Infinite Evolution Hunter - Chapter 151

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151
“Step away from His Majesty at once!”
The Red-haired Elder, resisting my oppressive aura, raised his wand and unleashed a torrent of flame.
The frigid energy I expelled consumed the fire and froze the Elder solid. Then came the others, rushing forward.
I seized the Blue Elder’s dagger from his hand and struck him across the head.
Though these Elves claimed to be centuries or even a thousand years old, their faces were all youthful, so even with my respect for the elderly, I had no qualms about striking them.
The Orange Elder fired arrows. The mithril arrowheads could pierce through a Master’s aura on direct impact. I could recover even if struck, but there was no reason to take the hit.
I caught the incoming arrow mid-flight and slid across the distance toward the archer, kicking him with my body.
Crash!
The Orange Elder, struck by my blow, burst through the door and flew backward.
“Need help?”
Bae Na-young asked.
“No. I’ve got stress built up—let me work it off.”
Stepping through the shattered opening, I found hundreds of Elves with arrows trained on me.
“What are you waiting for? Come at me.”
At my words, the Elves rushed forward in unison. Arrows flew between the charging Elf warriors.
I wrapped armor around my body, then thickened and enlarged the forearm plating to form arm shields.
I angled both arm shields diagonally against the dozens of incoming arrows, deflecting them.
In that moment, an Elf warrior closed the distance, thrusting a silver-gleaming blade at me.
I met the sword with an aura-infused fist, shattering it from the tip upward. My fist traveled along the entire blade to the hilt, obliterating it completely, then struck the Elf’s head.
The Elves came at me like a pack of dogs, and I batted them away like a punching bag. They flew like pinballs, embedding themselves in trees throughout the forest.
Bae Na-young watched from behind.
“Everyone, clear the way!”
The Elf King rose into the sky and conjured a whirlwind.
It was no mere wind—trees touched by the vortex were severed as cleanly as paper by a razor blade.
The whirlwind curved toward me. It resembled the water tornado Aqua could create, but its cutting power far exceeded her water column.
Screeeech!!
“Hm?”
The sound of the whirlwind scraping against my armor echoed through the forest.
With my arm shield protecting my head, I pierced through the vortex’s center and launched myself in a straight line toward Phillarion.
“This… monster!!”
He retreated, and Elves threw themselves forward to block me.
I sent them flying one by one, steadily closing the distance to Phillarion.
When only a few meters remained, Phillarion created a maelstrom of wind around his body. The swirling torrent ground everything that approached it to dust.
I thrust my hand forward, tore through the wind, and seized the Elf King by the collar, slamming him into the ground.
The impact was stronger than expected, and my arm scraped slightly, but it healed immediately.
Crash! Crash!
I struck Phillarion’s head repeatedly as he tried to rise.
“Huh… so this is what a superior race feels like. Tough as nails. Looks like I won’t need to hold back much anymore.”
I drew back my fist, saturated with crimson aura, as if it were burning.
“W-wait! I’ll give you gold! I promise!”
The Elf Elder shouted at me.
“Yeah?”
I stopped throwing punches and straightened up. The Elf King’s face was a complete mess.
“Hand it over.”
“N-now?”
“Should I take the crown instead?”
I glanced at the king’s crown lying on the ground where he’d collapsed like a pancake. It wasn’t just a decoration—it was an item, and despite being knocked around repeatedly, it remained pristine.
“Ugh… follow me.”
I grabbed the unconscious Phillarion by the back of his clothes and dragged him along like luggage. Bae Na-young followed with light, quick steps.
The elves trailed behind us toward the vault, trying to be sneaky about it, but to someone who could sense life force like me, they were completely visible.
“Here it is.”
We arrived at what appeared to be a vault beneath a massive tree. I hadn’t touched it, but it was clearly constructed specially—far sturdier than the surrounding trees. I felt the urge to punch it just once.
“Open it.”
I hurled the Elf King before the vault, and the Elf Elders caught him, immediately casting healing magic.
The weakly rising Elf King looked at me, then lowered his gaze and opened the vault.
As Phillarion infused mana into the tree, the tangled branches scattered and the door opened.
“Two hundred gold per person. Twenty people. Four thousand gold.”
Truth be told, I didn’t know the exact number, so I just inflated the figure. Phillarion gritted his teeth and counted out the gold into a sack.
“Here.”
He handed me the sack with trembling hands. He clearly found this painful.
I accepted the pouch of coins.
“This isn’t enough?”
“It’s four thousand gold…”
Phillarion bit his lip, furious that I’d doubted him.
“No, that’s right. But you owe me a deployment fee.”
Phillarion’s mouth fell open as he stared at me.
“Didn’t you tell me not to come? If I came anyway, I collect a service charge. Just give me ten thousand gold.”
“I… I…”
Phillarion’s face turned red enough to burst.
“Want me to ask for more?”
I channeled my aura into my fist, turning it even redder than his face.
Phillarion gritted his teeth and returned to the vault, handing me another sack.
“If you take all this, what are we supposed to do about food?”
The Purple-haired Elder protested.
“There’s still plenty of gold in the back. Buy what you need.”
“That’s limited. Once it’s gone, are you telling us to starve?”
“Grow your own food.”
“We’re already suffering from severe drought. We don’t even have land to cultivate our crops.”
“Cut down some trees then.”
“How dare you! What kind of thing is that to say!”
“Ah, is this a religious matter?”
“Trees are our very roots! How can you tell us to cut down our ancestors and live?”
“You won’t eat fish?”
“We cannot consume anything that reeks like that.”
These people weren’t even hungry yet. The villages Alice had brought us to—their people were so emaciated they could barely move. The Elves, by contrast, all had healthy complexions.
“It is your freedom to protect trees, refuse fish, and starve. But!”
I turned my body and raised my voice so every Elf could hear me.
“If you attack another nation even once more, it won’t end like this! If you want to settle things with violence, try it! That’s what I do best!”
“Wait…. Wait a moment! What about the conflict with the Dwarves in the Granary Region? They will certainly attack again. Are you telling us to just accept it and do nothing?”
Phillarion shouted.
Once war had begun, resentment took root on both sides. Small fights became small acts of revenge, and as their scale grew, they could spiral into an irreversible full-scale war.
“Right, the Dwarves. Let’s go meet them now.”
“Right now?”
“Now. Open a Gate.”
“To Ailstobic? They won’t open a Gate for us.”
“Then we’ll go through Derham first, then head there.”
I moved to Derham, the capital of Newus, with Bae Na-young, Phillarion, and two Elf Elders, then traveled onward to the capital of the Dwarf Kingdom, Ailstobic.
“The King of Newus, the King of the Elves. To arrive so suddenly—is this not discourteous?”
One of the Dwarves greeted us before the Gate. The recent battle had clearly strained relations, and his gaze toward the Elves was cold.
“Where is King Dallobit?”
At my words, the Dwarf’s brow twitched.
“The King is occupied.”
“Tell him to make time.”
“The King is occ—”
Crack!
I brought my fist down on the Dwarf’s head as he repeated himself.
The short Dwarf’s neck compressed, then his body sprang back like a coil, sending him tumbling backward.
“Next person in charge.”
I spoke to the Dwarf standing behind him. His mouth hung open in shock.
“Where is the King?”
“A…. ALARM!!!”
The Dwarf who met my gaze cried out, and armored Dwarf knights poured forth from behind, weapons in hand.
“Alright…. Let’s try this then.”
A Dwarf with a magnificently braided red beard leaped high and brought his axe crashing down toward me.
I caught the axe with my fist and struck it.
The axe shattered, but it had been a fine weapon—the recoil was stronger than I’d anticipated.
I threw punches at the Dwarves rushing forward in succession, striking not their bodies but the swords and shields they wielded. They broke against my fists, of course, but the recoil was tremendous.
The Dwarves’ weapons were certainly superior to those of the Elves, but the physical abilities of those wielding them were nothing particularly remarkable.
With each of my attacks, the weapon-bearing Dwarves flew backward one after another.
“What in the world is that?”
While I was still hurling dwarves skyward, a dwarf wielding a cylindrical weapon as large as his own torso appeared.
As heavy as it was massive, he slung a diagonal strap across his shoulder and gripped two handles mounted atop the cylinder with both hands, aiming it directly at me.
“You insane bastard! Don’t fire that thing!”
“Are you really going to let that bastard keep going?!”
The cylindrical machine spun menacingly, emitting a terrifying sound.
Curious about what it was, I waited quietly.
A sphere of blue light materialized in the opening, and as the dwarf pulled the trigger, a blue beam shot forth.
It was a highly concentrated mass of mana.
I countered by unleashing an aura beam from my right hand.
My aura collided with his blue aura, scattering in all directions. The fractured beams tore through and obliterated buildings around us.
The dwarves scattered in panic.
Bae Na-young had created a shield, watching from behind with the elves. The beam didn’t reach them since they were directly behind me.
Though I was controlling my strength, the sheer destructive power was remarkable. No wonder the Empire was so formidable if they had weapons like this to sell.
As the damage spiraled beyond control, I poured more power into my attack to end this quickly.
My aura pierced through the blue beam.
My crimson aura beam penetrated the weapon and detonated it, and the dwarf holding it was charred to ash.
“Call for reinforcements!”
Short dwarves rushed in by the dozens, wielding axes, spears, and swords, gradually encircling me.
“Leave this to me!”
A dwarf with his beard braided into two strands charged at me, hefting a shield as large as his own body.
The front of the shield bristled with razor-sharp blades.
I twisted my waist and shoulders backward, channeling aura into my fist.
Then I whipped my body around and struck the shield like a lash.
Clang!
My fist collided with the shield, and a shockwave rippled outward in all directions.
The shockwave sent all the dwarves tumbling, but the shield I’d struck and the twin-bearded dwarf holding it remained standing.
“Impressive… you withstood that? Let’s try again.”
As I drew my arm back for another strike, the shield shattered into fragments, and the dwarf behind it dropped his broken arms limply to his sides, collapsing to his knees.
“Stand down!”
Finally, Dallobit, the Dwarf King who had been watching from hiding, revealed himself.
“Ahem… It seems the Gate garrison overreacted. Follow me.”
It was obvious he’d been waiting in the shadows, ready to join in, but decided to change his approach instead.
Bae Na-young, the elf, and I followed Dallobit.
The Dwarf Village was the complete opposite of the Elf Village. The town, filled with steel plates and mechanical devices, looked like a blend of medieval and modern times.
The royal fortress was unmistakably massive even from a distance. Countless dwarves lining the path to the fortress cast hostile glances our way.

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