I Alone Regress in a Hero Party That Was Annihilated - Chapter 47

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#47. Mountain Lord (4)

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Ice Dragon Adara spewed forth killing intent.

[Kraaaaaaaaaak!]

The creature swung its front paw where scales and flesh had been stripped away, revealing bone clearly.

“Attacks consumed by rage are strong, but they become that much more monotonous.”

Featherback clicked his tongue lightly.

“The fundamentals aren’t there. It’s because there’s no combat experience.”

Catching prey and tearing it apart is not combat.

Ice Dragon Adara had never properly fought against a true strong opponent until now.

No matter how smart one might be, if you don’t know the rules, you can’t win at chess—combat is the same way.

Killing an opponent isn’t something that happens just because you’re big and strong.

“I think I could handle your body much better than you can. How about just handing it over to me?”

Featherback dodged Adara’s claws and closed in tight.

And he drew the famous sword Baekrin vertically.

Riiiiip!

The flesh cooked by lava split apart with tremendous force.

[Grrk!?]

Adara’s movements gradually became sluggish.

This was because its entire body had been tenderized by the chain explosions, heat, and fragments that occurred when ice fell into lava.

Featherback used the Mörsolt Sword Style.

—Grasp with the hands, support with the shoulders, step with the feet, press with the knees.

—Straighten the bones, strip away the flesh.

—The hands must be one span further ahead in the realm of technique.

—Do not look at the enemy’s appearance, but see their spirit.

—Do not trust what comes through the eyes, nose, mouth, ears, and skin.

—Thrust the sword according to natural principles.

—Part the gaps between muscles, wedge into the caverns of bones and joints, and tear away tendons and nerves.

—A novice sharpens their sword every month, an expert sharpens their sword every year, but a master doesn’t mind never sharpening their sword in a lifetime.

—Just as light disappears when you close your eyes, and heat disappears when you strip away skin, when you close your heart, there is nothing that cannot be destroyed.

—Once you transcend the self and forget everything, there will be nothing in the entire world that cannot be cut down.

The secret techniques of the Mörsolt Sword Style that he had recited like scripture while passing through countless Demon Extermination Battlefields.

And his body reproduced the teachings learned in those days without a single inch of error.

Shwaaaaaaak—

The famous sword Baekrin moved in two extremely simplified trajectories.

Mörsolt 1st Form ‘Blood Drawing ‘, Mörsolt 2nd Form ‘Skin Peeling ‘.

Northern Region warrior swordsmanship that draws hot blood with a single thrust and reveals the bare flesh beneath the skin with a second thrust.

However, this honorable swordsmanship would only appear to Ice Dragon Adara as the sword thrusts of a mad torture demon.

Rip— rip— rip— slash!

Featherback’s sword was tearing off chunks of Adara’s flesh while also stripping away what few scales remained.

…Scrape!

The Ice Dragon’s scales fell away like old flooring being peeled off.

Originally, dragon scales are strong against frontal impacts but weak against blades pushed in the reverse direction, as if peeling them off from the side.

…Scrape! …Scrape! …Scrape! …Scrape! …Scrape!

Featherback wasn’t hammering away at Ice Dragon Adara’s scales, but carving them out along with the flesh on their sides.

“This way is good since it damages the sword blade less.”

Featherback flicked the perfectly intact sword blade with his finger.

Along with the clear ringing sound of the sword blade, droplets of dragon blood and oil scattered in all directions.

Just then, the Ice Dragon opened its maw that was more than half melted away.

Tssssssssss…

Dark blue light gathered into its throat.

Another breath, the dragon’s special technique.

However, unlike before, the speed at which the inhalation gathered into its lungs was noticeably slower.

Dark gray ash could be seen mixing into the blue light of the breath.

“Did your airways burn? And you still want to shoot a breath?”

The hot steam created by the lava explosion had thoroughly cooked the Ice Dragon’s throat.

Shooting a breath in that condition would cause the flesh on the throat’s surface to fall off as well, making it extremely painful.

But Adara didn’t care.

It exhaled, filled with killing intent and hatred toward Featherback.

Kwaaaaaaaaa—!

The exhalation contained not just cold aura, but also shattered bone fragments and burned flesh debris mixed in.

Rumble!

The Ice Dragon’s breath carved deep scars into the ground.

Destructive power enough to completely collapse the hill ridges behind.

Ice Dragon Adara instinctively knew that its opponent had taken a direct hit from its breath.

However.

“You can’t produce full output because of the pain from burns. That’s why it’s so lukewarm.”

Featherback rose to his feet from among the sharp ice spikes that had formed on the ground.

Surprisingly, Featherback blocked Ice Dragon Adara’s breath head-on.

Before the dragon’s breath could touch his body, he planted the shield fixed to his entire left arm into the ground and tilted the top at an angle, deflecting most of the impact diagonally.

Crack— crack— crack— bang!

Featherback struck his shield against the ground, shattering and shaking off all the frost that had formed on its surface.

“Well. What else do you have left?”

[….]

The Ice Dragon raised its head and glared at Featherback.

Its entire body was trembling violently, but the murderous intent in its eyes remained unchanged.

However.

Wheeze… wheeze… wheeze…

Its breathing gradually grew weaker and fainter.

The blue light that had flickered in its eyes also dimmed.

Death was beside That Thing.

“If there’s nothing left, then go.”

A slash attack shot from Featherback’s sword tip flew through the air and cut Adara’s nose.

[Grr—roaaaaar!]

The Ice Dragon thrashed about, swinging its tail wildly, but not a single effective hit landed.

Featherback moved nimbly like a mouse darting swiftly between an elephant’s legs.

And with each movement, he carved out flesh from his enemy equivalent to his own body weight.

[Graaaaaaaar—!]

The Ice Dragon let out a violent roar and raised its head high.

Was it his imagination?

Flinch—

Featherback instinctively backed away from Adara.

Hissssss…

Another breath began forming inside the Ice Dragon’s maw.

But this one was glowing with an unprecedented vivid blue color.

“Now you’re finally showing your true power.”

Featherback saw the surrounding air cracking and breaking like thin sheets of ice.

Crack—! Crunch—! Crackle—!

Ice Dragon Adara’s form became distorted as seen through the cracks in the atmosphere.

Another breath.

This time, one rivaling that of the Pureblooded Dragon Clan.

[Grr—aaaaaaaar!]

This was Ice Dragon Adara’s final desperate struggle.

“This isn’t something to block with a shield.”

Featherback clicked his tongue lightly and kicked off the earth.

He wasn’t running away—he was charging forward.

When an attack comes that cannot be blocked or avoided, there’s only one way to deal with it.

Prevent the enemy from completing their attack.

Crack—

Featherback gripped his sword in reverse grip.

Creak—

Twisting muscles.

Tendons coiled and twisted again as stress was applied.

Mana rotated, generating ultra-high temperature heat.

Heat so intense that an ordinary sword would have melted into molten metal was loaded into the sword tip.

Featherback charged toward Ice Dragon Adara’s jaw.

Crack—

His firmly planted footstep caused cracks in the earth.

His strong lower body became a launch pad, loading his upper body’s power directly into the sword and shooting it upward.

Left leg forward.

Right leg supporting the rear.

His quadriceps and gluteus maximus screamed like mad.

Snap!

His abdominal and deltoid muscles tore apart.

But even so, he had to thrust forward.

This single strike that burned all his body’s muscles as firewood.

Mörsolt 3rd Form ‘Bone Extraction ‘.

A secret technique of the Mörsolt Sword Style that became usable upon reaching 3-Star.

He shot the strike upward toward Ice Dragon Adara, bleeding and skinned.

Flash—!

A thrust like flash lightning penetrated the ice dragon’s jaw that was holding its breath and burst through the upper part of its snout.

[Grk…!?]

The ice dragon tried to scream but couldn’t because its mouth was clamped shut.

The breath that had lost its destination flowed backward in its throat and burst out in all directions.

Boom—boom!

Crimson-stained frost thorns pierced through Ice Dragon Adara’s neck and shot out.

[Grr—aaaaaaaaahhhhh!]

Finally, Adara was granted permission to scream.

But the breath had already misfired, causing all the flesh from the throat to the lungs to burst open.

Huff— huff— huff—

Ice Dragon Adara’s chest became tattered as she staggered backward.

Through the torn wounds, her pulsating heart could be glimpsed intermittently.

…And the seasoned hunter didn’t miss that opportunity.

“This is the end.”

Featherback pierced a hole in the ice dragon’s jaw and spun his body as he fell.

Then he delivered the same strike once more.

Mörsolt 3rd Form ‘Bone Extraction ‘.

But he had already drawn blood, stripped the hide, and broken the bones.

So what should be extracted now?

The answer is the heart.

Featherback swung his sword.

Fast enough to cut even lightning, precise enough to cleanly strip only the veins from a falling leaf.

The butcher’s blade processed the dragon’s heart.

Crack—!

Featherback’s sword finally pierced through Ice Dragon Adara’s heart.

[…! …! …!]

Adara writhed in agony.

Suddenly, intense heat began bursting from That Thing’s body.

Kurrrrrrrrk—

A pillar of fire that made the name “ice dragon” meaningless wrapped around the dragon’s heart.

“… … …”

Even as his entire body was engulfed in flames, Featherback didn’t pull out the sword he had driven into the dragon’s heart.

Kurrrrrrrrk…

The famous sword Baekrin in his grip slowly melted away.

Featherback recalled the conversation he had with Cardona, the sword’s original owner, before coming on the expedition to Meursault Mountain.

‘This is my most precious sword ‘White Phosphorus ‘. Take it with you when you climb Meursault Mountain.’

‘Are you giving it to me?’

‘No. I’m lending it to you. Return it when you come back from Meursault Mountain.’

‘…’

‘I’ll be able to get it back, right?’

‘How about having some faith in your younger brother?’

Featherback smiled bitterly.

‘I won’t be able to keep my promise.’

A line typical of someone prepared for death.

But what Featherback was prepared for wasn’t death, but the loss of his blade.

Gurrrrrrrr…

Watching the famous sword Baekrin melt away, Featherback apologized to Cardona.

‘But with this much certainty, I’ll eliminate this creature.’

Ice Dragon Adara.

The culprit that turned Beauvoir Mines into a Human Survival Impossible Zone.

By killing this creature here today, Mörsolt Territory would reclaim the Empire’s greatest mine.

“Farewell.”

The hot molten metal created from Baekrin’s melting flowed into the cracks of Ice Dragon Adara’s split heart.

And soon after.

[Kaaah—hak!]

The Mountain Lord of Meursault Mountain let out a death cry that sounded like a final testament.

It was the end of Ice Dragon Adara, who had massacred countless humans all this time.

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