Academy’s Genius Swordsman

< 78. The Great Operation (2) >

#78

It seemed that something had happened. The man who appears to be in charge said, pointing his finger over the blocked road.

“Swordsman Zaifa and its direct units are operating in the vicinity. Wait until it’s over, or go back the other way.”

“Jaifah? Are you that jaypa I know?”

It was a name that I heard from time to time during my two lives. A swordsman who defeated Nabirose and became the first swordsman in the world. Ronan tilted his head when he heard that someone he had never actually seen in his previous life was dispatched.

‘Is this enough for Jaifa to come?’

No matter how much the Wyvern appeared, I didn’t think it was the stage where such a giant would go on his own. Ronan shrugged and asked.

“What is Sword Saint Nari doing to block the way?”

“I can’t tell you the details. For the safety of the citizens, please cooperate.”

“Hey, don’t do that, tell me a little bit.”

“I can’t.”

A look of nervousness was evident on the man’s face. The rest of the soldiers were also on alert with their flags tight. Ronan pondered for a moment, then turned his head back to taste.

“Then there is nothing you can do. I suffer.”

“Thank you for your cooperation. Monsters may appear, so go down the main road if possible.”

Bullying Gunbari didn’t suit his taste. Asher, who was in the back seat, asked anxiously.

“Hey, what now?”

“You have to turn around or cross the road. Air search can be done anywhere else anyway.”

Although it was annoying, there was nothing I could do about it. It was in the midst of searching for a section where he could fall in moderation. A loud cry erupted from among the crowd.

“You idiots who only pay taxes like this! How long do you want me to wait?”

“Keep your voice down as it may lure monsters in.”

“It’s a bummer to lower it, and in the meantime, my stuff is rotting!!”

It was so noisy, I thought a monster had appeared at first. Ronan turned his head. A fat man was poking in the face of the soldiers.

Judging by his appearance, he looked like a merchant. Behind him stood a shabby wagon led by two wretched horses.

Seeing flies tangled in all directions, it looked like they were carrying something that smelled bad. Ronan chuckled.

‘You’re just singing to kill me.’

Not only is it noisy, it even stinks. Nebula Clazier was a spy sent by the side to lure monsters, so it was not lacking.

Despite the soldiers’ warning, the man shouted like a pig. As I was contemplating whether I should take a look at my hand, an idea like a thunderbolt flashed in my head.

“Ohh.”

It was absurd, but it was possible. Even if Nebula Clazier could not be found, it was an operation that could ensure the safety of the surroundings. Ronan, who had pulled the reins, said looking back at Asher.

“Asher. Now, can you lift the carriage without too much trouble?”

“Yes? What are you talking about?”

Suddenly Ronan jumped off his horse. The merchant was still flirting with the castle and pouring out all kinds of profane words.

“Damn thugs! I can’t believe you guys have parents too! You children of the devil!”

The faces of the soldiers were gradually distorted. Ronan approached the abandoned wagon.

There was a fishy smell that made me want to empty my stomach. It was as if they were moving something like pickled fish. The horses were also arguing over and over because they were angry at the stench.

He took advantage of the opportunity no one had seen, and fired slashes all over the wagon. It also included a connection between the horse and the carriage. Scratch! The moment the connection was cut, the eyes of the horses widened.

“Puhee hee hee!”

“uh? Huh?!”

The two horses, who had become free, ran out as if they were waiting. The merchant chased after his belly, but in vain. The horses strayed from the road and disappeared into the forest next door.

“Hey, my horse runs away! I’m not chasing you, what are you doing!”

“We have to keep our seats.”

“Hey, you guys! Come back!!”

No matter how desperately I cried, the words never came back. At that moment, the wagon, which had been standing still, collapsed. The merchant screamed and ran to the wagon. The joints and wheels that were fine until yesterday were all broken. As if the contents had spilled out, there was a stronger stench coming out.

“Why…why is this happening to me…! Oh oh···!”

Couldn’t figure out the cause at all. The merchant in despair fell to the floor. The cart that used to be his livelihood was now nothing more and nothing less than a stinky pile of wood. Ronan suddenly appeared from behind and stabbed him in the shoulder.

“excuse me. mister.”

“Uhhh what is it?”

Tears like chicken dung flowed endlessly from the merchant’s narrow, slit eyes. Ronan said with a friendly smile.

“Can I take this useless garbage with me?”

“What, what…? Garbage?”

“Don’t even think about selling it. If you don’t get rid of it anyway, everyone here will die.”

For a moment, the merchant was speechless. Ronan briefly explained what would happen if this pile of wood was left unattended. Just telling him that the Wyvern’s favorite thing was rotten fish could have had enough effect.

****

“Listen upright, Asher. The smell has to spread far away.”

“Yes. All right… Whoops.”

Off the highway, the two were crossing a forest sparsely covered with trees. A pile of wood, once a wagon, floated in the air following the boys.

The wagon contained fifteen barrels full of pickled herring. Ronan opened all the barrels and cut off the roof of the wagon.

Thanks to that, every time the horses’ hooves squeaked, a deadly fishy smell was spreading in the wind. Asher, who was looking around like a meerkat, screamed.

“Hey! over there!”

“Keek!”

Ronan looked ahead. In front of them, ten goblins armed with branches and farm implements were running valiantly. He sighed and got off his horse.

“Damn disease, now even goblins attack.”

It wasn’t even a special entity like a Luna goblin, but a normal goblin. Ronan pulled the hilt. Scratch! His body rotated widely, and at the same time ten heads soared into the air.

“Wow, are we really okay…!”

“Don’t be afraid, ma’am. You haven’t killed a few yet.”

Ronan’s body was drenched in blood as he said that. It was the result of slashing enough three-digit monsters for nearly half a day. With pickled fish, they were no different from lighthouses that lured monsters.

Ronan picked up the head of the goblin that was rolling at his feet. Unsurprisingly, a familiar pattern remained on his forehead, as green as spinach. It was the imprint of Nebula Clazier that I saw on the cave giants and ogres.

“They got it too. Anyway, you fucking bastards.”

Ronan’s prediction was correct. It was Nebula Clazier’s job to attract and excite the monsters. I don’t know why they’re doing this shit again. But Ronan had no intention of letting their intentions come true.

‘If you kill me, what will come out?’

Ronan knew that killing or disabling the caster would break the magic. This was the case with Phrygia and Cyrilla. But now, there was no way to find a caster.

So Ronan was killing all the monsters attracted by the smell. It was not a loss-making business, as reducing the absolute number would make Iril’s moving safer. Ronan looked up at Asher, who was riding on his horse, and said.

“Give it up once in a while, Asher. Come see…”

That was then. Ronan’s face hardened. Asher tilted her head.

“Ronan?”

Ronan didn’t answer. His gaze remained higher than Asher on horseback.

The beings flapping their wings with their backs to the sun were too gigantic for a bird. One of them was getting close quickly. Ronan continued speaking without taking his eyes off the air.

“… Asher. Move the wagon over my head.”

“Yes···?”

“You have to hold it still. got it. Because the Wyvern has a gap when it snatches its prey.”

Asher’s face turned white, understanding the meaning of the words. Before long, a shadow fell under the feet of the boys. Ronan placed his hand on the hilt. He raised one corner of his mouth and murmured.

“Yeah, I’m just getting a little sloppy now.”

Now the shape was recognizable. A wyvern colored ocher was descending with its wings folded. Asher heard the raging wind and began to weep.

“Ughhh!”

The length from the head to the tip of the tail seemed to be 5m long. Asher suppressed her desire to faint as much as possible and moved the wagon. As Ronan’s figure was obscured, the Wyvern roared.

“Kyaah!”

“Aww!”

Asher screamed. Yongkedo’s telekinesis was not released. The moment the wyvern’s claws grabbed the wagon, Ronan swung his sword. The sword that came out after breaking the carriage hit the Wyvern’s neck. Scratch! The crescent-shaped sword passed as it was while cutting the Wyvern’s neck in half.

“Keek!”

“Good.”

The range was short, but the power was strong. Blood gushed out. The Wyvern, which fell as it was, was thrown to the floor, raising dust. Then, screams echoed from the sky again. The two birds together were descending towards Ronan at the same time. He immediately straightened himself up. Now the surprise wouldn’t work.

“Kyaah!”

“uh?”

At that time, Ronan’s eyes widened as he stared at the Wyverns. A person was riding on the back of a horse. It was a woman in a pure white robe, who was desperately trying to stop the Wyvern from going down.

“Hey, why all of a sudden?! Wake!”

“Kiaak!”

Apparently, the Wyvern who turned to the fish seemed to have committed an unexpected act. Despite her desperate efforts, the Wyvern did not change course.

But that wasn’t the point now. Above the woman’s shoulder, a familiar twinkle was emanating. Ronan clenched it.

“Nebula Clazier…!”

He must have been one of the masterminds of this frenzy. At that time, an unarmed Wyvern reached Ronan’s head. The sight of them falling vertically with their teeth full of jaws wide open was the fear itself of adventurers.

“Ahhh!”

“Move.”

Of course, Ronan didn’t know. He stepped on the body of the Wyvern that had fallen down the first time, jumped, and swung his sword as if to intercept. Dozens of red lines were drawn on the face resembling a crocodile. Whoops! The Wyvern’s head, which had been shoved into the ground like a stake, exploded, and blood, teeth, and fragmented brains were scattered everywhere.

“What?!”

At that moment, the woman who noticed Ronan’s presence turned her head. Ronan swung his sword towards the sky without hesitation. 👌👌👌👌👌 The sword that flew through the wind hit the Wyvern’s wings. The Wyvern, who had come to his senses, screamed.

“Kyaah!”

“Nimi.”

Ronan licked his lips. His sword skills only tore the skin on his right wing. The distance seemed to have diminished its power. The white woman cried out as if screaming.

“Wow, step away!”

The Wyvern, who hastily turned to the direction, began to ascend. Ronan let out a swear word and grabbed the hilt. The moment he was about to shoot the sword once more, Asher, who was watching, reached out his hand.

“Hey, Invisible Hand!”

“Crack?!”

An invisible hand grabbed them. The wyvern lost its balance and stopped in mid-air. Ronan clenched his fists and shouted.

“Okay, Asher! Just put it on the floor!”

“Yes!”

Asher swung her clenched hand down. The wyvern who struggled began to fall. Then the woman in the robe memorized a spell or something. Suddenly, the burden of strength increased, and Asher’s body soared into the air.

“aah!”

“Hey, you asshole, let it go!”

Asher released her telekinesis. Ronan threw himself and caught Asher from falling. The wyvern carrying the woman was rapidly moving away. If you go on like this, you will miss it. Ronan shouted while holding Asher’s shoulders.

“Asher, shoot me!”

“What, what?”

“Throw me at those bastards, you’ll just have to take it in moderation later!”

Asher’s eyes fluttered. However, I didn’t ask. He grabbed Ronan with his silent, invisible hand and threw it at the Wyvern. A terrible wind pressure hit Ronan.

“Ugh…!”

It was a feeling that reminded me of a dogfight with Ahayute. The wind was roaring in my ears. The gap narrowed in an instant. Ronan, who barely entered the same orbit, calmly grabbed the Wyvern’s tail. The woman’s eyes widened as she turned her head.

“Aww! Uh, how?!”

Ronan didn’t answer. Instead, I put La Mancha in the thick part of the tail. Kee eh! The wyvern screamed in pain and struggled. Ronan pulled the hilt and leapt onto the Wyvern’s back. .

“Bitch like a dog. How important today is.”

“Everyone, what are you…? Why the hell is this…!”

Seeing the goblin-like mogol, the woman stepped back. It was the moment when Ronan was just about to run. A great shadow fell over their heads. Ronan shook his head. A huge wyvern was descending with its claws in front of the wyverns he had seen so far.

“shit.”

Naturally, the Wyvern chest was engraved with the design of Nebula Clazier. It seemed to be the final weapon of this plan.

The distance between the claws and the face was less than 2 meters. Ronan, who quickly judged the situation, was about to wield a knife. Shririck! A whistling sound rang out, and suddenly a huge shadow appeared before their eyes. Ronan’s eyes widened.

“Sooin…?”

The true identity of the shadow was a wear tiger whose whole body was black. He was bigger than any other beast he had ever seen. On his right arm, which was swollen as if it was about to explode, he held a sword that could be 5m in length.

‘Where did you come from?’

For a moment, a chilling goose ran down Ronan’s back. The mana was not felt from the beast. It meant that he had leapt to this point only with pure leg strength without using magic. A voice filled with despair escaped the woman’s mouth.

“Come on, Jaipa…!”

“What?”

At that moment, the body of the giant wyvern was split in half. Blood spurted out like an explosion and soaked the sky. At the same time, the Wyvern Ronan was riding on also collapsed in three pieces. The Wear Tiger immediately turned around and began to fall while wrapping Ronan and the woman’s necks at the same time.