Holy Punishers (3)
Sir Plattek swung his Blade Aura like a berserker.
“Taaaaaaaah!”
He burst out a shout, cut, stabbed, and aimed for Han-bin with his sword.
With each movement, the Aura on his blade became a blue gale, playing a symphony of destruction.
Boom!
However, the opponent proved himself to be an iron fortress.
“You said you would show me true power.”
Reacting to all the attacks with Gigant, Ryu Han-bin spoke teasingly.
“When the hell will you show it to me? This is getting boring.”
Plattek couldn’t care about the blatant ridicule.
He wasn’t in a position to do that.
‘I can’t stand him…’
Han-bin was not using any advanced swordsmanship.
There was no subtle counterattack.
Han-bin took all the attacks with overwhelming speed, bouncing back with overwhelming Aura amount and holding on with overwhelming physical power!
What that meant was simple.
The muscular swordsman was overwhelmingly stronger than Plattek.
It wasn’t just a slight gap either!
Han-bin was way above level 100 according to the information Plattek gained by observing him!
‘How can he already be so strong at such a young age…’
The opponent’s entirety was reflected in Plattek’s despairing eyes.
He had a savage figure and showed off his bare body since he wasn’t wearing proper clothes, let alone armor.
‘No… no way…’
Plattek had also heard of those who fought while wearing such strange outfits.
He forgot about it because it had been such a long time.
“Legendary Valtara Warrior?”
Han-bin’s expression became strange.
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Han-bin thought he was quite openly identified.
‘No, a man who wants to fight just showed up in his furry shorts, and you never thought it was weird?’
It was because there were so many naked humans under Count Prouasar.
Since the exploitation was so severe, it left most citizens with no money. That made Plattek not even think about it.
Plattek hit him with his long sword, a look of distrust evident on his face.
“That’s ridiculous! Even a Valtara warrior can’t be as strong as you at that age!”
Of course, Han-bin deflected it lightly again.
‘Actually, I’m not much younger than I look.’
And Han-bin thought about it for a while.
‘How should I finish him?’
It was easy to get rid of him.
Han-bin just had to press him hard with power and cut his neck.
The problem was that his partners wanted him to destroy the enemy ‘colorfully.’
The Holy Punishers’ strength needed to be spread throughout the Fairy Kingdom as much as possible.
‘… Colorful, jeez.’
Ryu Han-bin was the least confident about it.
‘My swordsmanship isn’t made up of cool movements.’
His style and the Sword King’s style were simple, strong, clear, but unstoppable.
Therefore, it was far from the colorful swordsmanship that made people dizzy.
Han-bin glanced at the silver-haired girl behind his back.
‘Should I have told Effir to fight? She’s good at fighting fancily.’
Her fighting style was as elegant and sleek as a gymnast, and the way she fought with Magic Swordsmanship was quite splendid, shooting fireworks and lightning.
‘No one recognizes Gigant anyway.’
If Effir had dealt with Plattek from the beginning, the promotional effect would have been much better.
But Han-bin was already in the battle, and if he suddenly said, ‘Wait! I can’t fight in a cool way. I’ll switch with someone who can fight more flashily!’, it would be funny.
‘Alright, let’s do this.’
Han-bin lifted Gigant over his head.
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‘I don’t have to use this against this kind of opponent, but…’
It was the best skill he had ever done.
-Crosscut!
The red Aura split the world.
Boom!
* * *
Lord Plattek, a level 76 Aura user and the most powerful man in the territory of Count Prouasar disappeared.
Only red fragments, which had once been Lord Plattek, were scattered everywhere.
Blood rained down from the night sky.
Saaaaaaa…
It was a bit too much to say that it was just blood from a single person’s body.
All kinds of debris were falling with crushed rocks.
Along the long stretch of earth’s destruction trail, dark and red unidentified objects could be seen.
The remaining aftermath alone still caused the earth to shake faintly, causing it to create noise.
Kugugugu…
His ‘crosscut’ didn’t just smash Lord Plattek but also swept through most of the knights of the Count who had been in range. It also blew up nearly half of the main house of the Count.
Ryu Han-bin gave a bitter smile as he held his Gigant back.
“It’s kind of funny to insist that this is a cut.”
He did it with his own hands, but it was ridiculous to him.
‘At this point, shouldn’t I call it gunshots or bombardment rather than swordsmanship?’
But the effect was clear.
“Ahhhhhhhhh…”
“D-devil!”
“Save… save me!”
Most of the survivors were not safe either.
Most of them lost one arm and one leg.
Only a few men who were fine were left behind.
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However, unlike when dealing with soldiers, Ryu Han-bin did not pay any attention to the knights’ deaths.
A servant was only as honest as their master.
The knights of Count Prouasar were as notorious as the lord they served.
They actively participated in the exploitation of the commoners and enriched themselves by taking advantage of their power.
They had to die.
That way, the Holy Punishers could tell the world that they were doing justice in the name of the Goddesses.
With a blunt face, Ryu Han-bin approached Count Prouasar.
Buck, buck, buck.
The Count, who was out of his mind, slumped down.
“Uh, uh…”
Although Prouasar had learned swordsmanship as an aristocrat, he was an ordinary man.
It was shown on the Guideline.
[Race: Sylph. Swordsman Lv. 8]
His level was what the result would be when a negligent person who had no talent tried to learn martial arts.
He couldn’t even escape, let alone fight back.
“Save… save my life!”
Prouasar bowed his head and begged for his life.
“I repent! I will dedicate all my possessions to the Goddesses! If you forgive me, I will do my best to punish that evil Transcendental…”
Artis shouted and stopped him.
“He who defies the Goddesses’ will won’t be able to wipe away his sins even with death!”
The wizard’s wand was aimed at the Count.
The whole body of the middle-aged Sylph quickly burst into flames.
“Arghhhh!”
The stern voice continued as they left behind the burning body.
“Keep in mind! All who follow the Transcendental shall become a handful of ashes!”
* * *
Smoke rose and roared all over castle Prouasar.
There were also red flashes and magical lights that cut through the sky.
Rumbling!
In a field far from the castle, numerous shadows were hiding and looking at the castle.
It was the citizens of the Count’s territory.
It was not long before the noise stopped.
After a while, the flag came upon the watchtower of the citadel.
“It’s a flag…”
“It’s their flag…”
It was the Holy Punishers’ flag, composed of a sword with the symbol of the six Goddesses and a coat of arms with a spear.
In addition to the watchtower, flags were erected throughout the castle.
Thanks to that, everyone could see their insignia from every angle outside the castle.
“Maybe…”
Carefully, a group of citizens approached the castle.
Beyond the broken gate, they could see what happened.
The soldiers were all knocked down, servants and maids had run away, and the knights were rolling in blood.
The Count couldn’t even be seen.
They had a rough idea of what had happened.
The man-shaped piles of ashes had the Count’s robe and parts of his ornaments.
Citizens cheered.
“It’s… It’s real!”
“They did it!”
They had said that soon the Count would be punished by the Goddesses.
Count Prouasar would be destroyed, and all the sins they had committed would be punished accordingly, allowing the citizens to take back all the things that had been taken away from them.
“Wow!”
First, they headed to the grain storage.
They had been starving for a long time.
Above all, wheat and bread were the most urgent.
Then they headed to the treasure warehouse.
The Count’s scavenged wealth returned to the hands of the citizens.
Everyone was delighted, praising the Goddess and praising the Holy Punishers.
Some of the excited people even set fire to the castle.
“Hey, dirty the Count’s castle!”
“Burn everything to the ground!”
Citizens laughed to their heart’s content amid the blazing flames.
It’s been such a long time since they could laugh genuinely.
“Hahaha!”
“Hahaha… ah?”
At that moment…
One of the citizens muttered casually.
“Oh, wait! At this rate, we’re going to burn down the Holy Punishers’ flags as well, aren’t we?”
“Gasp!”
It was good to have set fire with excitement, but they realized that they must’ve put up the flags for a reason.
The flags were an object to let the others see.
“We can’t just burn it, can we?”
“Oh, my God!”
“Turn off the lights! Turn off the lights!”
Although a skit took place at the last minute, it was at that point that Count Prouasar became extinct.
The fact was also made known to the world by the crowds.
Everything was executed as planned.
* * *
At the same time, in a forest outside the Prouasar territory, Artis was scolding Ryu Han-bin.
“You idiot! How dare the Valtara warrior taunt his opponent?”
“Oh, didn’t you tell me to show the power of the strong?”
Scratching his head, Han-bin asked back.
“That’s why I talked to him in a way that a strong being would…”
“That doesn’t mean you can be sarcastic! That’s not like Valtara warrior, is it?”
“Oh, is that so?”
Ryu Han-bin reflected on himself.
That was right.
If he was a true warrior, shouldn’t he respect his opponent, whether strong or weak, and do everything he could?
That wasn’t it.
“If you’re a real Valtara warrior, you should have cut him down casually in the attitude of ‘it’s a pity that you can’t stand such a light blow. What is the point of living a pitiful life?'”
“… Hey, isn’t that worse?”
Artis didn’t get it wrong.
He told Han-bin to act like a Valtara warrior, not like a good man.
Leon Hart crept out behind the grumbling Artis’s back.
“That wouldn’t be a problem. You can be careful from now on.”
The safety of the incarnation of Kybriel had to be prioritized above all else.
If she was seriously injured and her life was put on the line, Latna’s fate would be in danger.
Therefore, Leon Hart, the strongest Spiritist of the six denominations, was also moving with Han-bin’s group.
However, he didn’t participate in that operation on purpose.
“Since it’s our first battle, we need two Valtara warriors to be seen by the public eye.”
Ryu Han-bin should be seen as the heir of the Sword King as much as possible.
That way, the Sword King’s name would be added to the Holy Punishers’ backers.
Kibie also needed to be seen as much as possible.
It was to leak information to Hollien.
It was important to let her know that the incarnation of darkness would appear all over the Fairy kingdom so that things could proceed easily.
Unfortunately, the spread of Ryu Han-bin’s rumors due to the low standards of Count Prouasar seemed to have to be delayed, but at least the existence of Kibie would be fully conveyed.
Satisfied, Leon Hart praised everyone.
“We succeeded. Thank you all for your hard work.”
Kibie asked with a suspicious face.
Once they had set up the plan, they had to do what they were told…
“Will this work?”
“It will work.”
Leon Hart nodded confidently.
“We’re not the only ones in the Holy Punishers.”
