The Return of the Genius Ranker’s Myth Warehouse - Chapter 218

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Chapter 218
Chapter 218
While traversing the Swampland.
I moved alongside the Emperor himself.
Of course, not to the extent of boarding the Emperor’s carriage—rather, I rode my horse directly beside it.
“Have you been well all this time? Come to think of it, this is our first encounter outside the palace.”
“I’ve been managing well enough. Surely you’ve already heard all the details?”
“Ha, indeed I have. How you subjugated the pirate islands in the Southern Region and defeated the Evil God known as the White Aquatic Deity. That’s precisely why I’ve journeyed here personally.”
The reason was straightforward.
To serve as a conversational companion for the Emperor.
The Emperor was in such high spirits that he cast aside all formality and continued speaking to me.
“This bridge, I must say, is remarkably well constructed. Even a substantial army could cross without difficulty.”
“It’s thanks to the skilled architect who lent their expertise.”
“It far surpasses the standards of the Empire’s engineering corps. And I notice no monsters approach this bridge. Could it be due to those torches?”
“Yes, they’re torches that repel monster approach. At minimum, ordinary monsters cannot enter their radius.”
“Fascinating. Might we arrange formal supply to the Empire?”
“If materials permit, I shall consider it.”
There was much to discuss.
From the Swampland we were currently traversing, to the Kalbera Territory I had been granted.
What had transpired upon my arrival at the territory, how I had defeated the pirates and the Evil God.
The Emperor’s questions were endless, and I answered faithfully within the limits of what could be disclosed.
Then.
“Enemies!”
“Monsters have appeared!”
“Halt movement! Battle stations!”
The surroundings erupted into chaos.
Simultaneously, the Guard Captain issued combat orders, and the Imperial Guard members rapidly formed their formations.
True to their rigorous training, they assumed battle positions in an instant.
Yet how could monsters appear here, where protective torches were stationed at regular intervals to form a barrier against their approach?
The answer was simple.
‘Boss monsters. Or named monsters.’
Powerful creatures that the protective torches could not repel.
Previously, I had thoroughly eliminated all boss and named monsters in the Swampland to gather materials.
But time had passed, and new monsters had emerged.
The identity of this newly spawned creature was.
“Kiiiieeeeee—.”
“It’s a Gulgrup!”
Gulgrup.
A colossal worm-type monster that dwells beneath the Swampland.
A swamp variant of the Desert Worm—that earthworm-like monster that appears in deserts, one might say.
As a Named Monster, it was immune to the Vigilant’s Torches, possessed a colossal frame, and appeared formidably strong and troublesome at first glance.
“For the glory of the great Emperor!”
“Eliminate this ignorant beast that dares bare its fangs at our great Emperor!”
Yet in truth, it posed no significant threat.
The Imperial Guard members assembled here were renowned warriors even within the Imperial Palace itself.
The Guard Captain standing beside me could dispatch it with merely a few strikes.
That she refrained from engaging revealed her singular purpose—to protect the Emperor.
The Guard Captain’s duty was not to slay monsters, but to shield the Emperor.
She would draw her blade only once.
When the creature breached the Emperor’s protective perimeter.
“Kiiieeeee—”
“Strike!”
The Imperial Guard’s combat prowess was exceptional.
The Swampland terrain hampered mobility, and the monster itself was notoriously difficult to engage.
Yet they were dismantling it flawlessly, without the slightest error.
Truly, the Imperial Guard.
At this rate, the battle would conclude shortly.
But then.
“Kiiieeeeeeeek—!”
The Named Monster the Imperial Guard was currently facing.
A roar far more thunderous than Gulgrup’s echoed across the sky.
A cry reminiscent of Luke’s Dragon Fear itself emanated from above.
As the startled gazes of all turned skyward, what appeared was.
“A Wyvern!”
A draconic creature dominating the heavens with its massive wings in flight.
A Wyvern indeed.
But no ordinary one.
Its size dwarfed the White Wyvern—the lowest-tier flying drake ridden by the Empire’s Wyvern Knights—with blazing, fierce eyes.
Most notably, that deep emerald hide.
“A Green Wyvern.”
Revealed its species.
A Green Wyvern.
Dwelling in Forests and Swamplands, it hunts terrestrial life with venomous talons and toxic breath.
An ordinary Wyvern would pose no concern, but this specimen was exceptional among its kind.
In other words, a Named Monster.
With a thunderous cry, the Green Wyvern dove like a falcon, proving its might.
Crunch!
“Impossible!”
“Gulgrup… in a single strike?”
It tore Gulgrup’s neck clean off.
The Wyvern’s venomous talons were unnecessary.
At speeds exceeding 300 kilometers per hour, those hard and razor-sharp claws pierced through Gulgrup’s throat, shattered bone, and tore through muscle with brutal efficiency.
Having landed, the Wyvern then—
Crunch!
Apparently quite hungry, it tore into Gulgrup’s corpse with savage ferocity.
Only then did the Wyvern’s gaze turn toward us.
“Defensive formation! Sage, establish a barrier against the poison breath!”
“Focus on defense, not offense!”
The soldiers immediately reformed their ranks and prepared their defenses.
Wariness flickered in their eyes.
The Guard Captain felt the same.
Well, understandably so.
This creature was beyond Rafletia, the boss monster I’d faced before.
If Rafletia had been the boss of one section of the Swamp, then this beast was the true sovereign ruling over the entire Swampland.
I hoped it would simply disappear now that its belly was full.
“Kiiiiieeeeeek!”
It seemed to have no such intention.
The green Wyvern unleashed a roar, then drew in a deep breath.
The Imperial Guard members recoiled in alarm.
“Breath attack!”
“Everyone fall back!”
“Sage! The barrier!”
“Ready!”
“All of you, get inside the barrier!”
In that moment.
Kwaaaaaagh!!
The Wyvern unleashed its breath.
A poison breath laden with thick emerald toxins.
The instant it erupted, it rotted the Swamp, killed insects, decayed trees, and crashed against the barrier conjured by the Imperial Guard’s Sage.
However, its power was far greater than anticipated.
The translucent barrier trembled violently, appearing as though it might shatter at any moment.
Given the situation, I turned my head to look at the Guard Captain.
“….”
The Guard Captain still showed no sign of moving.
That was right.
There was only one moment when she would draw her sword.
The instant the green Wyvern’s attack reached the Carriage’s doorstep.
If she rushed forward at any other time, she’d be unable to respond if the Dark Assassin, who might be watching for an opening, attempted to strike at the Emperor.
However, if I left things as they were, the situation would only worsen, and the bridge I’d worked so hard to construct would be destroyed.
“I’ll handle it.”
“Hoho, is that so? I’m quite looking forward to witnessing the capabilities of Baron Mir, who defeated the Evil God, firsthand.”
I decided to step forward myself here.
Well, the Green Wyvern itself is such a rare monster that it’s difficult to encounter, so I was also curious about what items it might drop.
Whoosh!
To advance toward the Green Wyvern.
I charged toward the defensive barrier that the Imperial Guard’s mages had erected.
“Baron Mir!”
“It’s dangerous!”
“At least wait until the breath attack stops…!”
Seeing that I was close to the Emperor, the Imperial Guard members called out with concern in their voices.
However, even if the Green Wyvern’s poison breath was formidable.
“Luke.”
– Yes, Master.
I possessed an abundance of items related to poison resistance.
Of course, if the Green Wyvern’s breath attack was strong enough, the poison level would be too high for ordinary items to block.
[ Hydra’s Shed Skin Cloak ]
( Non-Tradeable )
Type: Cloak
Grade: Mythic
Requirement: Level 700 or higher
Description: A cloak crafted from the shed skin of Hydra, the immortal nine-headed monster born between Typhon and Echidna.
But if it was a Mythic-grade cloak of level 700 equipment, that was a different story entirely.
Swish.
Black Flame rippled across my body, and the cloak draped over my shoulders.
A deep crimson hue that felt ominous, and a texture that gleamed as if alive.
This cloak, made from Hydra’s shed skin, possessed extraordinary poison resistance befitting the reputation of Hydra, which bore the god-slaying venom that could even fell deities.
As such.
Whoosh!
“Baron Mir!”
“If you break through the barrier, you’ll dissolve instantly from the…wait?”
“H-how?”
“How are you unharmed after taking that breath attack head-on?”
I broke through the defensive barrier and took a direct hit from the poison breath, yet I remained unaffected by the toxin.
The Green Wyvern’s poison breath was so potent that even without breathing, the equipment and skin itself would melt away.
Thanks to the Mythic-grade cloak’s poison resistance, I was able to charge toward the Green Wyvern unobstructed even through the breath attack.
With the Green Wyvern’s keen senses, it should have detected my presence long ago.
– Using the skill ‘Stealth’.
Due to my obscured presence from the Stealth skill, the creature still hadn’t noticed me.
In fact, it wasn’t only because of the Stealth skill.
The thick emerald poison breath it was exhaling.
That breath concealed not only my form, but also my sound and scent.
The creature never imagined that someone would infiltrate through its own breath.
Using its breath as cover, I pierced through and reached the moment I arrived at its maw.
[ Using Black Flame Transformation. ]
[ Borrowing the power of the Black Flame Dragon, Luknir Desperato Ignockton. ]
I elevated my stats using Black Flame Transformation.
[ Gram, the Wrath Dragon Slayer ]
( Non-tradeable )
Type: Sword
Grade: Legendary
Restriction: Level 800 or higher, Sword Mastery Lv 80 or higher
Description: The legendary dragon-slaying sword used by Sigurd, the hero of Nord, when he slew the evil dragon Fafnir.
A Legendary-grade weapon that inflicts tremendous additional damage against dragon-type monsters.
A Dragon Slayer bearing the mark of a coiled serpent etched upon it.
I drew forth Gram, the dragon-slaying sword.
Only then did the Wyvern Knight recognize my presence and desperately attempted to close its maw.
– Using the skill ‘Black Insect Flash’.
But Gram pierced through its maw far more swiftly.
Squelch!
Gram, the dragon-slaying sword, drove deep into the dragon’s maw.
While inferior to the reverse scales—the dragon’s true weakness—the interior of the mouth was a vulnerable area where most monsters, dragons included, would suffer grievous wounds.
Not only did I drive deep into such a weak point.
– Activating Gram’s unique skill, ‘Evil Dragon Slayer’.
As Gram’s unique skill manifested, the aura of dragon-slaying erupted from within its maw.
“Kiiiiiiieeeeeeeek-!!”
The true master of the Swampland and the ruler of the skies.
The Green Wyvern Knight rose its body violently and unleashed a pitiful scream.

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