Chapter 775

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Chapter 775: Inheritance Trial (5)

―Aaaaaaack!

As always, Yeongtae’s scream was the first to ring out.

They knew who they had been summoned to fight.

At this, Yeongwoo looked up at his friends, who were beginning to materialize one by one, and shouted:

“Ten! Kill just ten, and we clock out!”

General Kim Younghyeom then bellowed in a thunderous voice.

―What? Ten? You haven’t managed to cut down a single one so far, and you’re telling us to reduce ten?

“I can summon all of you two more times today! So we just keep at it until it's done!”

Currently, the Amber Whistle’s usage count had expanded to a total of three times due to the effect of the Accessory Illustrated Book.

In other words, even if the summoned friends were completely wiped out, he could still call them forth twice more.

Kwoooooooom!

Soon enough, the ‘friends’ arrived on the battlefield with a boisterous racket, and without even a moment to grumble, they became entangled with the Commandments of the Gugui Clan.

―What the hell are these bastards? They're all over the place.

The first one to lay a hand on a Commandment was, by far, Yeongtae.

Thwuuuump!

When the fellow struck a Commandment with his thick forepaw, astonishingly, the opponent was sent bouncing backward like a bowling pin.

―Oh……?

Just as Yeongtae was marveling anew at his own strength, another Commandment lunged from behind and drove a massive greatsword right into Yeongtae’s flank.

Kwaat!

―Kwhek?

Then, twisting the greatsword forcefully, it yanked the blade free in a diagonal upward slash.

Consequently, Yeongtae’s torso was half sliced through.

“…Yeongtae!”

Confirming that the durability of his friends was, as expected, no match for the Commandments, Yeongwoo immediately sprinted toward Yeongtae.

Ta-tat!

Now that the Commandment’s attention was fixed on Yeongtae, he judged that this was an opportunity to cut down one of their numbers.

And finally.

Shweeeeeeeek!

When Yeongwoo swiftly swung the Bastard toward the Commandment, Yeongtae caught on, grabbing tightly onto the Commandment’s greatsword and holding his ground.

―Hurryyyy……!

And then, for the first time since the Trial of Valour had begun, the Bastard split the neck of a Commandment.

Kwaat!

With a clean cutting sound, as the Bastard drew a dark-red diagonal streak, the head of the Commandment gripping the greatsword tumbled to the floor.

Kwoooom!

With a heavy sound, the Commandment’s head, still encased in its black helm, rolled across the ground.

At that moment, the unidentified insignia floating above the heads of all the Commandments shifted into a different shape than before.

‘Uh, what’s that? Don't tell me it's counting down the remaining number.’

Just as they had said themselves, there existed a rule dictating that ownership could only be transferred once ten of the Commandments were struck down.

‘Damn it. I have to give up half of this insane military force?’

Of course, whether he could even manage to claim that half remained an unknown.

Because in the span of time it took for Yeongwoo to sever the neck of a single Commandment, his friends were being wiped out at a rapid pace.

―Keo-heok!

Over on the far side, Kim Taejoon’s granite body was shattering into pieces; Yeongwoo summoned the Sword Mountain toward that direction while hurling his own body to the opposite side.

Taat!

Over there, General Kim Younghyeom was rolling on the ground with three Commandments clinging to his body.

―These bastards, their momentum is monstrous! There's nothing we can do!

To be precise, it was because the Commandments possessed no momentum whatsoever that, paradoxically, their momentum felt so overpowering.

They knew no fear, and unless it was a tactical movement, they never retreated.

“We can’t deal with all three! Just hold on to at least one of them somehow!”

When Yeongwoo called out the same tactic that Yeongtae had just performed, startlingly, the Commandments overheard this and broke away from General Kim Younghyeom all at once.

Paaat!

“…What?”

Then, they lunged at Yeongwoo in unison.

It was because they knew that while that white tiger would merely be an annoyance to them, the sword of Planetary Battleship Master Jeong Yeongwoo was capable of severing their necks.

“Fine, let’s have at it.”

Earlier, it had been a 20-to-1, leaving him unable to attempt anything, but this time his opponents numbered a mere three, didn't they?

Just as Yeongwoo readjusted his grip on the Bastard, intending to fight in earnest, the Fire Dragon Kang Hongtae issued a warning.

―They’re all heading toward you! Watch your back!

The Commandments had also realized that three alone would not suffice to handle Yeongwoo, and setting the other enemies aside, had begun sending reinforcements toward Yeongwoo’s side.

And looking back, Yeongwoo felt goosebumps erupt on the nape of his neck.

‘These bastards, their combat intelligence is absurdly high.’

Six whole Commandments were charging this way from behind, while the three Commandments in front maintained a certain distance to wait for the reinforcements to converge.

They had calculated that at least nine would need to gather for a proper engagement.

In other words.

‘Nine? Does that mean they’ve calculated that nine is what it takes to kill me?’

His jaw dropped.

At the same time, his two feet were already moving forward.

Because if their calculations were correct, what he needed to do was either relocate before all nine gathered, or cut down the head of at least one Commandment.

“Block my rear! We can’t let them gather together!”

As Yeongwoo blindly shouted while lunging at the three adjacent Commandments, a mass of deep-blue scales descended from midair like a guillotine blade.

Teo-o-o-o-ong!

The Thunder Dragon Song Jeongho had blocked his rear with his tail, just as Yeongwoo had instructed.

Though his entire body was bloody, his breath still held firm.

It was thanks to the Fire Dragon Kang Hongtae, who had appeared at Yeongwoo’s call, dispersing the Commandments’ attacks that had been concentrated on Song Jeongho.

∴ For such small things, they sure are ridiculously stubborn.

Song Jeongho’s tail, having blocked the path, once again swept through the underground space, and in the meantime, Yeongwoo pursued the three Commandments who were retreating backward.

“Didn’t you say you’re testing my valour? Then shouldn't you stand and fight with equal valour?”

Of course, knowing they wouldn't stop just because of that, Yeongwoo summoned the Sword Mountain toward their retreat path.

“Four Hundred and Seventy-Eight Sword Mountain……!”

Yeongwoo’s assets, having approached the Five Hundred Sword Mountain in the meantime.

Kwaaaat!

As more than four hundred edged weapons rained down, cleaving through the air at their master’s call, the Commandments scattered in three directions, attempting an evasive maneuver.

And Yeongwoo, who had been waiting for this very moment, imbued the Bastard with Sword Ability and launched it forward.

Shweeeeeee-at!

At this, the one Commandment targeted by the Bastard halted its flight and twisted its body to evade the Bastard, while Yeongwoo cast Lightning Step, closing the distance.

“Caught you……!”

Even as Yeongwoo’s eyes flashed gold with the certainty of victory, the Commandment thrust forth the blade held in its hand without the slightest hesitation.

Pee-at!

It was a fighting spirit that drew admiration.

The Commandment was a combat monster that executed the optimal action under any circumstances.

Which was why Yeongwoo couldn't help but feel a profound pity for what he had to do next.

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“If it were you guys, you might have been able to hold off Kaujo, it's a real shame I can't take you all.”

As Yeongwoo threw a punch alongside these words, the Commandment twisted its upper body to evade, and immediately following that, a sharp tearing sound burst from behind its back.

Kwajak!

The Bastard, which had shot far into the distance, had returned and impaled the Commandment’s back.

Then, piercing straight through the target's chest, it burst out into midair.

Kwaat!

Even so, the Commandment of the Gugui Clan didn't let out a single groan.

Its breath was not even extinguished yet, and it sought to swing the sword held in its hand once again.

“Crazy bastard.”

Thus, Yeongwoo jammed his right arm right into the hole pierced through the Commandment’s chest to completely close the distance, then mercilessly bashed the Commandment’s noggin with Aratuvank on his left arm.

Puuuuuump!

At that, Obstruction of Official Duty fired a gun behind Yeongwoo's back and urgently called out:

× Not yet? The other two are charging in!

In truth, the others who had been knocked away by Song Jeongho’s tail were also charging in unison from the far side.

“What a mess.”

Even with a gaping hole in its chest, the Commandment’s head was still firmly attached to its neck.

Even though it had been struck by Aratuvank a whole three times.

‘Unless it’s the Bastard, dealing with this is going to be difficult.’

Dreu-deuk!

As the fellow tried to mount a counterattack once more, Yeongwoo commanded the Bastard, circling in the distance, to sever the Commandment’s head.

Sensing something, the Commandment began to thrash frantically while clinging to Yeongwoo.

Shifting its grip from the hilt of the sword to the middle of the blade, it attempted to stab Yeongwoo’s neck with the shortened blade.

“Kh-ek!”

The moment a startled Yeongwoo shrank back, astonishingly, Obstruction of Official Duty spread its hand and barely caught hold of the Commandment’s blade.

Treu-deup……!

× This punk really takes a whole lot of looking after.

The words were directed at Yeongwoo.

And no sooner had Obstruction of Official Duty’s complaint ended than the Bastard, flying in at a diagonal, cleanly separated the Commandment’s neck from its head.

Kwasat!

“Damn it, we’ve only gotten two now?”

The number of Commandments left to fell was a staggering eight.

On top of that, most of his friends had died while bringing down just one Commandment, so he needed to refill them.

‘Now that I only have two uses left, I won’t be able to use the living Commandments anymore either… is this even possible?’

Just as Yeongwoo was making a grim face at the fact that the math wasn't quite adding up.

Kwa-gwa-gwa-gwat!

Out of nowhere, some kind of commotion erupted from far, far above his head.

―Woaaaaaaah!

―Eeyaaaah!

With all sorts of battle cries or screams, bandits began pouring down like a swarm of bees from the passage descending into the underground space.

“……?”

The other bandits, who had begun moving earlier upon hearing the signal announcing that the ‘Key’ had appeared, had only just arrived.

What's more.

Hwa-aaat!

As if they had heard plenty about the viciousness of this underground space, they had even brought parachutes to prevent fall damage.

× What are those bastards?

As Obstruction of Official Duty instinctively raised its index finger toward the air, Yeongwoo quickly waved his hand.

“No, leave them be. They’ll become meat shields for me too.”

Of course, in reality, they had come to steal the mark he possessed, but to do that, they would first have to do something about the eighteen Commandments standing right here.

“Over here! Over this way!”

Then, as Yeongwoo raised his hand high, to the bandits' eyes, Yeongwoo’s entire body appeared to flash with a strange brilliance.

Even though he actually carried no mark, to the outsiders, Yeongwoo looked as though he were the key itself.

―The Key!

―Over there! The Key is over there!

Hundreds of veterans who had waited only for a proper inheritor to appear.

The moment the inheritor's location was confirmed, everyone in the sky steered their parachutes, and the eighteen Commandments whose necks remained intact also converged toward Yeongwoo.

Koo-goo-goo-goo……!

At this, Yeongwoo licked the Bastard to enter the bleeding state, staring at the hundreds of silhouettes filling both the sky and the ground in pitch-black darkness.

“What on earth is this if not a war? Starting today, I’m a war veteran too.”

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