The Greatest Warrior of All Time Returns-Chapter 369

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Chapter 369

They had many labels attached to them, but in the end, these people were nothing more than organ traffickers who targeted Barbarians.

The proud warrior of the Hael Tribe, Kutan’s children—

the siblings Kalim and Karan—stared blankly at the sight before them.

“WOR!”

“Uaaaaaagh!!!”

A gray-haired human emerged from the darkness, appearing with a playful intent to scare.

Beside him, a pink-haired woman silently grabbed one hunter by the collar and punched him in the face.

What unfolded before the siblings’ eyes wasn’t a battle or a struggle at all—

It was a one-sided hunt.

Their movements were light, almost casual, yet there was no hesitation in their attacks.

If the siblings were the ones fighting these warrior hunters instead?

They wouldn’t last even 30 seconds—probably not even a single minute.

Just watching how helplessly the hunters were being dealt with was enough to understand that.

And so, in the blink of an eye, the two humans slaughtered all but one.

“Leon. This is another country’s territory. Is it really okay to kill people here?”

“There’s one law every nation has in common.”

Bandits and pirates—

They may be executed on the spot with no legal repercussions.

“And human traffickers are even worse. Especially when we are the targets.”

Leon flicked off the blood on his dagger and glanced briefly at the two Barbarian siblings.

They, who were born warriors, trembled the moment Leon’s eyes met theirs.

“Don’t be scared. We’re not going to hurt you.”

He spoke calmly, then walked toward the only surviving man.

The man desperately crawled backward, shaking uncontrollably as Leon approached.

“You don’t need legs to talk.”

SPLUT!!!

Leon swung his dagger, instantly severing the tendons in the man’s legs.

A horrific scream tore through the night.

“GYAAAAAAAH!!!”

Leon grabbed the man by the hair, expression cold.

“Hey.”

“Uuuaaagh!! Aaagh!!”

“Shh.”

Leon held a finger to his lips, signaling him to be quiet.

The man instantly clamped his mouth shut—

so terrified that the fear overwhelmed even the pain.

“P-please… spare m-…”

“I can’t do that. Think back to what you just said earlier.”

Leon smiled—but the atmosphere was merciless.

“I could let a lot of things slide, but what you said about my wife… that, I cannot forgive.”

Crackling blue lightning surged around Leon.

“You have two choices. Beg to die with your mouth shut, or tell me everything you know and die without pain.”

He wouldn’t spare him—

but he could at least remove the suffering.

Violent words, yes, but Leon truly had the power to make good on them.

“If you’re thinking something like, ‘I’ll die anyway, so what does it matter?’… then I can let you experience a little of the alternative.”

From Leon’s shadow, a massive undead wolf emerged, growling low at the man.

The moment he realized it was an undead creature, the rumors came to mind—

The rumor that death alone wasn’t enough to escape a necromancer.

“I–I’ll talk! I’ll tell you everything!!”

He slammed his forehead into the ground, begging desperately.

Leon looked down at him calmly, then raised his voice slightly.

“Well? You two.”

“W-what is it?!”

The Barbarian siblings jerked in fear.

“You had questions for him, didn’t you?”

“Y-yes! We do! We, the proud descendants of Kutan! We must ask these warrior hunters something!”

And so, trembling, the man spilled everything he knew.

They were low-life mercenaries who handled dirty work.

One day a job circulated among the mercenaries—

one that promised enormous pay.

A price for Barbarian organs.

A price for capturing a living Barbarian.

They attached a list of payouts like livestock. 𝑓𝓇𝘦ℯ𝘸𝘦𝑏𝓃𝑜𝘷ℯ𝑙.𝑐𝑜𝓂

The Barbarians were strong but simple, easy to ambush—that was their reasoning.

The high profit drew more and more mercenaries into the hunt.

Barbarians began disappearing.

Their tribes launched investigations, but the kidnappings weren’t by a single organization, so they couldn’t trace it.

“Y-you wicked creatures! Truly wicked! Small human! They are very wicked!”

“Yes! This must be reported to Letea! We must declare Magra!”

The siblings were sincerely furious.

Their kin were being hunted for such a petty reason.

“And the one who commissioned this?”

“W-we don’t know. Requests are always anonymous. We just take the job and the money. Nothing more.”

He gave an awkward laugh—

Leon stared silently.

“Is something funny?”

“S-sorry! Please show mercy!”

“Hey, you two. What do you want to do with him?”

“We cannot forgive! We must take him to the tribe and exact vengeance under the name of our god Letea!”

Hearing their rage, Leon grabbed the man and tossed him toward them.

He could no longer resist anyway.

“Take him. Do whatever you want.”

“Thank you, small human! The Hael Tribe does not forget kindness!”

Kalim, the brother, pulled out a dagger made of bone and offered it.

“A token of gratitude! If you show this, any of our people will come to your aid!”

“Good. I’ll also inform the Holy Kingdom of this. They’ll support you.”

“We are proud warriors. We handle our problems ourselves!”

Well… the Holy Kingdom would move on their own anyway.

Leon shrugged and walked off, leaving the trembling man behind.

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After their unexpected encounter with the Barbarian siblings, Leon and Luna continued roaming the grasslands, capturing the beautiful skies in their artifact.

To show the other children who never got to see such sights.

“Leon.”

“Hm?”

“Thank you for getting angry for me.”

“It’d be weirder not to get angry. I just didn’t expect to run into Barbarians like this.”

“They are very pure. Rough, but honest. Harsh, but warm.”

She seemed genuinely fond of them.

“Did archangels like Barbarians?”

“No, not especially. It’s just my personal preference. Honestly, I didn’t care either way back then.”

Fair enough.

For a being like an archangel—practically a manifestation of divine power—ordinary lifeforms must all look the same.

“Should we head back?”

“I don’t want to go back just yet.”

“It’s really late.”

“Leon. Catch me if you want to go back.”

With her hands behind her back, Luna stepped away from Leon with a mischievous smile.

Two pairs of gray wings unfurled from her back.

A true archangel—one of the three great archangels—should have four pairs,

but she rarely revealed them unless necessary.

“Our baby also wants a night stroll.”

“You won’t go easy on me, right?”

“Pfft.”

Luna laughed lightly—

and in the next instant, Leon appeared right in front of her, as if teleporting.

Even a swordmaster-level warrior wouldn’t have reacted in time,

but Luna slid upward gracefully, avoiding his hand.

Then she shot into the sky.

“I won’t let you get away.”

Leon loosened his shoulders.

[Fly]

[Acceleration]

BOOOOM!!

He shot upward, chasing her.

A simple game of tag—

but on a scale no normal tag could ever describe.

“Aahahahahaha!”

Luna’s bright, lively laughter echoed across the sky.

Her speed was vastly higher than before—

her power had grown immensely.

Landscapes flickered past.

Grasslands that took days to cross on horseback shrank into the distance in moments.

Forests, cities—everything blurred beneath them as they flew.

Not a desperate chase, but a joyful one.

Luna’s expression brimmed with freedom.

Leon couldn’t help but smile as he pursued her.

Eventually, Luna stopped above one particular city.

The Labyrinth City, Rebella.

A place they had visited before while seeking the mana core.

Where they met Sullivan.

Where Luna lost the Fate-Lord she so desperately desired.

Even now, searching for it was difficult.

And fortunately, Luna’s dependence on that artifact had lessened;

Leon’s presence—Adam’s “gift”—had filled her life with new warmth.

Exhausted from flying, Luna collapsed lazily onto Leon’s back, wrapping her arms tightly around his neck.

“Leon… I love this moment.”

“Me too.”

“I don’t regret leaving the seal to follow you.”

“Finding the box that sealed you was real luck.”

They chatted warmly as they wandered the quiet, late-night streets.

Then—

As Leon and Luna passed through an alley, someone in a deeply drawn hood bumped into them and fell.

“Oh—sorry about that.”

Leon hadn’t expected anyone to be out this late.

He reached down to help—

“…Rebecca?”

Seeing the face beneath the hood, Leon froze.

Then his expression hardened.

“Hey. What happened to you?”

A large scar ran across her cheek, wrapped hastily in cloth.

Worse—

her eyes were empty, lifeless.

This city, Rebella, was essentially her hometown.

He never expected to find her like this here.

Leon helped her stand.

“You made it back safely before. What happened—”

Before he could finish, she lifted her hollow eyes and whispered.

“It’s over. Everything is over. We’re finished…”

“Finished? You mean your mercenary group?”

She shook her head.

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