Survival Story of a Sword King in a Fantasy World-Chapter 221

A Sword Reached the Sky (2)

Tower Mountain Rufus, one of Latna’s Four Prohibited Areas.

It was a mountain range, yet also not a mountain range at the same time.

There were countless towers hundreds of meters high where the mountains should be.

There were pyramidal, ziggurat-shaped, cylindrical, and cone-shaped, as well as towers with thin shafts and huge tops like mushrooms.

With towers forming mountains, it became known as the Tower Mountain.

A man was slowly pulling a sword outside the Astarios Dungeon, the worst of Rufus’s innermost and forbidden Dungeons.

“I did it once, but it’s still boring.”

Grumbling, Garhan raised his drawn sword and pointed it in the air.

Dozens of monsters surrounding him growled, instinctively wary of them.

“Grr…”

They were beasts about two meters tall that seemed to be a mixture of Dragons and humans.

However, the energy from their bodies proved that they shouldn’t be judged based on their height.

Garhan’s Guideline revealed their identity.

[Race: Elder Drakal. Lv. 126]

They were Alien Dragons, not Latna’s native ones.

Dozens of giant monsters over level 120 showed their murderous intent.

“Human…!”

“Human to be cursed…”

“Death will cleanse you!”

Garhan was never nervous, though.

“They’re still talking nonsense. Regardless, they’re still monsters of the Dungeon.”

Blue blitzing wings rose from behind his back.

-Magic Swordsmanship: Power of the Thunder God!

Lightning danced. The entire Dungeon smoked as electricity coursed through them, causing the earth to quake.

Rumbling!

Elder Drakals gritted their teeth and flew away.

“Growl!”

Blade Aura flooded from all directions.

A level 120 tremendous stream of destruction poured on Garhan.

At that moment, he summoned a thunderstorm, causing everything to blow up.

Boom!

“Just based on their power, they’re definitely over 120…”

A swirl of dark clouds rose around Garhan, continuing to expand its area.

Lightning soon penetrated through the whirlpool, turning into dozens of spears.

His conjured weapons and the Blade Aura clashed against each other seemingly endlessly.

Paaa!

“You need to know when to use power or not.”

There was no huge gap between their destructive power, but only the Elder Drakals fell every time they collided.

“Won’t it be over for you if I hit you from the side while you’re swinging with all your might?”

Every time lightning crossed through the skies, their scales cracked, and they coughed up blood as they screamed.

“Argh!”

“Argh!”

Garhan continued to wave a long sword in the air to coordinate the storm.

A small movement of his wrist was enough to conjure a typhoon.

Lightning repeatedly struck in a vast range of about a hundred meters. Every time he did, the Elder Drakals were burned and fell.

Boom!

He was walking and fooling around with his opponents nonchalantly.

Garhan suddenly tilted his head.

‘Come to think of it, that girl, Effir, also specializes in lightning attacks, right?’

It was no coincidence that he and Effir had acquired similar titles, the Thunder King and Swordswoman of Thunderstorms.

Originally, the most efficient, powerful, and fastest techniques of Magic Swordsmanship were lightning-based attacks.

However, such attacks’ level of difficulty was unusually high, so only geniuses from the heavens could use them as their main specialty.

‘Thinking about it, she’s a little weird, too.’

He didn’t feel it because of the Sword King, but the Mage of Incineration and Effir of Thunderstorms were also too young compared to their level.

‘Maybe there’s something behind it.’

While thinking about something else for a while, the screams subsided.

Garhan looked up.

Before he knew it, the Elder Drakals were already all over the place.

On the surface, they seemed to be burned to death, but their lives still lingered.

“I’m almost done here…”

Looking back, he spoke to himself.

“Is Genovia still there?”

* * *

Inside the vast tower, a woman walked slowly through the hall’s center, where countless stone pillars stood.

She beautiful, having waist-length wavy blonde hair and chocolate skin.

A ruby robe, which had the symbolic meaning of being the Head of the Sinkers, tried to cover her body, but even the voluptuous hems of her clothing couldn’t hide her slender waist and ample bosom.

The fire and ice monsters surrounded Genovia and howled.

They didn’t roar negatively like normal monsters. Instead, they emitted terrible heat and cold.

Boom!

The severe temperatures created a storm.

Genovia, caught in it, swept her hair lightly.

She wasn’t fazed even by the formidable wind pressure.

Rather, she was staring at the dozens of monsters quite nonchalantly.

[Race: Mana Magmasid lv. 121]

[Race: Mana Freezeralm lv. 124]

“Their level is appropriate.”

Mumbling, Genovia raised her right hand, stretching lightly sideways.

Her movement was simple, but the flow of Mana in it was complicated.

She revised the principles of the world through her Mana and hit the beasts before her.

“Left to right.”

Along with the roar, the gelid beasts were deprived of their ‘coldness.’

“Right to left.”

Along with the explosion, the fiery creatures were deprived of their ‘heat.’

Boom!

Coldness enveloped the fire monsters, and heat burned the ice monsters.

The frost burned, and the flames froze.

Her opponents struggled in pain, their screams resonating in the wind.

Boom!

Soon enough, all that was left was the slowly melting ice, the images of preserved fires.

“I’ve got them under control.”

Genovia kept moving.

Once again, more Dungeon monsters stood in her way.

There were dozens of giant five-meter-long beasts, with a lion’s head, tiger’s body, Eagle’s wings, and buffalo horns.

There were also dozens of moving tree creatures shaped like titans.

[Race: Elder Manticore lv. 128]

[Race: Altion Triad lv. 123]

They were some of the strongest monsters near the top of Tower Mountain Rufus.

Even a single one was a nightmare that could cause thousands of casualties if they escaped the Dungeon.

“Growl!”

The Elder Manticores flew up in unison.

The sound of wings flapping rang loudly inside the tower.

“Goooooooo!”

The Altion Triads also charged in.

Every step they took, they rooted in the ground, and tentacle-like tree roots pierced through like spears.

“It reminds me of the old days. I used to catch them on purpose.”

With a grin, Genovia moved her left hand, her magic already at the level of reaching the principle only by will and intent.

Mana’s miracle, which transcended even the power set by the world, had descended to that place.

“Up to down.”

The flying Elder Manticores all fell to the ground.

Their wings were crushed and broken. Their bones protruded, and their blood spilled.

“Bottom to up.”

The rooted tree monsters were pulled out of the floor next.

They rose in the air, got caught in invisible air currents that peeled their skins, and broke their branches, causing saps to drip.

Genovia, who handled dozens of monsters in an instant, smirked.

“As expected, even at a high level, it’s easy to deal with monsters.”

If she knew how to respond, she could overpower them just by targeting their weaknesses.

It was a lot simpler than humans with wisdom.

Of course, it was only possible when the level gap was that big.

“Anyway, I’ve cleared them all…”

Looking back, she raised her voice.

“Come, Manakiras!”

* * *

Outside the tower, a naked black-haired beauty appeared.

“My great Queen…”

Though she was naked, she wasn’t ashamed. Her arms were even fully unfolded.

“I accept your grace!”

A dazzling light rose from the beauty. Soon enough, in her stead, a giant Black Dragon over 30 meters long appeared.

She opened her mouth and executed her Breath.

Boom!

Black air currents simultaneously hit a pack of stuck Elder Manticores and Altion Triads in the air.

Their captives, which had barely been breathing, succumbed to death simultaneously, dedicating a vast amount of energy to Manakiras.

“Oh! My strength! This is increasing my strength!”

Struggling with pleasure, the Black Dragon trembled.

Genovia pointed her finger at her as if it was insignificant.

“Not yet. Follow me. I’m sure Garhan has a stack of them.”

“As you wish, My Queen.”

Manakiras moved hurriedly.

Arriving on the other side of the tower, Garhan once again shot a group of Elder Drakals.

Again, their energy was absorbed into the Black Dragon.

Watching the scene, Garhan frowned.

“Is that still her level?”

[Race: Black Dragon Lv. 133.]

Genovia shrugged her shoulders.

“Her level before our boost was lower than that of Nakterion. That’s why we need to feed her a lot.”

Manakiras was an Ancient Black Dragon.

She was chosen not because of her strength.

Manakiras was a mid-level Ancient Dragon in the Upper Draconium.

However, her current strength didn’t mean much once they raised her level through energy-feeding.

She was chosen because she had a strange ‘specialty’ that no other Ancient Dragons had.

She had been appointed by Garhan, who raised that point high.

Of course, it was just a curse on Manakiras herself.

A group of people on alert outside the hall looked at the Black Dragon and clicked their tongues.

“How could Manakiras change like that…?”

“I have no idea. Wasn’t even Nakterion not supposed to be like that?”

“I’m glad we didn’t end up like her.”

Manakiras was initially strongly opposed to the Top Three. Although she was forced to obey because of the ban, she secretly built up her strength to escape somehow.

But at that moment, her will was ruled by the Draco Imperium staff.

She became a faithful puppet who offered blind loyalty of her own volition.

The funny thing was, she had been chosen because of her ‘specialty’ that she secretly built up and developed.

“I’ve grown my strength to get out of the ban…”

“The world is full of mystery.”

Garhan shouted at the Ancient Dragons, who were whispering among themselves.

“What are you doing? Come on, bring the monsters!”

“We shall!”

They soon returned to their main form and flew up.

No matter how nasty and cheap it was, they had no choice but to obey faithfully because their lives were in pledge.

* * *

The task was over after feeding her energy several more times.

The binge left Manakiras half-pastured. Meanwhile, the other Ancient Dragons collapsed from exhaustion.

Allowing them to rest, Garhan asked Genovia a question.

“How long will it take?”

He had been wondering how long Manakiras would reach the target level of 140.

Both of them were in their 150s. Hence, they couldn’t feed her lots of energy over level 140.

In the case of Nakterion, he learned new magic and jumped to level 145 when he reached level 140, but they couldn’t expect such good luck for Manakiras.

Genovia answered lowly.

“It’ll be over in three days, but she still won’t be able to handle that Valtara warrior by then.”

The Thunder King and the Archmage had to step up to deal with Felard Bean, the successor to Baotolt and the new Sword King.

And it had already been decided who would step up to the battlefield.

Genovia suddenly looked back at Garhan with a frown.

“Are you going to be okay, Garhan? I don’t think he’s stronger than you, but…”

The opponent was a disciple of Baotolt and mastered one of his two excellent skills, the Valtara’s Fighting Spirit.

“Perhaps… He might have mastered that damn Heavenly Sword?”