Chapter 541

Tsk.

Raon briefly clicked his tongue while observing the Evil Goat Demon’s neck as he withdrew.

‘It was too shallow.’

He couldn’t swing the sword perfectly because he was protecting Runaan at the same time. Blood was gushing from the cut on the Evil Goat Demon’s neck, but the injury wasn’t that deep.

“Raon Zieghart.”

A delighted voice came from the Evil Goat Demon’s helmet.

“I knew you’d be here. I’ve been waiting for you.”

He spread his arms to welcome him while wiping the blood off his neck.

“Evil Goat Demon… No.”

Raon twisted his lips while watching the purple eyes glowing inside the Evil Goat Demon’s helmet.

“Should I call you Syria Sullion?”

“Huhuhu.”

The Evil Goat Demon took off his goat helmet. He had a refined appearance, but the way his lips curved into a deep smile looked like something was wrong with him.

“How did you figure it out?”

“Because you are the only one who can cause this shit.”

Runaan was engulfed in a black atmosphere after being forced to wear Baphomet's helmet, and he could feel Rokan and Clara’s presence from the other room. He could assume that they were unconscious.

The only person who could ruin House Sullion to that point was an insider, Syria Sullion.

‘It all makes sense now.’

He finally realized why the Evil Goat Demon felt familiar during their first encounter when he was trying to rescue Federick.

Ice Cream Girl!

Wrath flew at Runaan with trembling lips.

You irredeemable piece of garbage!

His intense bloodlust made it seem like he would have pulled Syria’s head off right away if only he had a body.

Raon furrowed his brow while looking at Runaan as her limbs trembled.

‘The Soul Offering Ceremony…’

She must’ve been fighting against the owner of the helmet, Baphomet, in her mental world, just like he’d fought against the draconian when he’d been kidnapped by Eden to be forced to wear the dragon’s helmet.

‘I need to help her.’

He wasn’t sure how he could help her, but he had to kill Syria Sullion as fast as possible and send her support.

He bit his lip and clenched the hand holding Heavenly Drive.

“You should be aware that I let you live back then. Why do you think I did that?”

“Shut up.”

“It was because I can see that happen.”

Syria raised his finger and pointed at Runaan, whose body was convulsing.

“I figured Runaan would become a Master even faster if she stayed with you. I actually helped you a lot in the past.”

He shook his hand, saying that Raon didn’t need to thank him.

“However, you aren’t needed anymore since my sister will break out of her shell today.”

Syria stomped the ground. Dark red combative energy burst from his spiky shoulders.

It felt like the heavy and ferocious wave of energy was tearing his skin apart.

Shring!

Raon unsheathed the Blade of Requiem with his left hand.

‘He’s powerful.’

It was unsure whether he’d been hiding his power or he’d gotten stronger in the meantime, but Syria’s energy wave was even more powerful than Cloud, the Holy Sword Alliance master’s disciple.

However, Raon wasn’t afraid of him at all.

Whir!

The emotion of wrath dwelling at the bottom of his soul leaped upwards like fireworks and spread all around his body.

His heart pounded rapidly to the point of bursting, and he felt like an unknown monster was taking over his body.

Wrath. The wrath he’d received from Wrath was connecting with his emotions, which wanted him to rampage like crazy.

“Why is the Evil Goat Demon here?! Moreover, that’s Runaan!”

Martha’s eyes trembled while looking back and forth between Syria and Runaan.

“Runaan’s parents are over there. I want you to rescue them.”

Raon pointed at the room on the left side, where Rokan and Clara were lying unconscious, and told her to rescue them.

“Wh-what about me?!”

Dorian pointed at himself from above the ground.

“The warriors from House Sullion are soon going to barge in. Stop them from coming this way.”

“U-understood.”

Dorian nodded and blew a long whistle.

Peeep!

The sound echoed endlessly.

“Is that…?”

“We made it while you were missing. The entire Light Wind division is going to arrive soon.”

Martha told him to believe in them and jumped towards the collapsed wall.

“So neither of us have much time on our hands.”

Syria extended his hand with a smile on his face, and a greatsword as big as an adult man surged from the destroyed ground.

He clenched the greatsword and a dark flame of combative energy burst from it. Raon could ascertain that Syria was more powerful than Cloud in his current state.

“Let’s quickly put an end to this.”

The moment Syria was about to approach, Raon slammed Heavenly Drive and the Blade of Requiem into the fissured land.

Incomplete Sword Field Creation.

“Divine and Demonic Harmony.”

His wrathful voice distorted the flow of the world.

His further improved mental world was released, and heaven and earth trembled violently.

A red sun and a blue moon rose to the sky, and the divine and demonic swords appeared in Raon’s hands as he stood under that mysterious light.

“…The Sword Field Creation?”

Syria’s trembling eyes revealed his surprise.

“I see, so that’s how you managed to defeat the Holy Sword Alliance master’s disciple.”

He twisted his lips, saying that he finally understood it.

“But I’m different from him—”

Raon kicked the ground the moment Syria started to speak. He dashed like a ferocious tiger and smashed his divine sword towards his head.

“You are too impatient!”

Syria pulled his lips into a smile, and the flame of combative energy bursting from his greatsword became concentrated, turning into a dark sphere. He had created the astral sphere from combative energy.

Whaaam!

The clash between the astral sphere of the greatsword and the divine sword’s flame caused a tremendous shockwave to burst from it. The firmly hardened land was split apart, and the walls crumbled.

“I’ll kill you.”

Raon stopped the shockwave from spreading towards Runaan and slashed at Syria’s neck.

Whir!

Syria drew a strange pattern with his left hand, the one that wasn’t holding the greatsword.

Some kind of black streams emerged from his left shoulder and blocked the demonic blade.

“Didn’t you know? Baphomet can use both magic and martial art—”

“Who cares?”

Raon stopped breathing. He leaned forward and contracted the muscles all over his body.

He incorporated his raging wrath into the divine and demonic swords and slammed them down upon Syria.

Rumble!

The divine sword burned like hellfire to push back Syria’s greatsword, and the ice cut apart the black stream as violently as the barren wind.

“Sword Field Creation, it’s certainly unexpected. However…”

With a creepy smile, Syria turned his body like a loach.

He avoided the energy wave of the divine and demonic swords and swung his greatsword in return. The astral sphere soared, as smooth as a black pearl, and pushed back the divine and demonic swords at the same time.

“It’s still immature.”

Raon didn’t yield to Syria’s provocation. He advanced as much as he was pushed back and twisted his wrist holding the divine and demonic swords.

Cring!

The principles of dual wielding that he’d learned from Sheryl connected to the versatile sword’s trajectory and created a tremendous amount of pressure.

Rumble!

The dark astral sphere dominating the space was blocked by the divine and demonic swords and trembled to the point of explosion.

It was a clash of powers. The clash between the aura and combative energy made the entire land tremble, and the walls and ceiling crumbled like a dry cookie.

“Damn it! I thought I was going to die!”

Just as Raon gritted his teeth and was about to advance even further, Martha came out while carrying Rokan and Clara on her shoulders.

Blood was flowing from her forehead and shoulders endlessly. She must’ve gone through an intense battle too.

“I’m taking Runaan too! Make sure to win!”

Martha picked Runaan up from the back of her neck as her body convulsed and climbed the destroyed wall.

“Where do you think you are going?! Runaan is mine!”

Syria extended his left hand and unleashed a dark spark toward Martha as if he forgot that he was fighting against Raon.

It was a high-ranking spell, the Grasp of Darkness.

Whaaap!

Raon slashed the divine sword overhead and unleashed the Firewall. The flame pillar surged from the ground to fend off the Grasp of Darkness.

Whaam!

The clash between the intense fire and mana of darkness covered the entire space with purple sparks.

Slash!

Raon didn’t miss the opportunity as Syria was distracted and cut his thigh with the demonic sword in his left hand.

“Aaaack!”

Syria still tried to attack Martha from behind with his combative energy even though his flesh was torn off and blood was gushing out.

“Don’t touch my things!”

“You disgusting bastard.” Raon furrowed his brow while looking at Syria. “Runaan isn’t yours.”

* * *

He was aware that Syria was obsessed with Runaan ever since the first encounter.

However, he realized it couldn’t be simply called an obsession anymore. It was madness. Raon incorporated his wrath into the sword instead of throwing up.

Whaaam!

The flame and frost that had condensed into the divine and demonic swords exploded and tore apart Syria’s combative energy.

He was barely managing to defend himself with his greatsword and wall of darkness, but his eyes were still fixated on Runaan.

“Runaaaaan!”

Raon let go of the demonic sword that was blocked by Syria’s wall. He clenched his left hand into a fist and punched his mouth as he shouted Runaan’s name.

Smaack!

The sound of breaking bones and teeth resounded throughout the space, and Syria was sent flying, falling onto the ground.

“Cough!”

Reddened teeth were coming out of Syria’s mouth. However, he kept shouting Runaan’s name despite the intense pain he was feeling.

“Runaan!”

Raon smashed the divine sword downward while blocking Syria’s view.

“Kuh!”

Syria rolled like a bug to dodge the sword and stood up while supporting himself on the wall.

“Stop bothering me, Zieghart dog!”

He wielded the greatsword with both hands and started an eerie chant.

Whir!

The dark particles of mana gathered from all over the world and were absorbed into Syria’s body.

His wave of energy burst out like a tidal wave, and the astral sphere burning above his greatsword became at least twice as big as before.

Whaaam!

Syria rushed at him with his greatsword pulled behind him. The ground was crushed and the flow of mana became twisted.

He was going all out with no consideration for the future.

The energy wave wasn’t the only thing that had gotten stronger. Raon could feel extremely polished principles of heavy and powerful swords from the greatsword he was thrusting forward.

It was a stupidly powerful attack, and dodging it to counterattack afterward would’ve been the correct thing to do. However, Raon didn’t want to avoid it for once.

Whether he was devoured by the Baphomet or not, he was a pervert obsessed with his own sister, and Raon wanted to crush him with sheer power.

Wham!

Raon stomped the ground with his left foot. He harmonized the pulsations of his muscles and aura in a single move and slashed down with the divine and demonic swords at the same time.

Whaaam!

The frontal clash between the astral sphere, the concentration of combative energy, and the heat and coldness created a powerful storm of mana.

The walls, floor, and ceiling disappeared, and the open sky could be seen above them.

Rumble!

Syria’s power and combative energy was tremendous, befitting one of Eden’s demons who was at Grandmaster’s realm, but Raon wasn’t pushed back in the slightest.

He was using a lot of aura from activating the Sword Field Creation and attacking all out, but a power even more powerful than that was welling up inside him.

Wrath.

The wrath that he’d received from Wrath was piercing into his soul, granting him the power to destroy reason.

He would’ve normally stopped the wrath from taking effect by using the Ring of Fire, but he accepted it instead while stopping the Ring of Fire.

Whir!

He felt like wrath was running through his veins instead of blood. The storming emotion of wrath was encroaching from his fingers to his brain.

You…

Wrath was saying something, but Raon didn’t pay any attention.

“I’ll kill you!”

Raon unleashed his will to kill the piece of garbage in front of him amid the omnipotence he was feeling.

Whaaam!

The divine sword’s flame and the demonic sword’s frost burst out to reach the sky upon taking in his emotion of wrath.

Rumble!

Raon crushed Syria while showing his uncontrollable anger.

“H-how could this happen…?”

Syria’s eyes widened because he had never imagined that his all-out astral energy would lose in a clash of sheer power.

Slash!

Raon didn’t even try to hide his murderous intent and cut Syria’s abdomen as he got pushed back.

Pssh!

The armor was even harder than steel, yet it was torn apart from the strike and blood gushed from the violent laceration.

“Uhh…”

Syria stepped back with his greatsword. His trembling eyes reflected his panic and questions.

“Wh-what are you…?”

“Do you even realize how much hardship she had to endure?”

Raon chewed his lip and walked up to Syria.

“I’m asking if you know how long she kept swinging her sword and anguished in order to get rid of the trauma you gave her.”

He was fully aware because he’d been watching Runaan from by her side. She’d been feeling the pain of being stabbed by a blade every day, yet she never expressed it on the outside.

She didn’t want her parents nor her companions to feel her sadness, so she’d been enduring it alone all along by removing the expression from her face.

Even though she’d simply said that she wanted to eat ice cream, Raon was well aware of how many emotions were dwelling in it. That was why Syria was one person that he couldn’t forgive.

“The reason Runaan is learning defensive swordsmanship is also because of you. She decided to defend rather than swing her sword—all in order to protect her parents from you!”

He ground his teeth violently and fixed his grip on the heavenly and demonic swords.

“You don’t deserve to exist in this world.”

“Shut up! Stop calling Runaan’s name with that dirty mouth of yours!”

Syria shouted and raised his greatsword. The astral sphere welling up from the worn edge of his blade was on a whole different level from before. The storming darkness possessed a frightening amount of power, implying that he was using all of his remaining combative energy and mana.

“Runaan is mine!”

“She doesn’t belong to anyone.”

Raon jumped into the dark astral sphere that was wavering on the brink of explosion and crossed the heavenly and demonic swords.

Raon Zieghart Style

Sixth Form, Divine and Demonic Harmony Combination Technique

Red-Blue Invincible Sword

The heavenly and demonic swords fell with determination, just like a master calligraphist’s brush drawing a straight line, to draw red and blue lines while using the world as its paper.

Whaaam!

The red flame and blue frost combined as if they only had a single color from the beginning and a majestic light radiated from it.

Crack!

Astral energy that seemed powerful enough to devour the entire world was cut apart, and Syria’s arms were pulled off.

“Kuaaah!”

Syria slammed on the ground while screaming. A dangerous amount of blood was pouring from his missing arms.

“Syria Sullion!”

Raon charged at him like a beast, not satisfied with his dying face.

Pssh!

He stabbed Syria’s shoulder with Heavenly Drive and Blade of Requiem, which had returned as the sword field was removed, and smacked his face with his clenched fist.

Smaack!

Even though his aura was already exhausted, his wrath was burning even more intensely. He used that eternal rage as his fuel to repeatedly smash Syria’s face.

Wham! Whaaam!

Every single time his fist fell upon Syria’s face, his cheekbones were broken, his nose was crushed, and his teeth were pulled out.

“Kuh…”

Syria’s eyes rolled back as he made some strange sound that could be either a scream or a laugh.

“Die!”

A bloody smile appeared on Raon’s mouth. His raging wrath shouted while melting down his brain. Kill him. It was telling to kill Syria while giving him as much pain as possible.

Raon responded to that will by pounding Syria’s body even more disorderly and cruelly.

…ath!

Just as he was about to destroy Syria’s collarbone with his fist, Wrath suddenly jumped in front of his eyes.

Come back to your senses already!

‘Wrath?’

You idiot!

His narrowed vision was widened, and he returned to his senses upon hearing Wrath’s scolding.

What are you doing right now?! There’s no time to waste on this perverted bastard!

He smacked Raon’s head, telling him to save Runaan already.

“Ah…”

The wrath that had been suppressing his aura to dominate his body and mind finally subsided.

“Cough…”

Black blood came out of his mouth. He felt exhausted and his body ached all over. It was probably the aftereffect of letting the wrath take control of him.

It’s still too early for you to control the wrath!

‘Huff…’

No, there’s no time for a scolding. Get moving already!

Wrath raised his hand, telling him to hurry up and go to the upper floor.

‘I’m sorry…’

Raon bit his lip and turned around. He crawled through the destroyed place to climb up.

Whaam!

Once he arrived above the surface, he could see Dorian fending off the warriors from House Sullion by using various pieces of equipment.

Martha was next to him, and she was holding Runaan back by force as she tried to stand up.

“Why are you so late?! Stop her already!”

Bloody tears were flowing from her eyes, implying that she’d used too much power, and Runaan was violently pushing Martha away with Baphomet’s helmet on her head.

Dark mana was spreading around her.

“Ah…”

Raon’s lips trembled as he saw the purple light from her eyes.

‘Is it too late?’

The strength left his hands, and he dropped Heavenly Drive and the Blade of Requiem. He couldn’t think straight anymore, and he was engulfed by the regret that he had allowed the wrath to take over his body.

‘Wrath, is there any way…?’

Hmm, it would’ve been a different story if she was still putting up a fight, but in that state…

Wrath bit his lip. Even he didn’t seem to know what to do.

“Runaan, it was my…”

Raon gritted his teeth while watching Runaan turn into a demon, only for a mole to suddenly come up from the ground below him.

“It’s not too late yet.”

The mole shook its head while rubbing its head. It was Merlin’s voice.

“Go to her, I’ll help you.”

“How are you even here…?”

“That’s not the important part right now. She really won’t be able to return if you waste even more time.”

She shook her hand, telling him to go to her already.

Thud!

Raon bit his lip and kicked the destroyed ground. He placed his hand on the Baphomet helmet on Runaan’s head as she stood on her own after pushing Martha away.

“Disappear.”

Runaan’s hoarse voice sounded like it came from hell.

She was about to stab him with her dark hand when Merlin’s mana seeped into him, causing his vision to go white.

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[Author – Writing Ant, 글개미]

[Translator – Kyangi]

[Proofreader – Harley]