Chapter 507

Chapter 507

Raon closed his eyes while moving towards the merchant city of Cameloon.

‘Seven stars make a huge difference.’

His aura’s recovery speed had become at least twice as fast as before with the Ten Thousand Flames Cultivation and Glacier reaching seven stars.

He wasn’t using the Supreme Harmony Steps, but he was getting more aura than what he was spending while going all-out on footwork.

‘I should focus on recovery rather than speed since the fight isn’t over yet.’

The Holy Sword Alliance master and the White Blood Religion’s leader were stopped by the leaders of the Five Divine Orders, but they still had many subordinates. Since they could decide to follow at any moment, it was necessary to get ready for battle.

Raon was getting used to the growth of his body and traits while maintaining his movement speed when Wrath suddenly popped up from the ice flower bracelet.

Hey.

Raon could understand why Wrath had emerged. He was definitely going to ask him to increase the speed because he wanted to have some ice cream.

Increase your speed right now.

‘Wait a little. I have a lot to check right now.’

Raon smiled because he was saying exactly what he was anticipating, but Wrath’s expression hardened without the slightest sign of playfulness.

...Is he just passing by? No, there’s no way he would. He knew about it from the beginning. We are going to encounter him soon.

Wrath murmured some incomprehensible things while looking up at the dark sky.

‘Wrath?’

Exert all of your energy to run as fast as you can. You are going to regret it if you don’t.

He closed his mouth and pointed in the direction of their destination with his finger. It was slightly west of Cameloon.

Raon nodded heavily upon seeing Wrath’s emotionless eyes.

‘...Got it.’

Wrath was often unable to read the mood, but he was extremely serious when it was necessary.

Considering what he said, something must’ve happened to those who’d escaped before him.

“Huff...”

Raon exhaled the impure energy and stomped on the ground powerfully. The seven-star Ten Thousand Flames Cultivation’s heat was condensed in the mana circuits of his feet and thighs, adding a frightening amount of explosive speed to the Supreme Harmony Steps.

His vision had even turned dark from the drastic acceleration.

Rumble!

The aura he’d worked so hard to accumulate was being drained rapidly, but he kept running in the direction Wrath had pointed while believing in him.

“Ah...”

It didn’t even take a minute of running before Raon looked up to the sky with trembling lips.

“Wh-what is that...?”

A huge amount of demonic energy was soaring from a nearby location. The energy wave was even more powerful than that of a Grandmaster. A monster that had reached heaven was revealing himself.

‘Is he from the Black Tower?’

No one outside the Demon Reception Society and the Black Tower had that much demonic energy.

Since there was no way the Demon Reception Society would suddenly make its appearance after failing to appear for dozens of years, it was definitely a demonized human from the Black Tower.

‘And the fact that a transcended monster of the Black Tower is here means...’

Raon bit his trembling lip.

‘That the tower’s vice master is here.’

There were two transcenders in the Black Tower, the tower’s master and the vice master. Since there was no reason for the tower’s master to come all the way to Cameloon, he must’ve been the vice master Orgos, looking for Raon, who used to be in Banneret.

‘Damn it.’

He furrowed his brow while looking at Wrath.

‘I can understand why you told me to go faster.’

He couldn’t exactly sense it because of Orgos’s massive amount of demonic energy, but it was obvious who would be there. The Light Wind division, the warriors from the neutral factions, and the civilians would’ve been discovered.

You should be able to tell since you felt it. You can’t win against him in your current state. Are you going to run away?

Wrath met Raon’s eyes with a serious gaze, asking for his course of action.

“Run?”

Raon laughed coldly while looking into Wrath’s sky-blue pupils.

“Do you think I’d run away after all I did to raise them?”

The option of running away didn’t even exist in his mind. There was only one thing he was thinking about. He was trying to devise a plan to rescue the people over there.

Thud!

Raon used Supreme Harmony’s second step and left a deep footprint on the snow-covered land. There wasn’t the slightest hesitation in his advance towards the storming demonic energy.

* * *

Crack!

The martial arts of the transcenders in Banneret severed heaven and earth, and a dimension of darkness emerged.

All kinds of fissures appeared in the sky, which looked like a tattered outfit patched with fabric, and a huge tremor occurred—putting the entire city on the verge of collapse.

The transcenders were narrowing their eyes at each other, but they suddenly looked to the north as if they’d previously promised to do so.

“Hmm...”

The Holy Sword Alliance master pulled up his sleeve and stroked his beardless chin.

“They are blatantly showing themselves. That energy must be from the Black Tower.”

He licked his lips as if he had found a new toy.

“Orgos...”

The Thespian Emperor noticed the source of the demonic energy and furrowed her brow. She was showing her true emotions for the first time after the start of the battle.

‘Why is he even here?’

Orgos hadn’t appeared when she read the heaven’s flow about the incident. Her fingertips trembled because his appearance was completely unexpected to her.

‘Don’t tell me... Is it because of Raon Zieghart once again?’

No, she was sure it was him. His existence must’ve altered heaven’s flow once again.

“Orgos, that’s the Black Tower’s vice master.”

The Holy Sword Alliance master immediately lost interest once he realized the energy didn’t belong to a swordsman and made his dark sword float into the air.

“Let’s leave them alone and resume the fight.”

He bobbed his finger towards the Demonblade and the Queen of Swords while murmuring that the fun shouldn’t be ruined.

Sheryl and Rimmer noticed the anomaly at north soon after the transcenders sensed the demonic energy.

“Th-that direction, no way...”

“That’s where the youngsters went.”

Rimmer and Sheryl’s swords became distracted. They kept glancing backward without focusing on the fight even though they were fighting against the Master of the Wise Dragon Sword, an apostle, and the Floating Soul division.

“Where are you looking?!”

“The fight is over now.”

A brown flame dragon burst from the Master of Wise the Dragon Sword, and a colorless astral sphere emerged from the apostle’s hand.

“Dorian!”

“You son of a bitch!”

“I’ll kill you!”

The Light Wind division couldn’t bear it anymore and charged at the demonized humans who were blocking their path.

The clash between auras and demonic energy caused dangerous sparks on the white land.

Burren spat out the blood stagnating in his mouth and looked back to the people behind him.

“Run away, everyone! We are going to buy time here!”

He was still caring for the civilians and the neutral factions despite the situation, and he shouted for them to quickly run away.

“Ah...”

“I want to leave, but my feet...”

“M-my body won’t move.”

Unlike the Light Wind division, whose anger had brought them to a resolution, the people from the neutral factions and the civilians couldn’t move an inch because of Orgos’s overwhelming pressure.

“Who are you?”

Orgos sneered at Burren and the Light Wind division and asked Dorian the same question once again.

“Ol-old man, are your ears clogged just like your eyeballs...?”

Dorian’s lips trembled as he looked into thin air. It looked like he didn’t even have the strength left to look at Orgos.

“...I am Raon. I am the White Sword Dragon, Raon Zieghart.”

“I see.”

Argos casually snapped his fingers. Along with the tremendous noise of an exploding rubber ball, a dark hole was created in Dorian’s abdomen.

“Ack...”

Dorian couldn’t even scream anymore and fell to the ground while coughing up blood and saliva.

“Your bond is stronger than I thought.”

Orgos gestured with his hand, and the blood stopped gushing from Dorian’s stomach.

“He’s slain a significant number of my subordinates.”

An evil smile appeared on his lips.

“It will be fun to burn you up while he’s watching.”

“You old monster! Look at me! Stop bullying the weak and attack me!”

Burren stepped up while pounding his chest.

“I’m the one you should be looking at...”

“I don’t like your eyes.”

“What?”

Orgos’s lips briskly dropped, and an explosion occurred from Burren’s right eye.

“Aaaah!”

Burren fell to his knee while covering his bleeding eye.

“......”

The next up was Runaan. She stepped forward while forcing herself to block the bleeding from her stomach. There was no trace of fear in her purple eyes as she stood with her cherished blade, Snow Flower, in her hand.

“I’m the next.”

“Don’t be so hasty. I have no intention of granting you a painless death.”

Orgos rotated his finger without even looking at Runaan.

“Die while regretting being related to Raon Zieghart.”

“Ah...”

Runaan faltered and collapsed to the right. Her right thigh was severely torn apart, as if it had been gnawed off by a ferocious beast.

“Huaaah!”

Mark Goetten had slain a demonized human to get out of the encirclement and dashed at Orgos while roaring. He wasn’t thinking that he could win at all. He simply dashed forward with a broken saber in his hand, intending to protect the others.

“Fearless eyes. I don’t like them.”

Orgos snapped his fingers with twisted lips, and a blue flame burst from Mark Goetten’s uniform.

Whap!

The small flame burnt the Light Wind division’s uniform in no time and reached his shoulder. The burning sound of flesh could be heard, but Mark Goetten didn’t stop his advance.

“You must’ve heard, but the azure flame can’t be extinguished.”

Argos shook his head, and the flame burning Mark Goetten’s shoulder amplified in an instant to engulf his arm.

“Kuh...”

Mark Goetten’s footsteps slowly came to a halt. He couldn’t withstand the pain in the end and fell to his knees on the bloody ground.

Orgos’s lips rolled into a smile as he looked down upon the Light Wind division, who’d fallen back into the pit of despair.

“Yes, I like those eyes. The bond between humans is bound to perish like a sandcastle in the face of fear. Raon Zieghart is...”

He stopped speaking, and the scene of the Light Wind division slowly standing back up was reflected in his white eyes.

Dorian stood back up while holding onto the sword that he’d slammed into the ground with his broken arm, Burren’s empty eyes were emanating an even more intense pressure than before, and Runaan raised her purple eyes while freezing the injury on her leg.

Even Mark Goetten stood back up amid the burning pain of his body and raised his broken saber.

They weren’t claiming to be Raon Zieghart anymore, but their pressures and wills were even more indomitable than before.

“Seriously...”

Orgos furrowed his brow for the first time.

“I don’t like you at all.”

He raised his hand with extremely murderous eyes. It looked like he forgot about killing them while Raon watched.

An azure flame far bigger than the one that burnt Mark Goetten’s arm was set ablaze into the air.

“Turn into ash.”

Orgos was about to spread the azure flame at the Light Wind division when a dark dagger flew towards his temple.

Crack!

The throwing dagger was crushed before it could reach Orgos, but it managed to distract him for an instant.

During the short time when the azure flame’s trajectory was altered, a silver-white wall of frost surged up in front of the Light Wind division. The transparency could even be described as sacred.

Whaam!

Even though the azure flame was supposed to incinerate anything in the world, it was unable to break through the wall of frost and disappeared while turning only the surroundings into ashes.

“Th-this wall...”

Dorian’s lips trembled as he looked at the wall of ice surrounding the Light Wind division. It was the same wall that had saved countless people’s lives at House Arianne. It was Raon’s technique, the one that he would never forget.

“You are late...”

Orgos’s gaze was directed above the wall. His lips curved into a twisted smile.

“Raon Zieghart.”