Chapter 41
Chapter 41
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Translator: Vine
Chapter: 41
Chapter Title: Son of the Wind, Kaier
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"Tat!"
A resounding kiai that shook his belly.
Shiiiiiieeeek.
A streak of light mercilessly slicing through the air.
Ploosh!
The ogre's massive head exploding into pieces.
Kueeeeeek!
Kraaaaaah!
The monsters screaming in sudden terror.
'Argh! My money!!!'
In his excitement, he'd hurled the Blessed Spear too hard.
Only after the prize ogre's head burst did he snap back to reality.
'I'll make sure it dies pretty, with minimal damage.'
Kraaaaaah!
The ogres going berserk at their comrade's death.
Shiiiiiiek!
He flung the club they held and the spear snatched from the orcs.
Wyverns were invincible in the sky, but on the ground, ogres were beast-level threats.
Shiiiing.
Bebeto dodged the miscellaneous junk the ogre threw while skimming over the orcs' heads.
Kueh! Kukekekeke!
The orcs shrieking unintelligibly and freaking out.
Shishishishik.
'Oh-ho, look at these guys. They've lost their minds with fear?'
The orc archers who'd been nocking arrows loosed them.
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Kuaaaaaaaaah!
Bebeto, enraged by the orcs' sneers.
He spat out a full dose of his dirty(?) personality—phlegm, telling them to get lost.
Kwaduduk.
Then, diving again, he snatched two orcs with his steel-like talons and crushed them with force.
Puduk.
Bebeto tossing the pulverized orcs to the ground.
'That's right! If you're the action leader, you gotta show that much!'
Clank.
He unhooked the safety latch.
'All dead!'
The orcs who'd had restless dreams last night.
Today was the day they'd cross the Jordan and enter their orc heaven.
Thud!
The distance to the ground was about ten meters.
He kicked off Bebeto straight down.
He didn't have Superman as an uncle or Spider-Man as a buddy, but he had abilities that made heroes jealous.
Namely.
"Spiral Tornado!"
The pinnacle of 5th Circle wind magic, Spiral Tornado.
Wiiiing!
His mana hole vibrated with a heavy hum.
Paat!
A burst of transparent blue mana storm.
The spell instantly fused with the ambient mana, then thrust its rotating maw of wind into the earth.
Whiririririririririring.
A whirlwind fitted with hundreds of blades.
Chwaaaaaaaa.
It exploded beneath him as he descended, forming a circle and swirling outward as waves of wind.
Kueeeeeeeeek! Kueeeeeek!
Sogedung. Sogedung.
Hududududuk.
With the orcs' pig-like death squeals, their bodies were minced into meat chunks in the whirlwind and rained down everywhere like bloody hail.
'Wow!'
Monsters, different from humans.
These cursed beings with nothing in their heads but blood, slaughter, and hunger scattered, spraying blue blood.
'Twenty-meter radius wiped out.'
It was 5th Circle magic, but boosted by his potent mana, it neared 6th Circle power.
The inner twenty meters was instant death, and beyond that, dozens of orcs lay with limbs severed by the lingering force.
'Huh? Look at those guys!'
Thud thud thud!
One ogre with massively swollen guts charged, shaking the ground.
Kraaaaaah!
An ogre charging with King Kong-sized fangs bared, holding two orcs in its hands.
Shik shik!
At about ten meters, it hurled the orcs with all its might.
Puk! Puk!
They flew right at him, dying on impact beside him though he'd stood still.
Pat!
He kicked off the ground.
Sring!
Drew his sword.
"....."
Compressing ten meters in an instant with Mana Step, the ogre's blood-red eyes widened in shock.
Puk!
Whirl.
His sword, dyed blue with the blade, plunged into the ogre's neck.
The blade spun once.
Swik!
Chwaaaaaak!
He'd stabbed, twisted, and ended the ogre.
Quite a sequence, but it took mere seconds.
Blood gushing like a severed aorta.
Kuuung.
It collapsed nose-first into the dirt like a tree felled by a lumberjack's axe.
'Yes! 500 gold!'
Killing the ogre was secondary; the money thrilled him more.
Some earn thousands a day to scrape by, others billions.
He wanted the latter life.
And he had the skills for it.
'Huh? Where are those guys going?'
One ogre blasted by Blessed Spear, another neatly butchered— the remaining three turned tail.
"Hey! Stop right there!! I haven't made my daily wage yet!!!!"
Thud boom, thud boom!
Ogres three or four meters tall.
Shaking their dangling bits noisily, they bolted toward the distant forest.
Thud.
Distance: about a hundred meters.
He snatched a battered orc spear from the ground.
Pat!
Puk!
The spear compressed space faster than an arrow.
It pierced the ogre's back deeply.
Kuaooooooo!
Kueeeeeek!
Flutter thud, flutter thud.
Bebeto toyed with orcs like a cat with mice.
Dozens already dangled from his talons, wingless and tasting their grim fate.
Kuku keke! Kuoooo!
Orcs babbling in their incomprehensible tongue.
Urrrr.
Suddenly scattering every which way.
'Whoa? It's over?'
Where were the vengeful, battle-mad monsters called orcs? Now they fled desperately.
Kuaoooooo!
Bebeto chased the fleeing orcs, lost in joyful hunting.
"Waaaaah!"
"The orcs are running!"
"Chase them! Catch the orcs!!!!!!!!"
'What? This peanut gallery?'
Cheers followed by absurd shouts.
Creak.
The palisade gate opened, people pouring out.
But the orcs were long gone.
"....."
Then, people silently surrounded him.
They encircled him like zoo visitors gawking at a monkey.
'Mercenaries? Nah, villagers...'
Spears standard, men with shields and sheathed swords.
Merc-like enough.
"We pay respects to the noble Sky Knight."
Among the people showing not respect or gratitude but bewilderment and fear toward their savior, an elder stepped forward and bowed deeply.
"In the name of Santaro Village, I, the village chief, thank you for saving our village."
"....."
He couldn't reply to the chief.
An elder bowed, but his current status was noble.
Stuck, he just eyed the villagers below the chief.
"We couldn't pay protection money for months, yet you saved us. We are truly grateful, again and again."
As he stayed silent, the Santaro Village chief mentioned protection money with a sorry face.
'Protection money? What's that?'
"Um... it's meager, but money we've gathered hunting monsters and beasts these past months. Far short of protection money, but please accept. We'll repay the arrears once we get by."
The chief cautiously drew a leather pouch from his bosom, glancing nervously.
Roughly under 100 gold.
"No need for protection money. I just...."
He wasn't some neighborhood thug extorting kids' snot money.
"No, we can't. We can't give more girls. Rather... we'd die to monsters together than enslave our girls."
The chief turned ashen, steeling for last stands, ignoring his words.
'Girls? Slaves? What the hell happened?'
Not just the chief—anger and hostility rose on the faces of men around him.
Kuaoooooo!
"Huh...."
But Bebeto's arrival, an orc in his jaws, terrified the villagers.
"Could I have some bread?"
'I need to look into this.'
Protection money, no more girls—something was up.
"Br-bread, you say?"
The dazed chief echoed.
He nodded.
"Come inside."
The chief met his eyes sincerely, then nodded.
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