Reincarnated with the King’s Power

Chapter 31

‘Unbelievable mana control.’

Fred inwardly marveled.

The Carpe was completed just by the addition of the Fourth Young Master's mana.

And that was not all. He had even overlaid this vast space with Blue Flame ignited by mana.

It was as if he had used the knights' mana to unfold his own Carpe.

‘His understanding of mana surpasses that of Sir Philip.’

Demian brought his sword to the Blue Flame.

Hwarureuk.

The Blue Flame clung to the pure white blade of his beloved sword, Baegya.

“This much should be manageable. You’ve learned an interesting technique, Killian.”

“It's nothing special. By the way, did you come alone?”

“Seeing that Julian isn't here, it seems to be the same for you?”

Demian and Killian exchanged a peculiar gaze.

Knights below the 5-star level were of little help against the Slayer.

To minimize the damage to the knight order while keeping other possibilities open. It was something a young master competing for the position of family head should keep in mind.

Hwarururu.

The Blue Flame, which had been burning fiercely, flickered as the Slayer roared.

[…….]

The creature’s crimson eyes, which had been scanning the knights surrounding it, fixed on Killian. It had identified who the greatest threat was.

‘It’s definitely learning.’

The tactic of enveloping the mountain range with its fighting spirit to make detection impossible, and using Grand-level monsters to attack the three knight orders simultaneously.

It felt like facing a high-level knight, not a monster.

‘The sacrifices are too great.’

Killian thought of the annihilated Black Knight Order.

Splitting the forces into three to build a defensive line was essential, but it ended up exposing each knight order to danger.

He had thought it would be enough with the addition of twenty Red Knights.

‘I was complacent.’

It was a judgment that had failed to take into account that the intelligence of the Slayer he had faced had greatly improved.

As a result, the Black Knight Order and a part of the Red Knight Order, unable to hold out for even an hour, were annihilated.

“If we don’t take that thing’s head, I won't have the face to see the Family Head and the Commander.”

Fred’s voice was laced with anger as he drew up his mana.

Hwarururu.

The Carpe of the area, assimilated with his red mana, grew stronger.

[Shiiiiii!!]

In response, the Slayer let out a strange sound, and an incomplete fighting spirit mixed with killing intent spread out.

With that alone, a considerable number of knights were seen staggering.

“5-star knights, fall back.”

At Fred’s command, a number of knights distanced themselves.

They poured their mana into the Carpe instead of their swords, neutralizing the Slayer's fighting spirit.

The Carpe was complete, and there were six 6-star knights.

‘Not bad.’

The stage was set for a 40% chance of victory.

Fred stepped forward.

“Young Master Demian, I will temporarily take command until we subjugate the Knight Slayer.”

Demian, his eyes fixed on the Slayer, nodded.

No further exchange of opinions was necessary.

Fred shouted, his voice imbued with mana.

“From now on, we will subjugate the Knight Slayer.

The First and Fourth Young Masters will take the left flank with Philip.”

Fred, standing at the front, raised his sword imbued with red mana.

“For Eurasia!”

The red, white, and blue mana swirled as if in response.

[…….]

The Slayer silently raised its claws.

The battle between the six 6-star knights and the 7-star monster began.

***

Kaang. Kaang. Kkang. Kaaaang.

Kagak. Kagagagagak.

The sound of steel clashing with steel echoed through the mountain range, and attacks mixed with fighting spirit and killing intent raged relentlessly.

“Keuk……”

Philip clutched his abdomen and retreated.

The wound was shallow, but the bleeding would not stop.

Fred, who had deflected the claw aimed at Philip, raised his voice.

“Those who are poisoned, fall back and recover!”

At the vice-commander's command, the knights distanced themselves and caught their breath.

‘To think it would even use poison…….’

Fred gritted his teeth as he looked at the Slayer’s purple-stained claws.

It was a paralytic poison made by mixing its blood and bodily fluids.

Demian approached Fred’s side.

“Vice-commander, its regenerative ability is unusual.”

He had cut its skin several times already, but the creature recovered quickly, and now, aside from some scratches, no significant wounds remained.

Just then.

Kwaang.

Killian, who had defended against the Slayer’s lashing claw, was sent flying to Fred's side.

Getting up, Killian let out a ragged breath.

His joints ached from the repeated exchanges.

“This won’t do.”

“Do you have a plan?”

Killian nodded at Fred's question.

“Buy me three minutes. I’ll prepare a sword that can blow it away in a single strike.”

Demian, who was listening from the side, shook his head.

“If you leave now, the tide of battle will turn. If the restraint through the Blue Flame loosens, it will go on a rampage.”

The knights' Carpe was effective against the Slayer thanks to the Blue Flame.

If Killian's mana were to be withdrawn here, the possibility of the spatial control being broken would increase dramatically.

It would be difficult for the exhausted Red Knights to buy proper time on their own.

Killian was aware of this as well.

“We can’t win if this war of attrition continues. We need to make a move.”

“Bet everyone’s lives on your technique?”

“Yes.”

“……”

Demian was at a loss for words at Killian's calm reply.

The thirty knights here, and the hundreds of knights spread across the mountain range carrying out the subjugation.

He was proposing to bet their lives on his sword.

Fred, drenched in sweat, opened his mouth in a calm tone.

“Fourth Young Master, are you confident?”

“Of course.”

“……”

A confident answer that did not doubt his own sword in the slightest.

Fred watched him and fell into thought for a moment.

‘If either the Fourth Young Master or I were to leave, we won't be able to hold out for long.’

His instincts as a knight were telling him.

To trust the Fourth Young Master's sword.

His deliberation was not long.

“Three minutes. I’ll hold out even if I have to pour everything I have into it.”

He had finally decided to bet his life on Killian Eurasia’s sword.

‘There’s no need to conserve mana anymore.’

Kwaaaaa.

Fred's presence, clad in red mana, grew even more intense.

“Make sure you succeed.”

Kwang.

His sword shot out and fell upon the Slayer's head.

Eurasia Style, Thunderbolt.

Eurasia Style, Thorn.

Kwazik!!

Kagagagagak……!!

A dynamic swordsmanship unfolded, drawing the Slayer's attention.

Demian and the Red Knights also began to swing their swords to assist him.

Taking that opportunity, Killian retreated to the rear of the Carpe.

“Hoo……”

He lowered his sword, assumed a natural stance, and regulated his breathing.

His heart pulsed.

The blood flowing through his veins mixed with mana, and his Mana Heart expanded.

Hwiiiii.

Blue mana condensed at the tip of his sword.

It was a shade so deep that it was excessive for ordinary mana.

As he closed his eyes, the clang of metal filled his ears.

Feeling the battle unfolding in front of him vividly, he began to concentrate his mind.

Meanwhile, Fred once again boldly closed in and aimed for the joint where the Slayer’s shoulder and arm connected.

Kagagak!!

Even though he had cut through about half of the tough muscle, he saw it regenerate in an instant.

At that, the Red Knights began to take turns aiming for the same spot.

Eurasia Style, Red Thorn.

A style where the existing sword style, ‘Gye’, was enhanced by imbuing it with the color of one’s own mana, ‘Gae’.

Pit.

As Philip's sword, imbued with red mana, slashed past the Slayer's arm, a trail of bright red blood was drawn along its trajectory.

Red Thorn.

Jjeok.

With repeated sword strikes, the wound opened faster than it could regenerate.

Red Thorn.

Jjeoeok.

The swords of the Red Knights tore into the opened wound.

Red Thorn.

Jjigeok.

After continuously gouging out its flesh.

Red Thorn.

Kwazik.

The sword swung by the fifth knight reached the Slayer’s bone.

And.

Seogeok.

With a single strike from Fred, the Slayer's arm finally fell to the ground.

The flowing blood soaked the ground.

The Slayer screamed for the first time.

It was a scream, but it was also a display of fighting spirit, and with it, the bodies of Fred and the Red Knights froze.

It was the moment the Slayer was about to start regenerating in that opening.

Eurasia Style.

“White Thorn.”

Kwazik!!

Demian’s rushing sword cut through about half of the Slayer’s left leg.

Kung.

The Slayer, brought down to one knee, belatedly swung its claws, but Demian, who was pulling back, was slightly faster.

“I’ve cut the nerve. We must press on without giving it time to regenerate.”

Fred nodded.

‘One arm and one leg.’

He observed Killian, who still had his eyes closed.

About a minute left.

‘At this rate, there’s enough time……’

Suddenly.

[ὠμός!]

An incomprehensible language burst from the Slayer’s mouth.

Just hearing it felt like one’s soul was draining away.

“Heup……”

Five 5-star knights who had been pouring mana into the Carpe vomited blood.

The pressure that had been constantly pressing down on the Slayer weakened.

Not missing the opportunity, the Slayer continued to shout.

[ὠμός!!]

The more the Carpe shook, the more the power of the Superhuman-level monster, which had been degraded, returned.

Demian threw himself forward and used White Thorn once again, but.

Kaang.

This time, it was blocked by the Slayer’s claws and did not succeed.

The creature, as if it had been waiting, thrust its head forward.

Demian, who had hastily defended, rolled on the ground.

Fred’s body, facing the Slayer, trembled slightly.

‘It has regained its Superhuman power.’

The Carpe had only wavered for a moment, but in the blink of an eye, it had recovered more power than the wounds they had inflicted.

‘The absence of the Fourth Young Master is huge.’

The exhausted knights were no match for holding down the Slayer as it radiated its fighting spirit.

“This crazy monster……”

A Red Knight approached and raised his sword high.

“Dodge!!”

Fred shouted urgently, but.

The body of the knight who had already lost his head was crumbling.

The Slayer licked the bloodstains on its claws as if for show.

“Everyone, stay sharp!!”

Fred’s warning was in vain; with five swings of its claws in the air, the Carpe was completely shattered.

And.

Saaaaa.

Instead of the scattered Carpe, the Slayer’s fighting spirit dominated the area.

Just as the knights were struggling to move their stiffly frozen bodies.

[…….]

The Slayer’s gaze turned to the rear.

There, the knight who was raising a Blue Flame, Killian, stood with his eyes closed in a natural stance.

“Killian!!”

“Fourth Young Master!!”

“Protect him!!”

The 5-star knights hastily blocked the path, but they were unable to stop the Slayer and were repeatedly sent flying.

And just as the Slayer, having finally reached its target, raised its claws.

Kaang!!!

The swung Cheonghwageom deflected the venomous claws.

[…….]

Kuung. Kung.

Unable to withstand the repulsive force, the Slayer’s massive body was pushed back two steps.

“I’ve waited long.”

Hwarururu.

The Blue Flame, released along with the Carpe, blazed at the tip of the sword.

Killian took a step forward.

Eurasia Style.

“Meteor Flash.”

Kagagagagak.

Twenty First Flashes unfolded without any preparatory motion.

The Slayer’s massive body was pushed back an additional ten steps.

Killian’s sword, having closed the distance, was swung horizontally.

Eurasia Style.

“Blue Thorn.”

Seogeok.

The widely swung sword cut across the Slayer’s chest.

Hwaruru.

A Blue Flame bloomed along the cut wound.

[……ὠμός!!]

The knights groaned at the Slayer’s roar.

“Be quiet.”

First Flash.

Meteor Flash.

Ascension and Netherworld.

Blue Thorn.

In the moment the Slayer showed a single opening due to the relentless barrage of sword strikes.

Kwazik!!!

The Cheonghwageom was driven into its chest.

Hwarururu.

The Slayer screamed as the Blue Flame burned the wound.

Killian, unconcerned, concentrated the Blue Flame at the tip of his sword.

“Annihilate.”

Chiiiiiik.

The stench of burning flesh stung his nose, and the sound of tearing muscles defiled his ears.

The Slayer screamed again and raised its claws.

It was a judgment to take its opponent's life in exchange for giving up its own body.

At that, Killian twisted the embedded Cheonghwageom.

[……!!]

It was for a fleeting moment that the Slayer’s crimson eyes and Killian's eyes, scattering blue mana, met.

“Eurasia Style……”

Deudeudeudeu.

The Cheonghwageom vibrated with immense mana channeled through the Mana Heart.

The Slayer’s body, which had not crumbled even under the swords of countless knights.

“Explosive Flash .”

With a deafening roar, it scattered in all directions.