9th Class Sword Master: The Guardian of the Sword Chapter 289

Episode 289

Episode 101. Advance (5)

The generals whose bodies were cut in two held their breath for some time.

He would have been able to regenerate as much as he could if his magic power had been limited, but now he had no choice but to crawl on the floor and try to help Yuma.

It’s all about procrastinating like a trampled insect and expecting mercy from the person who cut it.

However, Yuma’s gaze looking down at them was also infinitely cold.

[Rakir. Did any of these guys take part in your family’s death?]

Yuma asked at once.

It was because he remembered that Rakir had once said that all of his family had died to the generals in the south.

Rakir did not answer for a while.

A Witchbeast from the southern part of the Underworld that has lived for over 2,000 years.

Like other demons, his life was all about fighting, eating, winning, losing, and being dominated by someone for 2,000 years.

Emotions such as joy, sadness, pleasure, and pain existed, but it was extremely rare for them to be ‘consumed’ during that long period of time.

Even if his family was killed, even if he was trampled on by a stronger demon tribe, he did not have any desire for revenge.

It was impossible anyway, and it was because other ordinary demons who were not of general level blood also went through similar things.

It was a natural phenomenon for demons to be trampled on by stronger demons.

So, no matter how long the demons have lived, most of them could not sympathize with the feelings of others.

You don’t have to think about the feelings of other beings when you don’t even know your own feelings.

Still, Rakir was grateful for being able to become a high-level demon.

[My lord, that’s…]

But for some reason, when I saw the lord who was just trying to take care of his revenge, somewhere in my heart was filled with tears.

The faces of family members who died 700 years ago and are now hard to remember were drawn blurry.

Also, I thought I could understand why the master asked such a question.

[Tell me, Rakir. Why are you crying without answering?]

[Huh? Am I crying?]

[Yes.]

[Don’t lie. What are the tears of the demons?]

It was a lie.

Rakir raised his hand and touched his eyes. Hot tears, of course, didn’t flow, and I could only feel the coldness of my cold skin.

food. When Rakir lightly snorted, Yuma smiled as well.

Soon, Rakir pointed at one of the generals with his finger.

[The author seems to have something to do with it.]

The person pointed out was one of the southern generals who escaped.

The general opened his eyes and met Rakir’s. At the same time, he shook his head, but his expression was unfair, as if he had nothing to do with it.

[What are you talking about! Rakir! I didn’t kill your brother!]

As he was a general in the south, he knew at least Rakir’s name. It was recognized that he was a fairly usable guy among the upper-class demons in the south.

It wasn’t actually him who massacred Rakir’s family seven hundred years ago.

[that’s right. You didn’t kill my brother. Although I laughed at my brother’s death at the time.] [What?] [Of course you don’t remember. It’s not particularly important.

I don’t have any resentment or feelings toward you.] [But why did you point to me!] [Just.] Rakir shrugged his shoulders as he answered, and the general’s eyes shook.

[okay? That’s the guy who laughed at the death of your family.]

[Yes, Lord.]

[Then, take care of that guy yourself.]

After answering that, Yuma activated Amulla’s predation with an expressionless face.

[Buy and save!]

Overwork! Good luck!

Amulla devoured the three generals greedily, meaning that the one he ate earlier was not enough.

Every time the beak, which spread like wings, moved, a painful sound flowed out.

And just as Rakir was about to devour the chosen general, Yuma pulled Amula like a leash.

Amulla opened and closed her snout like a mad dog right in front of the general’s nose, expressing regret.

The shadow of Rakir was cast over the severed body of the general.

[May I do as I please?] [Sure.] [They can serve as food for the master.] [Even if I eat a lot of them now, I don’t feel much stronger. It’s just for relaxation.]

[I see.]

Rakir’s body was covered in black light. When the light disappeared, Rakir, who had transformed into his body, was revealed.

Rakir threaded the creature through his huge claws like a fork into meat and swallowed it in one bite.

Since he wasn’t the owner of Amoula, eating him didn’t make Rakir stronger.

Rakir explained that this was the most miserable death among demons and changed his form back to human form.

[Thank you, lord.] The

western demons watching this scene with bated breath didn’t even have the heart to run away. To them, Yuma seemed to be more than a demon.

The purple flames flickering in Yuma’s eyes disappeared.

When the magic eye was lifted, the sky, which had been dyed in deep purple, slowly began to return to its original dark light.

When the sky completely cleared, the power of limiting magical power disappeared. Yuma shook his head feeling a little tired.

jerk jerk.

Yuma moved to the wreckage of Casillim, which collapsed in a mess.

Five generals died like poor game. There was not a single demon who would not kneel to Yuma even after watching it with both eyes.

[I will spare you as promised.]

After Yuma’s words fell, the demons each expressed their gratitude for mercy and lowered their eyes.

Even the demons, who had dug a hole to escape the chaos and hid, came up to the ground and knelt before Yuma.

[I will appoint Rakir as Lord of the West and the South.]

It was an unconventional declaration. None of the demon kings had ever ruled the two territories.

Besides, it was unimaginable that a high-ranking demon was given such rights. However, there were no demons who could speak to Yuma’s words now.

[Are they giving you the position of demon king already?]

[You, too, must be strong to take on the position.]

Yuma and Rakir went into Casillim’s bones. All along the way, the demons who knelt down showed respect and loyalty to Yuma.

[Everyone go outside Kasilim’s bones.]

As Yuma ordered, the demons hurriedly ran outside.

Soon the two reached the depths of Casillim’s bones, where the throne to the west lay.

[That must have belonged to Goode,”

said Yuma, pointing to one of the batons placed next to the throne. It was a baton with a black crystal that condensed magical power.

[This is the first time I’ve seen anything from the King of the West. Its name is probably Quitel.]

The lords of all four corners of the underworld each had an object that symbolized their royal authority.

In the south, there was a necklace-shaped marillais, in the west, a baton Quitel, and in the north, an armor named Illamino.

In the east, there was no king’s goods because Haider killed and destroyed kings in the past.

[It’s an artifact. What is the ability?]

[I understand that all of the king’s items greatly enhance the owner’s magical power.]

[Hmm? I’ve never felt that kind of feeling even with Marilace.] [Because

it’s a basic thing to have infinite magic power as long as you become the owner of Amola. Magical power is also a sub-concept of authority.]

[I see. You need to get stronger too, so I’ll hand that over to you.]

[That originally belonged to the king of the west.]

Bah!

When Yuma treated Rakir in the human world, he slapped him in the back of the head. Rakir scratched his head and carefully held the Quitel in his hand.

Then a new horn sprouted from Rakir’s forehead. It was the same shape as the horns Goode had.

[Oh…!]

[How is it? Are there any changes?]

[Yes! I can definitely feel that my mana has increased many times more than before.]

[I understand. There will be no use of the throne designated by Amanzo this time either. Crush all of Casillim’s bones with new powers.]

Rakir wrapped magic around his baton and started shooting magic. The first to be dusted was the lavishly decorated throne of the west.

Soon after, Kasilim’s bones completely collapsed and their original form was lost.

Rakir knelt down to Yuma with a slightly flushed face.

[Master. Build me a new throne. And give me another title.]

The kings of the underworld all had a special title. Dirty M-Pei, cold-hearted Gud gentleman Galos.

For the same reason that the king had no belongings, the lord of the east had no tinnitus. The current monarch, Niacle, was just Niacle.

If you’re unlucky, you can’t use a name like Niackle, who will die soon, for Haider.

Yuma pondered for a moment before opening his mouth.

[Rakir, the one who came back to life.]

After answering that, Yuma waved his hand and exerted his power. The shattered remains of Casillim floated into the air and began to take shape again.

Koo Goo Goo!

The demons, including Rakir, opened their eyes wide and cheered when the power of regeneration began. The stiff pieces whirled around and settled down.

The newly created throne was larger and grander than before, and resembled a castle in the human world.

[Your master’s taste seems to have been reflected a lot.]

[Don’t you like it?]

[I’m just admiring this Rakir.]

Rakir, who came back to life like that, became the ruler of the west and south. It was the first case in the underworld that he became a monarch without being appointed by the demon god Amanzo.

[Now hit the north.]

[Gentleman Galos is the strongest among demon lords.]

[I don’t think there’ll be any problem if he loses by tying up his magic like this time.] [

He’s famous for handling weapons well. That’s why his nickname is Gentleman. Most of the strong demons don’t use tools well, but he uses his sword elegantly.]

Hearing that, Yuma came to mind the testimony of Calsis.

On the first day they arrived in the East, Yuma had a history of fighting Gallos in an unconscious state.

Calcis had expressed that it was like a grandmaster fighting at the time.

‘생각해 보면 갈로스 그 개새끼 때문에 나탈리의 생사를 걱정하 느라 마음을 졸였었지. You’re pissed off.’

Galos had fought similarly with Yuma, but when Calsis appeared, he took Natalie and ran away.

Fortunately, Natalie fell off a cliff because of her injury, but after that, Natalie and Yuma were forced to go through twists and turns of separation.

[Rakir. Take a day off at the new citadel and head north. During that day, choose someone to replace you in your absence. You can appoint an adjutant.]

[Yes, lord!]

While taking a break, Yuma thought about his future schedule.

‘It won’t be a problem to defeat the remaining demon lords. If I absorb Galos, I’ll become stronger… Alas, it’s a bit of a problem since we can’t predict how strong Joe’s body will be.’

Yuma also became a transcendent being, but Amanzo was a god anyway.

It was natural that he couldn’t decide how much power he would need to kill a god.

Even the magical power limiting power wouldn’t work on him. It is the authority of the same underworld demon.

Jjiik.

‘huh?’

Something stepped on Yuma’s foot, which hovered near the western throne.

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