The Terminally Ill Young Master is the Mad Dog of the Underworld-Chapter 343

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Chapter 343: He Loved the Dark King

The massive Black Flame Dragon opened its maw wide and charged.

The terrified Gulbark, Ivan, Amilcar, and others each unleashed their ultimate techniques and magic.

KWAAAAAAAAAANG!

As a result, they prevented the Black Flame Dragon from directly hitting the harbor, but...

FWOOOSH!

“Aaaaaaaahk!”

“Kuaaaaaak!”

The tremendous flames that exploded forward engulfed the ships and the fortress like hellfire, melting the mage corps and countless enemy soldiers.

“Kieeeeeeh!”

The giant sea monsters that had revealed themselves above the water were caught in the flames and 'melted.'

A significant amount of seawater even evaporated, creating a dark red steam.

“Wow……”

Allenvert gaped in awe at the spectacle he himself had created.

The problem was, this was an ultimate technique made using only the power of the 8th-tier.

“How absurd.”

In any case, with this one move, the enemy's meticulous and beautiful preparations were rendered useless.

‘Good psychological warfare.’

What morality could one find on a battlefield? This was a fight to either kill or be killed, Allenvert thought, nodding.

“You, you coward!”

Someone burst out in anger, and Allenvert retorted.

“If you were men who knew honor, I would have treated you accordingly.”

To be called a coward by the Black Society, of all people. Allenvert, dumbfounded, continued.

“And in the first place, you all gathered here to swarm me with numbers, so what damn cowardice are you talking about? You want to die? Want to freeze to death? Should I freeze you with dark ice?”

Getting pissed off as he spoke, Allenvert, in a fit of anger, fired off a giant slash, cutting down the lighthouse and bisecting the stockade.

“Hmm, a clean death. In that case-”

“Land!”

“Alright.”

Following Georg’s command, the six high-speed ships and one large ship all began preparations to disembark.

“It looks like we'll be cooked if we go in from the front.”

Verdzig shrugged, looking at the harbor, which was still enveloped in tremendous heat.

“There’s no need to part the sea.”

In that case, there was another way.

“Ulbhild, I need your help.”

“Yes, Elder.”

The ultimate technique of the Snow Blossom Sword Technique and the great mage's freezing magic intertwined, freezing the sea in an instant.

Krrrrrrk!

An ice path was created on the sea. 𝕗𝕣𝐞𝐞𝘄𝐞𝚋𝚗𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹.𝚌𝕠𝚖

It was a path that curved around to the side of the harbor, as the flames of the Black Flame Dragon, fed by the oil from the sea monsters' bodies, were still burning at the harbor entrance.

“What?”

“Absurd.”

The Black Society officers, staring at the instantly created landing route, let out dry gasps.

“All forces.”

The Elder of Military Strategy, Lorentius, immediately gave the order.

“Those who have mastered body-protection arts, those confident in their charging power, and those who know no fear, step forward.”

To hesitate after hearing those words would be unmanly.

“I will open the path.”

As Knut stepped forward, the Grand Commander of the Royal Guard and the Knighthood Grand Commander leaped from the ship, not to be outdone.

“You've reached the 7th-tier at some point, young king of Eisenach.”

“But you’re still green. Follow one step behind.”

They were 7th-tier warriors and soldiers who had dedicated their entire lives to the military. The two took the lead, and the hand-picked elites followed behind them.

“Let us go.”

“Yes, Father.”

Georg and Verdzig advanced slowly.

It was the march of a father and son, both 8th-tier warriors.

“We are going too.”

The Special Operations Division Grand Commander, Siena, Ulbhild, and Zamuel took the center.

“Second and Sixth Division Commanders.”

“Yes.”

“We will assassinate the enemy’s mid-level officers to break their chain of command. Split to the left and right immediately upon landing.”

At the laughter-free command of the Special Operations Division Grand Commander, the two moved with practiced ease.

“As you command.”

Following behind them, as if supporting the center, was Casimir Montera, another superhuman.

“Well, it’s our turn.”

Finally, Venion commanded the rear guard.

“You will be in charge of sweeping and suppression from the rear.”

“Yes.”

Zizek, Nagan, and Barclava. The still-incomplete vessels stood at the back.

“Skella, and Ghir. You two will assist me.”

“Yes.”

“Fine, let’s do it.”

Taking the most skilled assassins in the entire Grunewald army, Venion intended to move quietly from the least conspicuous position.

“Advance.”

“Stop them, no matter what!”

“Sink them all before they cross!”

Magic, slashes, and arrows rained down, but Geninghen deployed layer upon layer of pre-prepared defensive magic, covering his allies.

“Intercept them.”

From the Black Society’s side, legions of Death Knights and masters between the 6th and 7th-tiers stepped forward.

“Wow, there are a shit-ton of them.”

Just looking at the number of officers, they were outnumbered two or three to one.

But no one hesitated, and...

KWAAAAAAAAAANG!

Those caught in the massive collision were blown apart into chunks of flesh.

* * *

In the middle of the raging battlefield.

“Uwaaaak!”

“Keoheok!”

I too flew freely through the sky, firing slashes, unleashing ultimate techniques, and scattering black lightning and dark ice, breaking the enemy’s formation.

“Surround and attack him!”

The bastards charging at me must know.

They must know I'm not some chump who will die to a stray blade just because they swarm me.

And yet, they had no choice but to charge.

Because they were soldiers? Because they were warriors? Maybe. But not these guys.

‘They are just ant soldiers throwing themselves at a predator.’

I advanced, cutting off ants' heads, slicing their torsos, and severing their limbs.

I ran on the ground and soared through the sky, covered in blood.

“You’re still not coming out? Dark King.”

I couldn’t understand what he was thinking. Was it simple laziness, or insidious caution?

‘Obviously the latter.’

I will not underestimate my enemy.

The Dark King is a more powerful foe than any other.

‘He plans to analyze my fighting style before making his entrance, I see.’

Do as you please.

In the realm of analyzing and countering, I have never been second to anyone.

.

.

.

How many more enemies had I slaughtered?

“Stop, Allenvert.”

Finally, someone stood in my way.

“……Well, look who it is.”

Ivan pointed his sword at me.

“If you wish to meet him, you must go through me first.”

This feels familiar.

In the past, he appeared to capture me when I stole the Dark King's wooden box.

‘And now, you block my path as I go to kill the Dark King.’

But I remember Ivan's story, the years he spent honoring my memory, the ways he tried to look out for me.

Therefore.

‘I’ll let you live, you punk.’

* * *

I had already faced Ivan’s sword once before.

Had I not committed all his techniques to memory during those 100 clashes?

“Did Gulbark send you?”

I asked, exchanging blows with Ivan without difficulty.

“He threw Amilcar away, and now it’s your turn? Then again, your actions have been a bit suspicious lately.”

Ivan sighed and replied.

“You crazy bastard, who do you think is the cause of all this?”

“You think it’s me? This whole mess happened because of that asshole called the Dark King, or Stench King, or whatever.”

“Ahem.”

Ivan’s nostrils flared. I had to admit, that was a sharp jab.

“Oh? Can't control your nostrils? You impudent cur.”

“Shut up.”

Aiming for the opening created by Ivan’s momentary lapse in concentration, I lightly unleashed the sword form that ‘used to be’ the Like a Shadow Flowing Phantom Sword.

Puk!

Naturally, this was a technique whose caliber was on a completely different level from the basic ultimate technique I used at the 3rd or 4th-tier.

Only the name and principle were the same.

“Wow, you still dodged it? Not bad.”

“……How much of your strength are you hiding? The last time I saw you, you were definitely-”

Ivan spoke as if he felt wronged, and I retorted.

“To deceive the enemy, you must first deceive the spy. What if you got interrogated and I was found out?”

“That is, hmm. True.”

“I was worried you’d get purged before I even got here, but you’re as tenacious as a cockroach. I’ll give you that, your will to live is impressive.”

If it had been Ivan, not me, who was being chased on that day 17 years ago, could he have survived?

‘Then again, that wouldn’t be easy.’

He would have been caught and killed in the end.

The only difference would have been whether he died a little later.

‘Anyway.’

How do I get this guy out of here?

I knew that somewhere, the Dark King and Gulbark were watching this fight.

‘If I let him go too obviously, that bastard’s personality means he’ll just trigger the curse and kill him.’

This guy is like a sunfish. So hard to keep alive.

‘Let’s think. There must be a plausible way.’

A fight just to spare someone. You live long enough, you see everything.

As I thought this, I realized this must be exactly how Ivan had felt not long ago.

‘Come to think of it, yeah.’

I looked at Ivan anew.

…We had a twisted fate, but this guy is my friend.

‘I have to save him, somehow.’

I reviewed the various arts of the Limitless Heaven-Defying Art and the Silent Night Soul-Soaking Divine Art. And soon, I found a way.

‘……Good.’

A way to delay the Dark King's appearance as much as possible, while also getting Ivan out of here without raising suspicion.

It was to unveil my hidden trump card, the greatest ultimate technique of the Limitless Heaven-Defying Art, ahead of time.

‘I don't need to think of it as a loss.’

This isn't a fight that can be won by using one ultimate technique well.

But to the Dark King, it would look like a sufficient gain.

‘That’s good enough.’

Sometimes, you have to take a loss to save a friend.

* * *

Gulbark took in the chaotic battlefield at a single glance.

‘Their assault is being sufficiently delayed.’

It was enough, even without him stepping in.

Several 6th and 7th-tier warriors, Death Knights who knew neither pain nor fear, and countless soldiers who could wear down the enemy's stamina and internal mana like a light rain soaking clothes.

‘War and chess are no different.’

It was fine to expend as many pawns as needed, as long as you captured the enemy’s king.

…Ivan and Amilcar were the same.

‘Only I.’

Only Gulbark was exempt from the position of a consumable.

Because he had become the Dark King’s eyes and ears, his hands and feet.

Because he was the strongest, after the Dark King.

‘Below one man, above ten thousand.’

It was truly an honorable position.

He worshipped and loved the Dark King.

Just as a steward feels superior to the serfs, just as he loves the lord who gave him authority.

‘Ivan, fulfill your duty, at least in your final moments.’

He would expend Ivan, expend Amilcar, and analyze Allenvert’s power as much as possible.

‘And if that punk truly has not surpassed the 9th-tier.’

Allenvert would die at his hands.

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