I Am a Ruined Noble of a Ruined Kingdom

Chapter 28: "Revenge"

Netionpies's declaration resonated within the Great Cavern, reaching Zicharun's ears clearly.

At the rather arrogant declaration, Zicharun straightened his posture and donned the Blood of Spirits all over his body.

"Hey old man. The characteristics of the spirit race are..."

[Don't you worry. Thanks to your pathetic appearance, I've come to know it well.]

"Go die, you."

I spewed out abuse in the mental world and at the same time began to concentrate on the external situation.

The characteristic of the Blood of Spirits is strong rebounding force. In short, to put it in game terms, it meant reflect damage, and Zicharun had this as an active skill.

Zicharun's orthodox tactic was to unleash more Blood of Spirits at the timing of the opponent's attack, the stronger it was, to inflict a counter.

"It will have to be very different from last time."

Zicharun's bleak warning.

"This time, I'll make sure to finish the job."

Paaat!

Zicharun, with crimson energy all over his body, approaches with the swift body movement. The unique movement of lowering his body greatly to avoid my gaze was like that of a wild beast.

His appearance, pressing in with the armor of the Blood of Spirits, seemed close to the realm of the incomprehensible at first glance.

"Old man, what are you doing!"

I shouted anxiously, looking at Zicharun approaching close within an instant.

What Netionpies did then was beyond common sense.

Kwaduk!

Suddenly, his left wrist was torn off from his body. Zicharun couldn't hide his bewilderment even while sprinting.

[Here, take it.]

Netionpies's left hand drew a futile parabola. Zicharun, of course, easily avoided it, and then straightened his blade and stabbed it accurately into Netionpies's heart.

[Kuluk! Heuheueu...]

Thud.

The sound of the left hand falling powerlessly to the ground across from us was heard belatedly.

"... What are you trying to do."

Perhaps because he came to an anticlimactic ending that was hard to believe, he asked unconsciously.

Netionpies gripped Zicharun's wrist tightly with a trembling hand.

[Do you know what? My body that has undergone rigor mortis is quite hard.]

"What."

Netionpies pulled up the corners of his lips and closed his eyes. The next moment, Zicharun couldn't help but be shocked.

Hwiririk!

Zicharun felt a chilling sensation of a huge snake wrapping around his neck in an instant.

The stage of realizing that it was a huge misunderstanding and correcting his perception didn't take long.

What he saw when he lowered his head was someone's arm. A powerful arm was wrapped around his neck, pressing down on his carotid artery.

"Kuh... Heuk! Surely... there was no one... Ugh."

[Of course, wouldn't it be just us here?]

"You?"

Zicharun looked straight ahead with wide eyes. Surely Netionpies had closed his eyes with a sword stuck in his heart, but the voice of the man choking him from behind was the same as Netionpies.

[What if there is rebounding force? If it's not an impact, it's also powerless.]

"Wow, you're surprisingly good at martial arts."

The posture of Netionpies, who wrapped his neck like a snake from behind Zicharun, looked similar to a Jiu-Jitsu technique.

"Ugh... Kkeueuugh...!"

The secret of the phenomenon lay in Netionpies's unconventional regeneration ability. At the moment when he easily pulled out and threw away his wrist like a weed, Netionpies had finished preparing for body regeneration.

He had already abandoned the body stabbed by the sword and completed ultra-fast regeneration based on the wrist that had been thrown behind Zicharun.

Not only that.

"Keuk, the hands...?!""

Because rigor mortis also progressed rapidly, Zicharun's wrist, which Netionpies had gripped tightly, had been sealed as if he had been handcuffed.

'He designed all of this in an instant!'

Even if he wasn't a complete form, was that original protagonist being so helplessly defeated?

It was an achievement that clearly deviated from the orbit of common sense.

Although Zicharun was being helplessly defeated, he would reach the conclusion of subduing even the Destroyer Iruealfi in the future.

That was the destiny of the protagonist Zicharun.

Netionpies was enthusiastically twisting that destiny along with his joints. Without even using evil energy!

[Vulgar child. Do you now understand the difference between competence and incompetence?]

"... Honestly, it's amazing."

I couldn't help but admit it.

"More than that, find Charles. Is she here?"

[I can feel a faint breath. She doesn't seem to be in good condition, though.]

He was still holding on tightly to the staggering Zicharun.

It was then.

Zicharun's lips, which seemed to be on the verge of passing out, moved slightly.

"Spir... itual race...!"

The earth boiled at the incantation he had barely squeezed out while stammering.

The recurrence of the brilliantly shining golden pillar. But it wasn't the overwhelming scale I had seen at the Duke Fayta's mansion.

A small pillar that seemed to be aimed at the Netionpies behind him and the corpse that had sealed his wrist. The destructive power was incomparably reduced, but it was powerful enough for him to gain freedom.

"Heoook! Heoook!"

Zicharun's lungs drew and expelled air incessantly. Looking at that, I inwardly realized that this was reality, not a game.

'It was an ultimate skill that couldn't be adjusted for power in the game. Can it be used this far?'

Honestly, one of the reasons I was so confident was because of the penalties that Zicharun would have. Considering the closed space of the Great Cavern and the existence of the hostage, he wouldn't be able to unleash a large-scale wide-area attack.

[Now, do it yourself.]

Those were the words Netionpies uttered after perfectly regenerating his body.

"What? Why are you suddenly talking nonsense like that? When did you want a body, and why are you giving it back now?"

The question didn't come with an answer. I was forcibly kicked out of the mental world and had no choice but to face Zicharun's ruby-like eyes.

"Do you really want to see this body of mine going up on a fountain?"

[Try it once. It will only be possible after defeating the brat, though.]

"Keuk...!"

I don't know what he's up to now, but...

Even if Netionpies's intentions were dubious, I decided to brace myself and accept the situation.

"Okay, that's fine. I'll use all the evil energy and whatever. But I have to teach you this one thing for our dignity."

[What is it?]

"How did you make clothes when you regenerated? At this rate, I'm definitely going to be groping around Zicharun naked."

[You're still having vulgar and terrible imaginations. But it will be difficult for you yet... So I'll help you this one time.]

Tsk.

The sound of clicking his tongue in the mental world must have been my imagination.

Shaaaaaa...

Black ink-colored energy, contrasting with Zicharun's reddish energy, ominously wraps around my body.

'Damn it, why does this feel so bad?'

I feel nauseous just from releasing evil energy. It was a sinister property that turned my stomach upside down and polluted my mind.

Zicharun's reaction wasn't much different either. He fixed his gaze on me with eyes that seemed to be looking at disgusting garbage.

Soon, our actions were exactly the same. As if we had matched a scene from a Peking opera, we rushed in at once and slammed our swords and fists against each other.

'The reason Zicharun was almost defeated so helplessly was because he didn't know about the existence of the immortal in the first place. I should assume that the same trick won't work anymore!'

Seogeok!

Zicharun's sword slashed my body from the fist to the shoulder in a straight line.

A blood fountain soared up splendidly.

"This is...?"

Zicharun's brows narrowed as the sword strike entered cleanly. I could easily guess the reason.

Because the blood fountain wetting the earth was dark ink blood that was far from human.

Tok. Tok. Todok.

The dark ink blood puddle gradually widened its area. Soon, insects with all sorts of shapes were conceived in the dark ink puddle and flew towards Zicharun like fireflies.

Netionpies's sorcery - Fifth Trumpet.

The march of a mass of creatures with bizarre shapes that I had never seen before filled my vision.

"There's no need to receive it head-on."

The path Zicharun chose was a side breakthrough. He seemed to have judged that it wouldn't be good to randomly cut down the bugs without knowing what functions they had.

Rather than cutting down the bugs with his sword, he approached me with a speed that I couldn't follow and mercilessly sliced me.

"Keoheuk!"

As expected, this guy, the protagonist is a protagonist after all. He was eerily quick-witted.

Netionpies's regeneration ability clearly seemed to be in the realm of the incomprehensible, but it wasn't invincible.

If regeneration was really possible with even a single piece of flesh, then the body would have sprouted like seedlings from the blood on Zicharun's hood.

Then this battle inevitably takes on the aspect of a war of attrition. Either he slices me so much that he overwhelms the regeneration ability, or he gets eaten by the creatures coming out of the blood before that.

As a result, he will meet one of two endings.

Seogeok! Seogeok!

Ttok, Todok.

He said in the demonic landscape where he was being cut, sliced, and other lives were being conceived.

"You, you're different from before. From your athletic ability to how creepy you are... Yes, it's like you're a different person."

"Is there such a ridiculous thing... or is there!"

I raised my voice and stretched out my fist with all my might, but he easily stepped aside and sliced me like meat in a butcher shop.

'This... is harder than I thought...!'

Six pieces of legs, twenty-seven pieces of arms. Six lower bodies and seven upper bodies. It was the number of my bodies scattered on the floor of the Great Cavern.

'It's like it's not even chopped chicken!'

On the other hand, Zicharun's response was flexible. He periodically caused small pillars of light to reduce the bugs born from sorcery, and he constantly pressured me to head out of the Great Cavern.

The sorcery of handling evil energy was clearly powerful, but I didn't know anything about it in the first place. The only sorcery I was handling now was the one that Netionpies had engraved at the Fayta Duke's mansion.

[It's the energy that the white bitch had been confining for a long time in the first place. What great sorcery would you use when you couldn't even manage it properly?]

Netionpies rebuked me, who was inwardly making excuses.

It's true, but I feel really dirty.

"Still... I have to win somehow. I'll give that shameless face a hit and take Charles with me."

If it's Zicharun who isn't a complete form, it's possible. At least dominating him with biological specs!

I need even more power. In order to obtain the corrupt and rotten evil energy, I have to look into the deepest abyss of Netionpies's soul.

In other words, I will draw out the fundamental energy that makes up his mental world.

I constantly draw out the evil of humans soaring to unknown heights and the festering resentment. The feeling of a decadent black mist flowing through my blood vessels is truly terrible.

The first to feel the change was Zicharun, who was facing me head-on.

Kwaduk!

A pure white frost rises from under his feet. His two legs were firmly fixed to the ground, and then a coldness like an ice hell attacked his entire body.

Spirit art that handles coldness - Frost of Sealing. It would have been more effective than any attack if Zicharun had grown up a little more, but...

"Yeah, this is how far it's completed, huh!"

Kwajangchang!

I broke all of that with power and rushed into Zicharun's arms.

Kwaang!

The method Zicharun chose at the unexpected swiftness was a counter using the Blood of Spirits. But that was the first misjudgment Zicharun made.

"What if it's reflect damage? I'm not going to die anyway!"

Kwang! Kwang! Kwang! Kwang!

"Ugh...!"

My head is confused. In fact, I don't even know what I'm thinking now. I just enjoyed beating up a man I recognized as an enemy, relying on my instincts.

I grabbed Zicharun, who had flown far away, climbed on top of him, and pounded him mercilessly. He was mitigating it to some extent with the Blood of Spirits, but that wasn't invincible.

It was only a reduction, not a defense, and since he was only giving reflect damage as much as that, a certain amount of damage continued to accumulate.

Netionpies's immortality was a perfect incompatible ability that corresponded to the Blood of Spirits.

"Haha, the Blood of Spirits and whatever, serves you right! Keep spewing it out. I don't get tired, though?"

[Tsk, is it mania due to excessive evil energy usage?]

"Hmm? Did I hear someth... ing!"

I muttered to myself while brutally kicking Zicharun with a soccer kick.

Now, the Blood of Spirits that had been rising like a heat haze around Zicharun had also subsided. In order to cut off the breath of Zicharun, who had clearly lost consciousness, I walked with a murderous momentum.

At that time, a small light shone brightly from Zicharun's sleeve. When I focused my eyesight, what I saw was a small cuff button.

Then a strange man's voice resonated inside the Great Cavern.

"Ah, can you hear me, friend?"

"..."

After a moment of silence, a frivolous man's voice was heard from the cuff button.

"Oh no! Is this a complete goner. Well, I can't help it since this side also made a miscalculation. The white knight's eccentric behavior is more than I imagined."

"Was it a communication stone? No, more than that, Iruealfi?"

I temporarily regained my sanity at the keyword white knight and scattered the evil energy.

Perhaps because the Great Cavern's properties amplified the voice, my voice seemed to have reached the other side of the cuff button.

"Oh my, did you get rid of my friend? Judging by the voice I'm hearing for the first time, you're not the 2nd Bartlante Chester... Who are you?"

Since there was no way I could honestly answer his true identity, I added some details and answered appropriately.

"I'm a failure noble from a multi bad ending country."

Founding Noble my ass, what kind of Founding Noble to freeze to death.

I only like the treatment of a failure noble.

"Hehehe, well, I'll just hear it directly from my friend. It's a shame, but I'll retrieve Zicharun from this side."

As soon as the man's words ended, a soft blue light shone brightly from Zicharun's jacket pocket. Then the earth rippled, and Zicharun's slumped figure was sucked into the floor.

I realized the change and rushed in urgently, but it was no different from a dog chasing a chicken.

"Space leap... No, a one-time-use portal!"

An item that could only be made by the saint who had sealed Netionpies with the protagonist 400 years ago.

It's not strange that Zicharun has it. Because that was a kind of opportunity that the protagonist gets according to the progress of the story.

But the time to know the landfill of the one-time-use portal is far behind...

"I don't know what's going on. What's with Iruealfi's eccentric behavior?"

No, that's enough.

Whether the one-time-use portal The one-time-use

I've used too much evil energy, so I'm mentally exhausted.

I gave up thinking and moved towards the direction where Charles was.