Sword Master With One Strike Kill - Chapter 239

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One-Strike Kill Swordmaster Episode 239

Episode 239. Zahhar (2)

Pause-.

For a moment, Zahhar wore a dazed expression.

It was clear he couldn’t immediately understand what Tyrant Dragon had just said.

That was understandable.

How many people wouldn’t have their brains freeze after suddenly hearing that someone devoured their mother?

Even I was on the verge of my mind going blank, so that says it all.

“What the hell is this now…”

The moment Zahhar frowned and muttered.

Tyrant Dragon, as if he had been waiting for this, added fuel to the fire.

“It’s okay, Zahhar! You don’t need to be too sad! Your mother will continue to live and breathe inside Gaon forever!”

“…?”

“…?”

Silence.

The stillness that covered Vilopozy was so heavy it could almost be called violent.

Not only Zahhar and Dorico Shiro, but also Adelia, Mangnyeom, and even the nearby Dwarves all fell silent.

Whiiiiing-.

Only the desolate wind swept through the ravine.

No one dared to speak. More precisely, it would be accurate to say no one even knew what to say.

Haah-.

In that disastrous situation, I couldn’t help but let out a deep sigh.

‘Well, strictly speaking, it’s not exactly wrong…’

A few minutes ago.

I recalled what Tyrant Dragon had said directly.

─How fascinating. The Ancient Dragon, the primordial dragon and my ancestor, lives and breathes within your body.

I had indeed absorbed the Ancient Dragon’s body.

And according to Roel’s story, that Ancient Dragon was also Zahhar’s biological mother. Though they had never interacted with each other.

In other words, Tyrant Dragon’s statement wasn’t wrong logically speaking.

However.

‘When you phrase it like that, the situation sounds absolutely bizarre.’

Anyway.

This simple-minded lizard brain… or rather, was he actually being intelligent? He might have deliberately chosen destructive words to provoke his opponent.

Otherwise, there’s no way he would spout such nonsense so triumphantly.

Right?

“Wait a minute.”

Pause-.

While I was having such thoughts to myself.

Zahhar narrowed his eyes as if he had realized something.

“Don’t tell me.”

The vertically slit pupils characteristic of the Dragon Clan turned toward me. The endlessly relaxed gaze began to be tinged with sharp wariness.

“You bastard…”

Zahhar growled in a much lower voice.

“Did you absorb the Ancient Dragon’s Dragon Heart?”

“…?”

No way.

What?

‘Even though he said it so crudely, he understood it perfectly?’

It seemed there was definitely some unique linguistic system among lizards that humans could never understand.

“Yes. That aura is definitely the Ancient Dragon’s. So that’s why I felt the heterogeneous aura of a fellow dragon? A human swallowed a Dragon Heart? Does that even make sense? No, in the first place, there’s no way the Ancient Dragon’s dragon heart from thousands of years ago would still remain…”

Mutter mutter-.

Zahhar began pouring out soliloquies with an extremely confused expression. The coldness he had shown initially was nowhere to be found.

He was like a mad scientist faced with unexpected experimental results.

Struggling to understand the phenomenon before his eyes, yet falling into panic because it couldn’t be explained by his logic.

However.

Stop-.

The confusion didn’t last long.

Before long, Zahhar took a deep breath. His disheveled expression gradually settled, and coldness began to frost over his golden eyes once again.

Swoosh-.

He slowly raised his head and looked back and forth between Tyrant Dragon and me.

“I’m not sure what the situation is.”

“…”

“However, one thing is certain.”

Clear disgust spread across Zahhar’s golden eyes. Though his voice was infinitely calm, suppressed hostility flowed beneath it.

“There are now two half-wits like Tyrant Dragon. This is an intolerable insult to the entire Dragon Clan.”

“Don’t be ridiculous!”

Tyrant Dragon shouted angrily.

“Four days ago, the Ancient Dragon acknowledged both of us as true dragons! She called me a young dragon, and even bestowed a Dragon Heart directly upon Gaon…”

“What crazy nonsense are you spouting?”

Zahhar coldly cut off Tyrant Dragon’s words.

“The Ancient Dragon died when the primordial age arrived.”

“No!”

Tyrant Dragon shouted again.

“I thought your mother was dead too, but your mother was alive!”

“…?”

“And as I said before, she’s still living and breathing inside Gaon right now!”

Zahhar’s brow furrowed.

“Fuck, so what the hell does that bullshit even mean?”

Unfortunately, this time the lizards’ unique linguistic system didn’t seem to work. Zahhar wore an expression showing he couldn’t understand Tyrant Dragon’s words at all.

“…”

I just silently watched the scene from behind.

Honestly, I was almost laughing inside. The sight of two lizards having a war of words while going on about each other’s mothers.

‘Anyway, Zahhar won’t attack first here.’

In the Vilopozy scenario, Zahhar always moved according to set patterns. With his obsession with perfection, he always thoroughly followed plans he had made in advance.

“I won’t waste words.”

Just then, Zahhar opened his mouth. Though it was a voice that had regained composure with effort, there was still an edge to it.

“I have two demands.”

Familiar dialogue.

Lines I had heard so many times through 199 cycles that they were drilled into my ears.

At this moment, the game and reality began to overlap once again.

“First.”

Zahhar raised one finger.

“Hand over one test subject from Project Seraphim to us.”

Swoosh-.

Then a second finger went up.

“And second. Give us Tyrant Dragon’s life. If you comply with just those conditions, I’ll leave Vilopozy alone and move on.”

Silence.

All of Vilopozy held its breath.

The dwarves looked at us with tense faces, and Adelia took a defensive stance with her hand on her sword hilt.

And Zahhar.

Swoosh-.

Slowly turned his gaze to stare directly at me.

Our eyes met with his golden pupils. A twisted sneer spread across his lips.

“I’d like to eliminate a half-wit like you along with Tyrant Dragon while I have the chance… but there’s still much I need to find out.”

“…”

“I need to uncover the secret of how a mere human absorbed the dragon heart of an Ancient Dragon who died thousands of years ago.”

Zahhar stepped back and declared as if doing us a favor.

“Therefore, I’ll spare your life just this once.”

“…”

“…”

Swoosh-.

I slowly turned my gaze to stare directly at Zahhar.

Then I quietly opened my mouth.

“What happens if I refuse that demand?”

A moment of silence passed. Zahhar stared at me for a long while before letting out a snicker.

“It doesn’t matter either way.”

He slowly nodded and continued speaking.

“Whether you comply obediently or resist, the result won’t change. My demands will be met unconditionally anyway.”

“…”

“The test subject from Project Seraphim will fall into our hands anyway, and Tyrant Dragon will eventually meet his death too.”

Zahhar slowly looked around Vilopozy and added.

“However, the process will differ depending on your answer.”

“…”

“If you comply with my proposal obediently, this village will be safe, but if you refuse, this dwarven stronghold that boasts hundreds of years of history will turn to ash.”

Zahhar raised his hand and concluded.

“In the end, the only thing you can choose is the life and death of this village’s people. That’s all.”

I calmly opened my mouth.

“Then I refuse your demand.”

“…What?”

Grind-.

Zahhar gritted his teeth.

He seemed inwardly hurt in his pride at having his proposal immediately rejected.

Rumble-!

The threatening aura characteristic of the Dragon Clan began to surge through the ravine.

At the same time, messages I’d seen countless times began to fill my vision.

Ding-!

〔Mental Power ‘MAX’ resists the opponent’s intimidation.〕

But I didn’t care.

There was no need to be afraid.

Because…

〔MP : 10/10〕

…I had already finished preparing for an all-out battle with Zahhar.

“As long as I’m here.”

Shing-.

I drew Feather Sword from its sheath.

A gentle light began to flow from the blade.

“You won’t be able to capture Vilopozy no matter what methods you use.”

* * *

The negotiations had broken down.

Two conflicting interests had collided head-on, and battle was now inevitable.

Thud, thud-.

Zahhar moved his steps without a word. Dorico Shiro cautiously followed behind him.

The farther they got from Vilopozy, the drier the air became and the more desolate their surroundings grew.

“Um, you know…”

Dorico Shiro, who had been walking for a while, glanced around nervously and spoke up.

“Wa-was the Ancient Dragon your mother?”

“Yes.”

Zahhar answered matter-of-factly.

“Though I’ve never seen her.”

“…?”

Dorico Shiro tilted her head. She looked like she didn’t understand.

Zahhar let out a short sigh and continued his explanation.

“Dragon Clan parents don’t raise their children. They simply prepare one safe lair and incubate their eggs there.”

“…”

“From the moment they hatch, the young must become independent on their own. That is the Dragon Clan way.”

His voice was cold.

A tone that stated only facts without any emotional fluctuation.

Dorico Shiro nodded at this and asked again.

“Anyway, you were trying to create a Thunder Zombie Dragon from your mother’s remains…?”

“What’s wrong with that?”

“…”

Dorico Shiro couldn’t bring herself to continue. It was such tremendous filial impiety that even she was shocked.

Regardless, Zahhar calmly continued speaking.

“Unfortunately, the Ancient Dragon’s remains are sleeping in Vilopozy, so I won’t be able to use them right away.”

“…”

“However, Vilopozy is the mountain range where the primordial dragons were born. It wasn’t just the territory of ‘The Master of Mana and Mysteries’ but of countless dragons.”

“…”

“And old dragons have the habit of wanting to meet their death in the place where they were born.”

Zahhar’s golden eyes glowed softly.

“Which means.”

Swoosh-.

Zahhar, who had stopped in an open field in the Uncharted Wilderness, slowly raised his hand.

Whooom-!

An enormous amount of mana began to surge.

The air distorted and the earth trembled.

Rumble──!

The ground began to rise.

The terrain changed wildly as bedrock shot up, and dust scattered in all directions.

“Ugh, uaaahhh!”

Dorico Shiro staggered. She barely managed not to fall by hastily grabbing onto Zahhar’s arm.

Kwa-kwa-kwa-kwa-!

The tremendous noise continued.

How much time had passed like this? Finally, everything became quiet.

“….”

Slowly-.

Dorico Shiro cautiously opened her eyes.

And.

“Wh, whaaaaat?”

The next moment, she couldn’t help but be shocked.

Beneath her feet as she stood on the towering rocky terrain. A massive crater spread out below.

And beneath that, white and enormous bones were piled up in layers.

Dragon bones.

The skeletal remains of no less than a dozen dragons had revealed themselves from deep within the earth.

“This should be enough….”

Zahhar said, looking back at Dorico Shiro.

Hiss-.

A cold and ruthless smile spread across his lips.

“…to turn Vilopozy into a wasteland.”

Dorico Shiro, a master of necromancy. And Hodupayi, an expert in chimera creation. If Zahhar’s dark magic was added to that.

These skeletal remains would become nothing short of a catastrophe itself.

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