

He began to feel sorry for himself.

And he realized.

If Havel moved even a little here, he would be shattered.

Swish.

Then his evil materials began to subside.

His fighting spirit was broken.

His octahedron lowered.

Once he realized it was a meaningless fight, it all became meaningless.

“Is it over?”

Havel didn’t care whether his will was broken or not.

He would, because he had literally just tested it.

“Damn it, monster.”

His fighting spirit may have been lost, but his eyes were still fierce.

Seeing that, Havel cleared his throat.

“What can I do about it?”

At that moment, a desolate aura poured out of Harbel.

Barrutoga flinched reflexively, and his face was filled with shock.

BAM!

With a loud noise, Barrutoga rolled on the floor.

“Ugh, uhh!”

Harbel walked over to Barrutoga, who rolled around with his face covered.

“I’m not done yet?”

Barrutoga’s face turned ghastly pale as Harbel smiled.

A naughty monkey is weak to a hawk.

“Hey, wait a minute!”

“Wait a minute is what.”

Harbel suddenly reached Barrutoga.

Then Barrutoga started when he lifted his leg.

“I, I was wrong!”

Harbel didn’t care.

BAM!

He brought his leg down, and Barrutoga screamed.

However, he brought it down next to Barrutoga’s head.

A footprint was dented into the ground.

If his head had been stepped on, his face would no longer exist.

Barrutoga gasped, his face filled with fear.

Harbel trampled on the footprint as he looked at him.

“How much can you tell me about Memento Mori?”

This was a warning.

Die here or die at the hands of Memento Mori.

Barrutoga’s eyes shook as he gulped.

He was contemplating.

“If you’re still thinking about it.”

Harbel decided not to give him any more time to think.

“Everything!”

Barrutoga shouted as if he was screaming.

“I’ll tell you everything!”

The answer was great.

“Really?”

The smile on Harbel’s lips looked exactly like a devil in Barrutoga’s eyes.

“So, tell me.”

I hope it’s a story worth my time.

Harbel could only wish.