Survival Story of a Sword King in a Fantasy World

A Tasty Past Bait is Fundamental to Catch a Big Fish! (2)

Thanks to the creation of the Holy Punishers, the six denominations faced the Fairy Kingdom with all their might, and each vulnerable headquarters emerged safely.

It was a pretty troublesome situation for the Fairy Kingdom.

The opponent was wielding a knife, but their side could only block the attack without being allowed to retaliate.

That left them helpless.

“What nonsense!”

The Fairy Kingdom, Allendia, was powerful.

Only the strong could care about public sentiment in the first place.

If they didn’t have the power, they would have ignored public sentiment.

“We can’t attack their headquarters?”

The Commander-in-Chief of the Allendia Kingdom’s Army, Roacell Eli Artransas, changed his strategy.

“Then, break the knife itself.”

* * *

A darkened field.

Han-bin and his companions were hiding in the bush and staring at the big castle.

It was the castle of the Nymph nobleman, Count Bresheur.

Like the other nobles of Allendia who had been punished, Count Bresheur was so notorious that the citizens resented him.

He was the perfect target of the Holy Punishers.

Torches were lit all over the walls, and magic lanterns emitted light.

The Count insisted that he would not tolerate an inch of darkness.

‘… Well, it’s still dark compared to modern Earth.’

While Ryu Han-bin was thinking about something else, Artis and Leon Hart talked.

“They have lights everywhere.”

“Because they’ve heard the rumor.”

It was clear that the Holy Punishers put them on high alert, not knowing when they would attack.

There was no particular problem.

Holy Punishers attacked each noble during the night because they were concerned about civilian casualties.

Once they entered the mansion or the castle, they would purposely fight head-on.

Regardless, they were much stronger, and it fitted their image as a ‘punisher.’

Kibie slightly raised herself.

“Then shall we go?”

The other party also began to move cautiously.

Unlike the Holy Punishers, who were accompanied by several high-Templars and dozens of troops, led by the Templar Lords, the number of Han-bin’s party were indeed small.

Ryu Han-bin, Kibie, Artis, Effir, and Leon Hart. All five of them.

Considering the importance of Kibie, more troops should’ve been added, but there was a reason behind that.

Not all members of the Holy Punishers could be trusted.

Before the Goddesses’ oracle, the Top Three were the largest allies of the six Churches.

They were the most respected celebrities.

As such, there was a high possibility that there would be enemy spies in the Holy Punishers.

They had to be careful about the possibility that the incarnation could be busted.

Therefore, Han-bin and his party always moved on their own, and they never revealed their moves to the others.

Even the six Templar Lords knew of their movements only through post-reports but never learned where they were currently moving.

Buck, buck.

Footsteps through the darkness were heard.

At the same time, a faint group of people appeared.

The two gatekeepers who were guarding the entrance were surprised, causing them to aim at strangers with their spears.

“W-who is it?”

“Reveal yourself!”

A giant warrior grinned and pointed behind his back.

A silver-haired girl proudly lifted the flag in her hand.

The gatekeepers turned pale.

It was the most famous flag that had been showing up around Allendia recently.

“Holy Punishers!”

“Oh! You’re here!”

They didn’t dare fight back.

The Gatekeepers scrambled into the door located to the side of the castle gate and locked it.

Loud noises then came from behind the door as if they were packing things up.

Of course, Han-bin ignored it.

He was not interested in the gate at all.

Looking up at the huge entrance in front of him, he pulled out his Gigant.

“Huge and hot.”

Zoom!

The red Blade Aura painted the night sky red.

Soon enough, the gate’s hinges were destroyed.

Boom!

* * *

The thick gate was smashed like popcorn.

Tables and small-sized pieces of wood were scattered everywhere.

“Ahhhhhhh!”

“Ahhhhhhh!”

The castle quickly became noisy.

Soldiers ran all over the place, shouting in disarray.

“Attack! Attack!”

“Please report to the knights quickly!”

A soldier standing guard on the wall blew his horn immediately to spread the news about the ongoing raid.

Booooooooooo!

As usual, Han-bin and his party waited leisurely.

They knew that the main troops of the Count would appear.

“And I’m curious…”

Suddenly Han-bin asked, glancing at the broken gate.

“Is it meaningful to build castles like this? The gates are broken in one blow, and the walls can easily be crossed.”

Latna was a world where powerful beings that had far broken through human limitations existed.

“No matter how strong a castle is, it’s pierced by just a few high-level people, but there seems to be no reason to spend money building it.”

Wasn’t the medieval citadel lost on Earth due to the development of artillery?

However, it was all nothing but Ryu Han-bin’s illusion.

“Hey, that’s a plan that only you can execute.”

Artis and Effir replied, clicking their tongues.

“We can break this castle with this much effort now, but…”

“We couldn’t even dare do that just a few months ago!”

Those who had levels high enough to ignore the defense of the castle were extremely small in Latna.

Han-bin’s party was only very high in level, but if the castle of Count Bresheur were met with ordinary beings, it could be fully utilized.

‘But Earth can be devastated by a single nuclear missile, so I can’t say conventional weapons are useless. Is that how I understand it?’

They were waiting for a while like that.

With loud footsteps, a group of troops appeared in the courtyard of the gate.

A middle-aged man with blue hair looked at Han-bin’s group and shouted.

“You showed up, you cults!”

It was the owner of the castle, Count Bresheur.

“This is the end of your recklessness which sells the Goddesses’ name to turn the world asunder!”

The Count was very aggressive.

His attitude could never be seen without a solid corner of faith.

Indeed, the people who appeared there were a little different from other territories.

First of all, the level of knights was high.

They were in the mid to late 60s on average, and the Elf knight in command of them was a level 80 Magic Swordsman.

‘You’re not Count Bresheur.’

It was the regular army of the Fairy Kingdom. Among them was an elite.

“You are all bewildered men who dare take the punishment of the Goddess!”

Eflen Plaud, the commander, a senior knight of the Atransas family, and a royal knight of Allendia, pulled out his sword and looked at Han-bin’s group with anger in his eyes.

“I will punish you in Allendia’s name!”

* * *

As many as a hundred knights and soldiers quickly surrounded Han-bin’s group.

Judging from their reaction, they seemed to have been prepared for the Holy Punishers’ attack from the beginning.

Artis murmured, glancing around.

“Did the information leak?”

He couldn’t understand it.

It was only three days ago that Han-bin and his party had targeted Count Bresheur.

They passed by the area and decided spontaneously.

“We don’t have any information to leak. How did they get our track record?”

Eflen asked with a cold smile.

“Are you curious about what happened?”

Artis replied with bitterness.

“Honestly, I’m curious.”

“There’s nothing I can’t tell you since you’re about to die anyway.”

Triumphantly, Eflen spoke.

“I’m sure you guys were moving secretly. It’s impossible to track you guys down.”

He then laughed.

“But isn’t your target obvious?”

The Holy Punishers advocated the justice of the Goddesses.

Therefore, they had purposely only targeted evil lords. The nobles who were deeply related to the Transcendental were excluded from the goal if they were good to people.

“I mean, if we’re stuck next to a corrupted and greedy aristocrat, you’re bound to show up! Hahahaha!”

Han-bin and his group had a blank look for a moment as they watched Eflen smiling as if he had already won.

“…”

“Oh, well…”

“You’re not wrong, but…”

The corrupted aristocrat standing right next to him had a dark expression on his face.

“The Count is going to cry. Are you sure that you are on his side?”

However, he couldn’t openly protest since Eflen seemed to have a higher position than the Count.

‘I understand the situation anyway.’

They sent troops to multiple locations where the reputation of the lords wasn’t good.

Only regular troops were dispatched to the entire aristocratic territory, which was not usually well-received.

One of them was Count Bresheur.

‘Well, if they hadn’t been able to pinpoint our location, they wouldn’t have ended up with this much power.’

Looking at the siege, Ryu Han-bin roughly measured the level of knights and soldiers.

‘There’s a lot of numbers, but honestly, They’re not at a level for us to be afraid of.’

Han-bin was able to clear them all on his own right away.

Leon Hart and all the other party members were already above level 90.

“I think you’ve used your brain, but…”

Effir continued to give a cold smile as she pulled out her twin blades.

“I think you made a mistake in your calculations. Do you think you can stop the Holy Punishers with only that much power?”

Unexpectedly, Eflen accepted her opinion.

“You’re right, girl.”

No matter how strong the regular army of the Fairy Kingdom was, there was a limit.

To send all troops to many ‘corrupted aristocratic territories,’ the power of each of the other territories would naturally weaken.

Eflen grinned at Ryu Han-bin.

“Our Elves have good ears. I’ve learned how terrifying a monster the heir to the Sword King is.”

In the first battle, no one recognized Gigant, but since then, Ryu Han-bin had constantly been poking around Allendia.

It was also well known that the big-named Valtara warrior wielded the weapon of the Sword King Baotolt.

“We’re not the ones that will deal with you, Successor of the Sword King!”

Eflen raised his right hand.

“Come out, sinners! Fight with your life on the line and cleanse your sins!”

Another group appeared from the far side of the siege network.

There were about a dozen men and women, all of whom had aggression on their faces.

“Damn…”

“If it weren’t the banned spell…”

“I would’ve torn that rambler’s head first…”

“Fucking Transcendental.”

Han-bin and his party became stiff.

‘They’re…’

Their armor was familiar to them.

Spell-Saving Staffs, Robes of Prana Amplification, and Force-Driving Swords.

They were wearing the same equipment as the party that Han-bin’s group had fought in the past.

‘The Aliens of Akhtarun!’