The Return of Apocalypses Tyrant

Episode 223

[You… what are you trying to do now? Even you idiots know what it means to grab that sword now, right?]

Bigen held up the [Kingdom Sword] and spoke sharply towards Muran, who was aiming the sword in an awkward posture.

“I…”

[Are you saying that you will ignore the words of the Elder Dragon, who has led the flying dragon world for a long time, and follow the words of the invader who invaded you?]

Muran looked at Namgung with trembling eyes at Bigen’s words.

[You idiot!!!]

“Aaaah!!”

Kwasik-!!

When Bigen tightened his hand, the dragon warrior held in his grasp was shattered like a balloon bursting.

[Your power comes from the drake we lead. Do you think you can do that without me!]

Phuuk –

That was then.

Muran’s sword pierced through Bigen’s scales.

“Ugh…!!”

It wasn’t a deep wound, but Muran stepped back, throwing the sword he was holding as if he was shocked that he had attacked the Elder Dragon.

[This… you bastard! How dare you attack me!!!]

Kaaaaaa—!!

There was a dragon’s roar that seemed to tear the eardrums, and people in the area fell flat, clutching their ears.

“Good job.”

However, even at that moment when everyone was shaking with fear, Namgung stood up straight as if nothing had happened and put his hand on Muran’s shoulder and said.

“It’s not important whether you kill or not. Just the fact that you swung your sword at him is enough.”

Sereung-

Namgung grabbed the sword that had fallen.

“It’s like cutting off the shackles that were binding you…”

Paaa-!!

His body disappeared.

“I will finish the rest.”

Muran hurriedly raised his head at the sound of his voice that seemed to pass by.

Kwahia Ah — !!!

Smoke rose from the spot where Namgung was standing, as if a fire had left, and before he knew it, he ran to Bigen’s feet in a month.

[You guy…!!!!]

Bigen blew out his breath as if he had been waiting.

No, I was trying to spit it out.

However, when Namgung’s thrown ax hit his wounded leg again, he lost his balance and stumbled.

Pow…!!

As the flame of breath held in his mouth exploded in his mouth, Bigen trembled as if in pain.

“I think I can cut it off if I take a few more shots… but it’s thinner here than on the legs.”

Namgung stepped on Bigen’s stomach, jumped up, and stabbed his neck with his sword.

[Kaaaaaa!!]

Bigen struggled as if in pain, probably because the sword had touched the rash growing under his neck.

[Do you think you guys will be safe after doing this?…!!]

Whoops!

[…Kek!!]

Bigen’s head, which was screaming, hit the floor.

This was because Wilmuth’s tail was pressing on his face.

[There are a lot of talks

.

]

Kwasik-!

As Wilmuth lifted the man up by the neck, Bigen’s body rose into the air as if it were hanging from a guillotine.

[Let go of this…!!]

Bigen, full of embarrassment, tried to escape from Wilmuth’s grasp, but the more he tried, the deeper his teeth penetrated the scales.

Namgung slowly approached Bigen

.

“There is nothing to complain about or regret. Because this is just war. “You are defeated, and the winner gets his due reward.”

[Shut up!!]

“If you’re noisy, I’ll help you. “Because my voice won’t be heard in the afterlife.”

Puuk –

Namgung’s sword pierced Bigen’s back.

[Kaaaaaaah!!!]

Bigen’s scream filled the area, and all the dragons and people who were stuck together paid attention to him.

“Now wait!!”

Just as he was about to twist the sword stuck in Bigen’s back, Muran, who was behind Namgung, shouted.

“What’s going on?”

“Can’t you give me a chance?”

Namgung looked at him in surprise at the unexpected words.

[What a dog…!! Are you now going to side with that guy instead of Tails?! That’s why your father and brother abandoned you and went to war!]

“It doesn’t matter.”

Muran slowly stood in front of him.

“It doesn’t matter what my father and brother thought of me. Because they are no longer there.”

Namgung looked at his words with interest.

“What matters is the people left behind. It is true that the flying dragon race was born under the protection of the Elder Dragon. But that doesn’t mean they can use us as tools.”

Paaah-!!

Muran took the sword from Namgung’s hand and pointed it at him once again.

“Bigen, what on earth are the lives of the flying dragons you threw away? “Are you so insignificant as a broken rock?”

[Clack… Stop talking nonsense and if you want to kill me, try to kill me. The moment I die, the remaining drakes will tear your body to pieces.]

“….”

Muran hesitated for a moment at his warning.

However, he soon seemed to have made up his mind and swung his sword with all his might.

Kaang…!!!

The cheerful sound of glass breaking rang out, and Muran’s body, which was holding the sword, swayed.

He raised his head with trembling eyes.

He looked at something that had fallen at his feet and made an expression that was difficult to explain.

It was none other than Bigen’s misfortune.

[Cruck… Crack….]

As the backlash broke, Bigen exhaled heavily like an asthma patient.

[I will never forget….]

Bigen glared at Muran.

However, it was only for a moment that Namgung’s ax cut off his neck cleanly, and the dragon’s head fell to the floor.

“What are you doing?”

“…yes?”

“You have to show them your victory. Show me your disgust. Who survived and who died. “Establish a clear hierarchy.”

Muran nodded at his words. At that moment

,

Muran cut off the horns and tongue from Bigen’s severed head, not Yeokrin.

“My father always entrusted me with handling game.”

Muran, who parted the dragon’s head with skillful hands, raised his tongue and horn and shouted.

“Look closely, dragons! The Elder Dragons are all dead! “Now all that’s left is us.”

[Crrrrr…]

[Crrrrrrr…]

Although they were wild dragons, they seemed to be able to understand human language to some extent as they were under the control of the Elder Dragon.

‘Even if you don’t understand what’s being said, your instincts are probably warning you.’

Each flying dragon, including Drake, was wary of Muran but was unable to rush at him.

“Do you want to disappear like this? If not, follow me. “That is the only way to live.”

‘Still, it seems like the chieftain’s son is a son.’

Standing holding Bigen’s horn, he looked different from when I first met him.

“Mu Muran…”

The members of the flying dragon tribe said with concern as they looked at the dead body of Bigen.

“…!!”

However, contrary to their worries, surprisingly, the remaining drakes all lowered their heads.

“It’s decided. “Now you are the real master of the flying dragon world.”

Muran nodded at Namgung’s words, but on the other hand, she couldn’t smile comfortably because she knew why he said it as if to confirm it.

“The defeat of the Drake Clan was already decided when the Elder Dragon died. The Wyrmfolk will accept defeat and replace their leader with the death of two Elder Dragons.”

“So that means it doesn’t matter how we use them?”

“That’s right. Also, if you wish, you may use the report from the Drake tribe.”

Muran took out the key strapped to his waist and handed it to Namgung.

“It seems like you are good at dismembering prey. “How about dismantling the dragon?”

“…yes?”

“In return, I will give you one of the two dragon cores contained within. “If you can handle it.”

“But…”

Muran looked at Namgung as if he was surprised by his unexpected suggestion.

“Absorbing a dragon core is not an easy task. You might have to risk your life. But you will need that power to control the drakes.”

“….”

“If you had to take on a challenge as the leader… would you do it?”

“Thank you for the opportunity.”

Muran answered him without a moment of hesitation.

He was no longer a coward.

“good. “Take whichever of the two dragon cores you want, and of the rest of the corpse, remove all scales, bones, horns, and eyeballs and offer them to me.”

Namgung seemed satisfied with his attitude.

“With that, I will accept the defeat of the dragon race.”

“Would it be possible?”

chuck-!!!

The flying dragon warriors there, led by Muran, all kneeled down and bowed their heads.

[That’s fun. They came to fight and instead gained military strength. I’ve never met someone like you before.]

[Okay. [He is a man of that caliber, so I trust him.]

[He was with my father. If you can’t accomplish even this much, it’s better to give up what you have to do in the future.]

In response to Wilmus’ words, Nameless and Lathea spoke as if they had been waiting. I could hear the pride in the two people’s voices.

[But even if we end the Octagon War, attacking Sang Sang is like hitting a rock with an egg. There must be another solution, right?]

Unlike the two excited people, Demon King Natas spoke to Namgung, who was examining the dragon core.

“It’s okay to worry slowly. “First of all, what I will do is obtain the reward for the winner of the Octagon War.”

[Are you sure you want to rise to a position of stature? No matter how great you are, the realm of God is a completely different matter.]

“Here it is.”

Namgung accepted the dragon core given to him by Muran.

“It’s Laren’s.”

He spoke as if he understood Muran’s intentions.

“You chose well. “For a hunter, it is right to eat the game he has killed.”

“thank you.”

Wooooow….

The dragon core in Namgung’s hand began to tremble lightly.

“Wilmuth. Don’t worry. “We are already past the point of worrying about such things.”

He said as he looked at the dragon core that was slowly starting to melt.

“It’s just something that has to be done.”

[then? What do we need to worry about?]

“If I had to choose, it would be whether among the eight Aspects there is anyone worth saving.”

Wilmus burst out laughing as if he was shocked by Namgoong’s words.

[This is a worry that is beyond arrogance.]

“Yes.”

▶ The core of the crystal dragon has been absorbed.

▶ Hyeolmaeksul – The level of Yu (柔) increases.

▶ Abilities increase.

Namgung slowly let out his breath, as if savoring the dragon energy filling his veins.

“God is originally arrogant.”

Namgung spoke in a low voice.

“I will become God.”