The Sessor To The Underworld Is A Cheat yer 12
Swish! Thud, thud.
But all Wolf could see were Saint’s feet.
Suddenly, Wolf’s head, now detached, rolled on the ground like trash.
Everything happened in the blink of an eye.
“Let’s go.”
Saint swung his sword once again, swiftly oveing Wolf’s subordinate who stood there dazed.
“Let’s go.”
Snick.
A gust of blood wind began to blow in the alley of Borfeo.
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A small war unfolding in the alley of Borfeo.
“Kill him!”
“Aaargh!”
The sounds of youthful screams and cries filled thete-night alley of Borfeo.
Among the four masters of the alley, Cyclops was considered the strongest in terms of power.
But when it came to evaluating the skills of his subordinates, Wolf was hailed as the best.
Coming from a lineage of knights, Wolf had learned proper swordsmanship, thanks to the skilled individuals who had joined him.
Swish! Swish!
However, it was Wolf’s subordinates who were being ughtered now.
“This city has nothing special.”
Saint stood at the forefront.
Around him, Wolf’s subordinates, trembling with fear, were stepping back.
Over a hundred of Wolf’s subordinates.
Among them, one-third fell under Saint’s hands.
Thoughcking inparison to Wolf, their posture and swordsmanship were far from shabby.
Swish!
Saint’s de was so sharp and powerful that it couldn’t bepared to the likes of Wolf.
Recognized in the alleys of Borfeo, but ultimately just street thugs.
“Deran. Keep an eye out.”
“Yes, Captain.”
“Did you call me, Captain!”
The Saint, with thousands of masters who shook the continent, could not be his match.
“That should be enough. Spare those who can be spared and clean up.”
“Yes.”
“And make sure to catch that Fox.”
The momentum had already shifted, the scales tippedpletely.
“You can handle it, right?”
Cyclops was intimidated by the Saint’s chilling words, but Daelen was different.
“Go and return.”
“Don’t disappoint.”
Alone, the Saint moved through the battlefield.
His path obstructed by the Wolf’s henchmen, but…
Shwaaah!
They soon scattered like spilled blood on the ground.
Thud.
The Saint advanced, stepping on puddles of blood.
The destination was a shallow iron mine far away.
Unlike when facing the Wolf, the Saint’s momentum was even more honed.
Thump! Thump!
The Dragon Heart, taking ce of his own heart, enhanced the Saint’s senses.
“He’s an Ogre.”
The owner of the back alley of Borfeo, taken over before his arrival.
Ogre.
Heard to possess great power, wielding a swordrger than an adult man with ease.
But such things were of no concern.
The reason that caught the Saint’s attention was one.
“He calls himself Demorus.”
That was all there was to it.
-It’s better to keep that in mind.
Arin had warned.
-Mying to you means the sessor war of Demorus has begun.
The sessor war.
A war to select the sessor to take Demorus’s ce.
-The path to Demorus will be your test.
This is a test.
No.
A “main quest.”
The main quest of the sessor life in the dark realm, which will be hisst life.
-Demorus’s skilled ones have the right to find Demorus’s bloodline and qualify as guardians.
Therefore.
-On the way to Demorus, you may encounter it.
Arin clearly warned.
-Another Demorus.
You will meet a being simr to yourself.
“Ha.”
Sain chuckled.
“Simr to me.”
Arin’s meaning of saying so would be simple.
Sharing the same lineage.
Those who inherit the power of Demorus.
Sneer.
But Sain smiled.
“If that’s all.”
Thud.
“Daring topare with what you dare to im.”
He and they would never be simr beings.
ng.
He tightened his grip on the sword.
Yet he did not ignore Arin’s warning.
This ce is simr to the world he knew yet different.
Not sure what differences exist, he couldn’t be sure those differences weren’t dangerous.
“Even if you say that, nothing will change.”
Suddenly, Sain’s eyes were calm.
“I.”
A halted step.
“Will survive.”
He will survive.
Survive and eventually move towards his goal.
Once a world he loved so much.
Now a world turned into a prison.
“If the ce I live is hell.”
A world he must pay for falling away.
If that ce is hell.
“I’ll turn it into heaven.”
Where Sain stopped was the rugged mountains of Borfeo.
Once known as the Borfeo Iron Mine that produced enough iron to sustain a kingdom.
But after the ancient empire fell and not long after, it became infested with monsters, making iron production impossible.
“Hey!”
Here stands Sain Demorus, the sessor of the Dark Abyss.
“Wee, guest.”
This was the starting point of his session war.
ng!
The iron mine began to tremble.
ng! ng!
Loud noises echoed from inside, indicating something was happening.
“Fortunately, I didn’t keep you waiting long enough for you to break down the door ande in.”
The echoing voice of Sein.
Thud!
Once again, along with the resounding noise, someone revealed themselves in the iron mine.
It was a giant to the point where calling it a giant wouldn’t be an overstatement.
Height surpassing meters, hair cropped short.
“A thief, huh.”
A voice that seemed to tear apart.
It’s that guy.
“I thought Cyclops only took your eyeballs, did he take your eyes too?”
They moved towards each other.
“Do I look like a thief to you?”
“No.”
Sein looking up, Ogre looking down.
“You seem like a stray dog without an owner.”
Finally, the two faced each other.
Thud!
With a loud noise, the Ogre’s fist came down where Sein was standing.
Fwoosh.
In the dispersing smoke, a slight tremor was visible.
“Are you really an Ogre?”
Sein’s sword blocked the Ogre’s fist.
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The man known as Ogre.
One day, a man who called himself Ogre came to Borfeo and took over an alleyway alone.
For daring to challenge him, he took someone’s eyeball, someone’s arm, someone’s leg, and ear.
Thud!
He truly possessed the strength and physique deserving of being called an Ogre.
“Ha.”
Sein chuckled.
Fwoosh.
Opening the distance, Sein stood with a raised sword.
However, the sword was trembling.
The shock from the recent sh.
Crash-!
And in an instant, Sein’s sword shattered into pieces.
“What kind of strength is this?”
He didn’t put up a fight.
From Noble mtl dot
It was a greeting.
Yet, it was a body that had tirelessly trained, possessing the physical abilities of the past that had been inherited as the tutorial ended.
Wavering.
It was difficult to withstand the power of the ogre.
“Did you endure that?”
The ogre’s voice echoed.
“Did I just endure it?”
Sein replied.
Thud, thud.
At that moment, the sound of water droplets falling to the ground caught the ogre’s attention.
Blood droplets were forming and trickling down from the fist that had just struck Sein.
“So, it’s you.”
The ogre spoke as if he had realized something.
“The crazy one with rumors circting in Borpeo.”
Sein drew out another sword.
It was a long sword that had only been briefly examined as there wasn’t enough time to properly craft it.
“Is that all you heard?”
“…Demolus, is it true?”
“I find it hard to believe it myself.”
Sein adjusted his stance again.
“Are you….”
Before Sein could finish his sentence.
Thwack!
As if Sein’s new form had beenunched, it appeared before the ogre’s eyes.
“The fact that our blood is mixed.”
Thud!
A strike from above.
It was different from before.
Unlike the greeting earlier, a distinct aura of magical light was enhancing the durability and cutting power of the long sword.
Nevertheless…
Rustle!
The ogre blocked Sein’s sword.
Boom!
Light emanated from the ogre’s fist.
Sein tried to twist his body quickly, but it was toote.
The immense power emanating from the Ogre’s fist.
Kwaaang-!
Sent Sein flying.
Impaled in the abandoned building, a testament to its existence as a mine.
“I can’t believe it myself.”
Ogre took heavy steps towards Sein and said, his voice resonating.
“That someone like you shares the same blood as me.”
Ogre was like a mountain.
Two legs standing firm.
Fists like rocks.
“I’m curious to ask.”
“…!”
Though Sein felt the impact just now, Ogre’s attention shifted to the sounding from the crumbling building.
“Is your mother an Ogre?”
A shiver ran down Ogre’s spine in an instant.
Fwack!
Realizing something was amiss, Ogre swung his fist, but it was toote.
A towering figure, a swung fist.
Beneath, Sein was smiling, eyes shing.
“Indeed. Your mother is an Ogre, without a doubt.”
Pwoosh!
Sein’s de finally pierced Ogre’s seemingly imprable flesh.
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“Power surpasses that of a Dark Hop Goblin.”
Ogre.
“And he can wield magic with certainty.”
Among those encountered so far, there were those who could wield magic.
Derren, Cyclops, and Wolf could extract magic to some extent.