I Regressed to My Ruined Family Chapter 227

#When I returned, my family was ruined (228)

The black scales shining under the torch instantly narrowed the distance. It was so incredibly fast that even the eyesight of a transcendental person could see it as blurry.

Ethan wasn’t embarrassed.

If it was your first time dealing with him, you might not know it, but he already had experience from his past life.

The memories of hunting down tyrants and other rulers were still vivid. A shell comparable to Ardenheit. Huge size and natural strength.

Not only that, it is a creature that skillfully utilizes mana as well.

That was the Iron Tyrant.

To humans, this creature was like a disaster. Countless cities burned under the tyrant’s feet, and even the Transcendent was devoured by him. A creature born arrogant and never avoids challenges to itself.

How did you kill him?

The outer shell, which was comparable to Ardenheit, was not something that even Ethan at that time could easily break through.

So, I beat him with a new sword for four days.

It was only after receiving hundreds of sword strikes that the outer layer of the heart, which was its biggest weakness, burst. After that, it was so simple that it was boring. I plunged the divine sword into my heart and injected a lot of thick black salt.

So that heat hotter than lava can be transmitted to each and every blood vessel.

That is how the tyrant met his death.

The ending of this life won’t be much different.

Start by attacking the outer shell.

[Master, give me mana!]

Bbangi shouted urgently.

Even to the arrogant sword spirit, the monster running towards its owner was a being with such great power that it made him nervous.

And what’s even more terrible.

That monster’s entire body was filled with the energy of metal. Among them, there was an energy that was overly familiar to me. Ardenheit. It was clear that the metal of the gods had also been devoured.

If the master is defeated, his ending will not be much different from that.

Reason and reason will completely disappear, and you will reside in the body of a dragon race as one of the ordinary skins.

For Bbang, who had just begun to explore the world, it was an ending he did not want to even imagine. Fortunately, the owner immediately granted the request.

A huge amount of mana was invested into the sword body.

His role was simple. Raising Ardenheit’s performance to the limit by spreading the owner’s mana throughout the circuit. Mana dyed the entire sword surface thoroughly through the circuit.

Good luck!

The divine sword was burning. The monster was already right in front of us. Bbangi swallowed his saliva as the owner’s hand began to firmly grasp the handle. The new sword was clearly the most outstanding sword in the royal family, so much so that it could not have been more excellent.

[…I don’t know if I can pierce it.]

I wasn’t sure if even such a divine sword could rip that monster’s outer skin. That’s how hard the tyrant’s skin seemed.

It was a monster that had strengthened its outer shell to the limit by absorbing all the metals it said to last for at least several decades.

Moreover, this was Shingeom’s first real battle with his master. Don’t you usually deal with a suitable enemy in your first battle? This was common sense that even I, the sword spirit, knew.

Right then.

In an instant, the strength holding the sword handle increased explosively. All eight pills exploded. It wasn’t just strength that increased.

Eight rings meant that the mana stored was close to four times the amount of mana possessed.

Bbangi’s body trembled at the amount of mana that flowed in for an instant. It felt as if every single cell in my body was blooming.

It had such enormous potential.

Ethan’s new model has disappeared.

Before I knew it, he was jumping high into the sky. The distance from the tyrant narrowed in an instant. The chest where the dragon heart is located. It was a common weakness of the dragon race. Naturally, there were also means to protect weak points.

It was the layer of metal that had accumulated like sediment around the tyrant’s chest. It’s difficult to break through, but once you open the path to the heart, the battle will become twice as easy.

There was no hesitation.

“Hmph!”

He struck down the divine sword covered in flames. The tyrant’s movements were also agile.

In an instant, the amount of human mana increased enormously. The situation is that the mana is filled with a new sword, not an ordinary weapon.

That blow was not something to be taken lightly.

He quickly raised both hands to block his chest. The new sword and both arms collided.

bang!

A shock wave erupted that was enough to shake the entire tower. Ethan’s new model was pushed back by the impact.

It was the same for tyrants.

For a moment, the shock was so dizzying that I had to be pushed back seven steps before I was able to completely relieve the shock. The outer skin that I had been proud of my entire life was seen to be distorted and ugly. A faint shock and pain struck his mind.

‘…!’

It was a shock.

To him, humans were an infinitely insignificant species and nothing more than a tasty snack. Of course, I knew that even among those lower races, there were some with quite outstanding skills.

I had never faced a person who could cause me pain, and I thought I never would again.

But today I faced it.

An insolent prey that dares not even show its teeth to a predator and wounds it. The unexpected situation gave rise to momentary bewilderment and then huge anger.

―How dare you… I tried to show you mercy, but…

ugh!

The tyrant’s teeth gritted harshly. The kindness that had been shown to immediately rip out his head and give him a painless death has long since disappeared.

Anger enveloped the tyrant’s blood.

The rotation of the dragon blood accelerated even more. The pupils turned pale as if submerged in blue paint, and the muscles of the limbs began to swell to the point of tearing the outer skin. The heat that rose to the top of his head slowly eroded the tyrant’s reason.

-You arrogant low-ranking servant. I will rip your limbs apart and eat all your internal organs.

“Who has anything to say?”

The tyrant’s body was nothing short of a treasure trove of resources. The outer skin, which is equivalent to Ardenheit, will be peeled off sparingly, and the blood containing the enormous energy of mana will be used as a magical material, and the tough blood vessels flowing through its body can be used to make various types of weapons.

The price tag attached to the ruler of the dragon tribe would easily exceed 10,000 platinum coins. It was like a walking treasure trove. The divine sword overflowing with white flame and both arms began to clash violently.

* * *

Bbangi, the spirit in charge of Ardenheit, was feeling surprised at every moment of the battle. The Iron Tyrant was a creature with a shell that was tougher, harder, and stronger than any other creature he had encountered.

Even the spirits who take pride in having the potential of the best metal on the continent are naturally worried about how they can deal with such a monstrous creature.

If the duke were to be defeated…

he would have no choice but to become part of that monster’s body without even his form remaining. In a way, it was natural to feel worried.

However, as the battle progressed, Bbangi realized that all his worries were unfounded.

‘…Are all transcendents showing this level of skill?’

no.

Even though he did not have the experience of being held as a weapon in the hands of a transcendental person, the spirit was able to assert that.

If the Transcendent had been this strong, the dragons would have already been pushed back to the point of near extinction.

It was a question that could be easily answered just by thinking about the number of transcendental beings spread throughout the human world.

‘…skilled.’

In the end, a weapon is just a tool that moves in the hands of its owner. Because it was such a tool, it was able to examine its owner more objectively than anyone else. His master, the Duke, was a knight with a skill befitting his age. That was a fact that could be guessed just by looking at the way the Iron Tyrant was dealt with.

The tyrant was not simply a monster with a vicious body. It was an individual that had experienced a struggle among rough metal dragons since a very young age, and as such, it was also a very experienced dragon race with countless experiences in combat.

Quick movements that are completely unbecoming of his enormous size. The wide-range attack unleashed by its two fists and long tail was powerful enough that no knight could ignore it. If you were a normal transcendental person, you would have been pushed out badly unless you were at a higher level.

But the duke was different.

‘It’s not just one or two steps at most… it’s completely ahead.’

An enormous amount of mana exploded from the heart. After using it to temporarily catch up with the tyrant’s movements, he was able to parry the attacks very skillfully, as if he had predicted how the tyrant would move.

He dodges his tail, dodges his tightly clenched fist just short of an explosion, and strikes the exact same area with his sword over and over again.

No matter how hard the shell was, it couldn’t withstand the sword body made of Ardenheite multiple times. It started with a little incontinence. However, the result was growing uncontrollably, like a crack in a window starting to appear. The proof was that blue blood was slowly flowing from the tyrant’s arms.

It was a simple combat method that anyone could try, but it was surprising that the target was a tyrant. This was a combat method that could only be applied if you had the skill to see several moves ahead of your opponent.

A human who was at most 20 years old was fully familiar with the dragon race, having lived for more than several decades.

And so skillfully, as if he had experienced it before. Unless you have been holding a sword and accumulating experience since you were one year old, it would be normal to have a little over ten years of experience at most.

‘How… are you so skilled?’

It made me wonder if the owner was not a human, but a member of a different race disguised as a human.

But there was no possibility of that happening.

He had already completely examined the inside of his master. Except for the slightly strange ring of mana located near the heart, the owner was just an ordinary human being.

‘No, there is something quite special…’

Besides the mana ring, there was one more unique thing. That was his ‘blood’. The blood was strangely more viscous than normal human blood and had a glue-like consistency.

It was like troll-like blood, and the purpose of that kind of blood was…

slurp.

Slurp.

It was revealing its healing power, instantly covering everything from small wounds to serious injuries that left quite a bit of skin exposed. This was the reason why they were able to attack him without a single scratch despite the brutal wind pressure caused by the tyrant.

What on earth is this person?

The sword spirit had no choice but to revise his judgment. He was not simply a young and talented person.

It’s bizarre.

His master was a person who fit this phrase perfectly.