Chapter 107
Chapter 107
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Translator: Ryuma
Chapter: 107
Chapter Title: Arrival of the Golden Dragon Knight
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At the same time, a shockwave erupted, shaking the surrounding buildings and cracking the asphalt and tiles on the ground, demonstrating just how devastating the power of Ares Crying truly was.
The hunters of Olympus Guild watched the battlefield where the shockwave and dust had cleared, their faces bright with knowing smiles, aware of the might behind their leader's ultimate skill.
"Meeeh, surprisingly, your words turned out to be true, Przewalski."
"Puhihihng, I told you I don't lie."
But the one left standing was Arc Demon Beast—Remrem.
He snorted, shaking off the concrete dust clinging to his body, and addressed Przewalski.
And there lay Diomedia, the proud apostle of Athena from Olympus Guild, collapsed on the ground, her weapon slipped from her grasp.
"Purruk, honestly, I figured you'd be full of shit and get yourself in trouble."
"Mehehehet! It was a reasonable story, so I gave it a listen. Besides, I've got 'Counter Ramshield' anyway."
Just as Leg Horn had his trump card Phoenix Ascension, Remrem—the fellow Arc Demon Beast—had his own secret weapon.
Counter Ramshield.
A heavy warrior wielding a shield and flail, he possessed a 'Reflection' skill that returned an enemy's attack right back at them if timed perfectly with their strike.
Armored in sturdy plate and shield, with the physical prowess of a beastman demon, taking him down inevitably required unleashing a major technique.
His specialty was blocking it and hurling it back for massive damage.
"Meeeeh, well, thanks to you, we took her down easy. Hmm~ Should I rip off a leg for you? Being Athena's apostle and all, it oughta taste great."
Grabbing the unconscious Diomedia like a doll and hoisting her up, Remrem twisted at her hip and thigh, tearing her leg clean off like an insect's limb.
In that instant, she transcended unconsciousness from the unimaginable agony and let out a scream.
"Kyaaaaaaaah!"
"Purruk, no need for that. Didn't the priest say to keep her alive?"
"Mehiht! Yeah! As long as she's alive, right? Gotta breed 'em sometimes. Anyway, you really not eating this leg? She's blessed by Athena herself—not your average flavor. Last chance before I chow down, no regrets? Mehehehet!"
"Purruk! Go ahead, Remrem, chow down. I'll check on Gotman then."
Outraged by the sight of Slaughter King's great demons treating their leader like a snack, Olympus Guild's hunters fumed, but even holding off Remrem's minions—the black sheep rampaging around—was a struggle.
"Damn it! Big brooo! We have to save the boss!"
"Get a grip! First, these monsters...!"
"This is already a lost cause, isn't it?"
"Defeat is defeat—look at the battlefield. We can't just die like dogs here."
With their leader defeated, Olympus Guild members floundered, unsure what to do.
They never imagined Athena's apostle and S-Rank hunter would fall so easily.
Her humiliating treatment like mere junk food was wretched, yet they couldn't rescue her—and with A-Rank black sheep swarming everywhere, fleeing wasn't an option either. They were stuck.
"Ah... ugh... uugh......"
*Crunch, crunch... Mehiht! So tasty... Oh man, why's there so much blood? It's all delicious! Slurp slurp. Ah, if she dies, the priest'll chew me out......*
Chewing the leg he'd meant for Przewalski, Remrem noticed Diomedia's heavy bleeding wasn't normal. Wasting the blood was a shame, but to avoid a scolding if she died, he licked at the wound to staunch it.
In that moment, he sensed something flashing in the sky above.
"Mehit?"
"Die already, you skewer lamb bastard!"
Kwaaaaaang!
To check the flash, Remrem looked up.
In that instant, another golden armor and massive iron hunk—already hurtling close, reflecting the sunlight—filled his vision completely.
Intense pain followed, and Remrem collapsed helplessly. The golden-armored knight who landed scooped up Diomedia, then aimed Titan's Stake at the fallen Remrem and spoke.
"No matter how you quibble about chivalry this or that, when someone's on death's door, you just act. Or maybe that beast punk crossed the line so hard no debate's needed? Anyway, hey, Olympus lady—are you okay?"
The one who descended was the golden knight.
And in the sky floated a golden dragon, flaunting its beauty in the sunlight.
No further explanation was needed to know who he was.
Golden Dragon Knight Yoo Seongwon.
The official SS-Rank hunter's arrival filled the hunters and soldiers with relief—they were saved now.
"You look pale. Breathing's weak too....... Heavy blood loss, huh? Eldraen, take care of this lady, will you?"
"No medical insurance coverage for treatments, you know."
"If dragons actually run a health insurance service, I'd sign up in a heartbeat—do they? Anyway, hurry please."
Handing Diomedia to Eldraen, Yoo Seongwon eyed Remrem, who was already stirring.
Furious from the ambush, the beast glared at him with bloodshot eyes bulging.
"Meeeeeeeeh! You bastard! How dare you! How dare you to my horn! My hoooorn!"
"Shit, just the one horn?"
"Just one horn, he says! My magnificent horn, how daaaare youuuu!"
Remrem's proud curved goat horn on one side of his head was shattered, leaving him looking pathetically lopsided.
Yoo Seongwon had aimed a sun-backed blitz to smash his skull outright, but Remrem had twitched his head at the last second, costing only the right horn.
"Meeeeeeeeeeh! I won't forgive you! Golden Dragon Knight! My horn! My hoooorn! My hoooooorn! No forgiveness eeeeeh!"
"Huu~ Suup!"
Yoo Seongwon tensed as Remrem charged in earnest.
His opponent was an Arc Demon Beast on par with the previous Leg Horn—far from easy, especially after nearly dying. Yoo Seongwon sharpened his focus and rushed in.
Remrem's flail clashed with Yoo Seongwon's Titan's Stake, unleashing a fiercer backlash than before and signaling the battle's start.
"Got one..."
"Hmm~ A bit late."
"As expected of Sir Krokbane's strength. Severing the neck in one go."
At the same time, Yoo Seongwon's knights appeared, slaughtering the surrounding A-Rank black sheep and other monsters.
Olympus Guild hunters' burden lightened instantly, and the battlefield cleared rapidly.
This scene perfectly illustrated why S-Rank hunters outvalued droves of A- and B-Ranks.
"Yoo-cheong, handle soldier command. Their goal's the shelters where civilians evacuated—tracking their paths won't be hard."
"Right away."
Shin Somi and crew, who rode in on the trailer, formed defensive lines around shelters with elite Cheon-Gum Army troops, erecting barricades, executing plans, and battling Slaughter King's demons that slipped through breached walls.
"I'll manage comms and coordination with the military and other guilds. Ayoung, you and Jinseok oppa patrol the city, blocking scavengers as I direct. They're turning tail at best D-Rank level—not your match anyway."
"Got it, Mom. Heading out now!"
Shin Ayoung was geared in a black combat suit, mask, modern weapons like a gun and wire at her waist.
Of course, her old obsession lingered—hunter gauntlets on her fists.
She'd shifted from martial artist vibe to special forces operative.
"Sigh~ Fresh out the dungeon into this mess. Haven't even mastered my new class skills or gear yet....... Effective, sure, but. Sigh~"
"Hahaha! People grow by overcoming adversity, milady."
"I get that, but still... a little breather wouldn't hurt. Anything in excess turns poison, you know."
"Oh! True enough! Hahaha!"
Shin Ayoung zipped out the trailer, darting nimbly between buildings with light teases.
Jang Yunseok followed her lead, hunting hunters turned to looting, murder, and betrayal.
Past two buildings, three humans were looting corpses of guild hunters in different gear, grabbing magistones and weapons.
"But damn, this is kinda a goldmine, huh?"
"What more you want from kills at our level? Ah, would've preferred catching that chick alive though....... Ahh~ Still warm, what a shame... Tsk!"
"You psycho, Slaughter King's demons'll sniff the blood soon—where's time for that? Let's bounce!"
"Ugh......"
Pretending hunters until humanity faltered, then flipping to scavengers. The weak's survival tactic, as always.
Disgusted yet following orders, Shin Ayoung ambushed the scavenger hunters from above.
Weaklings— a chin hook snapped one's head 180 degrees, instant death.
"Krhek!"
"Eek! Ch-Chanwook! What the—? Run, run!"
"Damn! They targeting us? Th-this speed's at least C-Rank... Uwaaah!"
"You trash humans! Wrong call! SS-Rank hunter, soloed S-Rank monster, wrecked Seoul Guild and Shin-Gangnam—Golden Dragon Knight's in, and you betray? Ugh, idiots! Scatter!"
Reciting her prepped lines over the dead scavenger, she feigned chase on the rest. The others scattered fleeing fast.
Chasing a bit then stopping, she regrouped with Jinseok clearing bodies.
"Hm? Thought you'd hunt 'em all down... Just back?"
"Main goal's this. Chasing every one? We're outnumbered, and they're desperate trash anyway. Revolting, sure. But sparing 'em lets word spread, flipping other trash back to our side."
Pure evil like the priest was rare among scavengers.
Most flip-flopped between scavenger and hunter, chasing profit in civilized life, aligning with the winning side.
If humanity looked strong, they'd snap back to hunters fighting Slaughter King's demons.
"Sigh~ Best we got, huh? Bitter. Anyway, that's the play: Kill one or two as example, spread the word. Got it?"
"Got it. Better than slacking rear lines."
"Oh, one more. Mom says tone down the S-Rank vibe. Just that, careful."
"Will do. Take care, Ayoung. Call if trouble—I'll dash like wind, your shield~"
Unlike Yoo Seongwon's other knights, Jang Yunseok showed true 'knightly' manners and courtesy, but Shin Ayoung eyed him creeped out.
Frankly, the two new 'knights' baffled her.
She was sociable, and Yoo-cheong and Jinseok kept 'chivalry' in mind, so communication flowed fine—but mismatches like this cropped up.
"What's with the weird flourish? So cringey."
"Cringey? Everyday line in our world. More flair, more sincerity."
"Ah... um... Here, you'd need 500 years back for praise. Sigh~"
Human-looking knights, but summoned by Yoo Seongwon—worlds apart in mindset and culture.
Like dumping strangers from isolated countries together, language bridged but little else.
"No matter how I look, of Seongwon oppa's knights, you and Yoo-cheong oppa seem the weirdest."
"Huh! That's harsh, no? Weirder than dragonkin, abyss knights, celestials, or tin cans? I demand a re—... She's gone. Guess I follow His Majesty's orders too."
Smacking his lips at Shin Ayoung zipping away with a whoosh!, Jang Yunseok drew his sword.
He began leaping buildings, hunting hunters to fulfill his duty.
Thus, the war ignited by the priest entered a new phase with the Golden Dragon Knight's forces joining the fray.