Radiant Dragon’s Otherworldly Reincarnation

Chapter 197. …Wi… Wife? (2)

Patrick looked around.

Kirioth, so injured it was a wonder he was still alive, and Elione, who was simply shielding Kirioth with her body.

The other Elves around them also had injuries, both large and small.

‘If I had been a little later, it would have been a disaster.’

Patrick let out a sigh of relief.

This was, frankly, a mistake.

To fix the chaotic Elven race, it would be impossible without turning everything upside down.

So, he naturally amplified their discontent, eventually leading the Elves to the point of battle.

Others might call it radical or wicked, but Patrick knew.

This was the best way to fix the hopelessly broken Elven race.

To cut out a wound that had festered and rotted, pain was ultimately necessary.

That’s why he had empowered the young Elves and fueled their discontent. However….

“I didn’t think they would go this far off the rails.”

It was a mistake to think that, given the nature of the Elven race, a battle so brutal as to cause fatalities would not occur.

But even Patrick hadn’t anticipated that the orthodox faction would cross the line like this.

Patrick approached Kirioth and examined his wounds.

“Lord Patrick.”

Hearing Elione’s tearful voice, he checked Kirioth’s condition.

He had lost too much blood, and there were more than five fatal wounds on his body.

In the common saying of the Murim of Jungwon, this was a state where even the Great Deities and Immortals could not save him.

“Fortunately, we have something better than the Great Deities and Immortals here.”

Saying that, Patrick took something out of his pocket. It was a necklace with a light green gem.

Patrick placed it around Kirioth’s neck and said quietly.

“Sephiros.”

At that, a light green light brightly enveloped Kirioth’s entire body. And then….

“Ah… ah ah….”

Elione smiled in ecstasy.

The artifact had completely healed Kirioth’s body.

Seeing him completely healed without a single small wound remaining, Patrick said.

“Wow… this thing is a cheat.”

Even his wife from his past life, who was called the Divine Doctor Saintess, couldn’t heal like this.

In any case, Kirioth was saved.

Thanks to the artifact that could save anyone as long as they weren’t dead, even if it was only once a day.

This item originally belonged to Marquis Ruide of the Kaisar Kingdom, but Patrick had taken it with him when he lopped off that man’s head.

“Good thing I didn’t sell it.”

Thanks to that, he could put it to good use.

Looking around, there seemed to be no one more seriously injured than Kirioth.

In other words, no one had died yet.

Patrick dusted himself off and stood up, saying.

“Was my fantasy about the Elven race too strong?”

Patrick looked at Yurahis and said with a cold expression.

“I didn’t know that those who call themselves the descendants of fairies would so easily abandon their faith and beliefs for a mere handful of power.”

At Patrick’s words, Yurahis roared.

“How dare you, a mere human, insult the Elves?”

“Insult….”

Patrick smirked.

And he said to Yurahis.

“Aren’t you Elves a race that worships and follows the World Tree as your god?”

“……”

“Who is it that’s driving a nail into the dying World Tree right now?”

“……”

At Patrick’s words, Yurahis’ face turned bright red.

“And what? Insult? Are you in your right mind?”

As if waiting for Patrick’s words, accusations poured in from all directions.

“That’s right. This is a betrayal of the entire clan.”

“To think the orthodox faction was this corrupt….”

“Yurahis! Kantaros! Your corpses will never be buried in the shade of the World Tree! Never!”

Yurahis couldn’t say a single word back to the voices of the Elves, filled with hatred and resentment.

He could only tremble, sending a gaze of intense hatred towards Patrick.

“What a pathetic sight….”

Patrick was indifferent.

He knew that look all too well.

It was the expression of those who had grown up like hothouse flowers in the shade of the prestigious orthodox sects, made a mistake, and then made an even bigger mistake to cover it up, only to have the truth revealed to the world.

That expression never signified remorse or regret.

“How dare you speak so carelessly without knowing the circumstances….”

“Right. Right. I knew you’d say that.”

“……”

“In the end, you don’t think you did anything wrong, do you? Hmm, truly the epitome of a hypocrite.”

“Double Dragon….”

“It’s alright. I’m not angry. In fact, I prefer bastards like you.”

Patrick slung his twin swords over his shoulder and spoke to Yurahis with a relaxed expression.

“A son of a bitch like you, who knows neither remorse nor regret, is the most rewarding to beat down.”

Grind!

Yurahis gritted his teeth and glared at Patrick. Patrick calmly received his gaze and continued.

“Beating down a human who has committed all sorts of wrongs and then reflects on themselves with a dejected look leaves a bad aftertaste. So….”

Patrick extended a hand and beckoned.

“Come on. You son of a bitch. I’ll shake you down to the very bottom of your soul.”

“Double Draaaaagon!”

Yurahis charged at Patrick, shouting a cry filled with hatred.

***

“Silaphe! Flare!”

Summoning two high-level spirits simultaneously, Yurahis enveloped his body in wind and summoned dozens of fireballs around him.

And as he flew towards Patrick, the fireballs flew ahead and exploded on Patrick.

Kwaaaaaang!

The flames of a high-level spirit that could melt even rock.

At the terrifying explosion, the Elves widened their eyes and shouted.

“Lord Patrick!”

“Noooo!”

Among their screams, only Elione spoke calmly.

“No, that’s not it.”

And as her words ended….

Kwang!

“Kuk….”

Patrick, who had appeared at Yurahis’ side in an instant, landed a clean attack.

“Oh… oh oh….”

“When did he dodge?”

“I couldn’t see it at all. I didn’t even feel a hint of it….”

The Elves were amazed.

Patrick’s Form-Shifting Position Change was not something they could perceive with their insight.

However, Elione had seen Patrick do it in the Arcana before, so she could predict it. Above all, she had confidence.

‘There’s no way he would be defeated by someone like Yurahis.’

As long as he was openly using spirits, Yurahis certainly possessed skills befitting an Elven Knight.

In fact, he had to be considered quite high-ranking among the Elven Knights. However….

“That’s not nearly enough.”

Still, Elione was confident of Patrick’s victory.

Even if ten Yurahises were to attack him, she would predict Patrick’s victory.

Considering the overwhelming skill Patrick had shown in the Arcana, it was entirely possible.

Which meant….

“You have no chance of winning. Yurahis.”

As she spoke, her eyes saw Patrick unilaterally pushing Yurahis back.

Kwang! Kwang! Kwaaaang!

“Wow, this is surprisingly annoying.”

Patrick wore an expression of half-amazement and half-annoyance as he relentlessly battered his opponent.

Normally, he should have been rendered combat-incapable long ago.

After all, he had landed several clean hits.

But the barrier of wind surrounding Yurahis’ body was blocking Patrick’s attacks.

It wasn’t a defense made of a material like armor.

Since it was a defensive wall made of condensed wind, he couldn’t use the Internal Injury Technique either.

When he beat on the defensive wall, it weakened for a moment, but the spirit immediately reinforced it again.

In a word, it was too tenacious.

‘Elven Knights…. Their defense might be even better than the Magic Swordsmen’s.’

But Patrick had a firm belief.

Most problems in this world can be solved by beating them down.

If the enemy blocks an attack, he just had to beat them down with even greater destructive power.

“Let’s see how long you can hold out.”

“Si… Silaphe, make the wind barrier thicker… keok….”

Blood spurted from Yurahis’ mouth.

In fact, his situation was by no means good.

Every time Patrick’s attack hit the defensive wall, the spirit took a shock.

The damage sustained by a summoned spirit must be borne by the spirit user themselves.

As the shocks accumulated, his spirit power was now running out, and his life force was being consumed instead.

It was absurd that his spirit art was about to be broken by a simple, mindlessly repeated attack.

“Th… this is so crude….”

“Crude? Cruuude! Which bastard dared to call my divine sword art crude? Shall I show you what’s really crude?”

At that moment, Patrick’s sword vanished.

No, to be precise, both of Patrick’s arms and his sword began to move at such a high speed that they became invisible to the naked eye.

[ Twin Dragons Eight Sword Forms: Fourth Form: Twin Dragons Wild Dance ]

The fastest continuous attack in the Twin Dragons Eight Sword Forms.

Blades moving at a super-high speed, completely imperceptible to the eye, relentlessly shredded Yurahis’ entire body.

Kakakakakakakakakakakaka!

It was an attack that conveyed the will to grind rather than to cut.

For the one on the receiving end, it was a veritable hell of sword strikes.

Faced with the overwhelming flood of attacks that would make one sick, Silaphe protected her summoner with a grimace.

But the damage was transferred directly to Yurahis, and as a result….

“Keoheoeok….”

Yurahis vomited blood and sank to the ground.

The moment he knelt, he couldn’t hold on any longer and sent Silaphe back to the spirit realm.

And the wall of wind surrounding his body also disappeared.

There was no way Patrick would miss that.

Jjeo-eok!

Patrick’s kick sent Yurahis, who was kneeling on one knee, flying.

Yurahis couldn’t even scream as he was sent flying far back and crashed to the ground.

Seeing this, Patrick nodded and said.

“Hmm, as expected, most problems in the world can be solved by beating them down. This is the truth.”

Though he was the only one, then and now, who treated such a thing as truth.

Anyway, this should be enough to finish it….

“Silaphe. Flare.”

From where Yurahis had been sent flying, a storm and flames erupted once more.

“Still want to go?”

To Patrick’s indifferent expression, Yurahis said with a contorted face.

“I will kill you. I will stake my everything to kill youuuu!”

“Is that as easy as it sounds?”

Leaving Patrick, who was cleaning his ear mockingly, Yurahis concentrated his spirit power into his sword. And then….

“Spirits. Dwell in my sword!”

He condensed the flames and storm enveloping him into his sword.

And the flames and wind that dwelled in the sword consumed Yurahis’ spirit power, and their momentum grew even more intense.

“Ethereal Element? Be careful. Lord Patrick.”

Elione shouted urgently.

When Patrick looked at her, Elione explained in a hurry.

“That is a technique that amplifies the power of the spirit by consuming one’s own spirit power. By consuming one’s own lifespan, it is possible to exert power beyond one’s skill level.”

To that, Patrick said.

“So it’s an all-or-nothing attack that consumes innate qi to pour everything out. Is that it?”

“……?”

Naturally, Elione couldn’t understand even half of what Patrick said. But Patrick spoke as if it didn’t matter.

“Then I will show you.”

Patrick took a stance and continued.

“The overwhelming difference in skill that makes even the resolve to die futile.”

Hearing those words, Yurahis gritted his teeth and poured more spirit power into his sword.

The storm gained momentum and raged violently, and the red-hot flames also grew in power.

The flames emanating from the sword went beyond blue and became a white flame, emitting a terrifyingly high heat just by existing.

“Ughht….”

“It’s hot.”

Even those far away frowned at the heat.

But Patrick, who was facing it head-on, was concentrating on his sword form with a calm expression.

That appearance….

Grind.

It displeased Yurahis.

How dare he not feel fear in the face of this blow?

He would make him pay the price.

Having made up his mind, Yurahis swung the sword he had raised high downwards and shouted.

“Dieee!”

Yurahis had put more than half of his life force into this attack.

The terrifying storm of flames created as a result advanced as if to swallow not just Patrick… but this entire area.