LIGHTNOVELWORLD Chapter 49
Chapter 49
Yan took a deep breath.
He had started this duel because of the information that one of the silent knights had told him.
“Pain? I don’t know much about that.”
The northern knights all said that they didn’t feel much pain even after catching Ascalon.
That meant that there was some difference between Yan and the northern knights.
Yan thought it was either swordsmanship or the northern way of mana manipulation.
‘Beowulf’s mana manipulation is different from the usual ones.’
He didn’t know the exact details, but he had a rough idea of what it was like, having dealt with all kinds of information in his previous life.
It was a method of creating something called ‘Snow Soul’ in the danjeon and amplifying mana.
‘Come to think of it, it’s similar to mana heart in some ways.’
The snow soul of the danjeon and the planet of the mana heart.
It was obvious that there was something to refer to.
Yan shook off his excitement and looked ahead.
“Kid! You have to roll a hundred times on the ground with your armor on!”
“What armor? You have to roll naked in the snow to come to your senses.”
“You know what happens if you lose to that brat, right?”
The frost knights’ reactions showed that he was the youngest.
Yan’s opponent, Miro, climbed onto the ground with his armor on, receiving the enthusiastic cheers of his seniors.
“Can you use mana?”
“What?”
Miro frowned as if his pride was hurt by Yan’s question.
“You’re already rude enough to wield a wooden sword, and you want me to use mana too?”
“Yes.”
Yan answered without hesitation, and Miro’s face turned slightly red.
But he didn’t show any more emotion than that. He just gripped his wooden sword with both hands and took a stance.
“Then I’ll make you use mana.”
With that, Miro stomped on the ground.
Yan watched Miro’s movements and put strength into his front legs. He was ready to jump out at any time.
“Here I come!”
Miro swung his sword lightly and charged at Yan.
Contrary to Yan’s request, he didn’t use mana, but his movements were not to be taken lightly.
Yan swung his sword silently at Miro’s speed, which closed the distance in an instant.
Bang!
The wooden swords collided. Unlike Yan, who still looked relaxed, Miro scowled.
‘He’s very strong.’
His hand holding the wooden sword was tingling.
Miro quickly took a step back and swung his sword up.
Vroom!
The wooden sword flew towards Yan’s head.
Bang!
It was blocked again.
Yan blocked it with a simple motion of lowering his sword.
“Miro, are you losing?”
“Give me your knight badge and get out of here!”
“Oooh. How embarrassing!”
The frost knights behind him teased him, and Miro’s face twisted.
‘I’m being pushed by this brat?’
Miro clenched his wooden sword and began to unleash the representative sword technique of the frost knights.
It was a skill called ‘Cold Wave’, which contained the blizzard of the north in the sword.
If mana was infused, it would have crushed Yan with a strong sword wind and countless afterimages.
Fortunately, mana was not infused, so it was not that bad.
But still, it was the representative sword technique of one of the best knight orders in the empire.
It was not easy at all.
Clang!
But Yan still showed no sign of difficulty as he stepped back and parried Miro’s wooden sword without missing a beat.
Miro stuck to Yan and showered him with sharp sword strikes.
‘Why can’t I find an opening when I’m clearly pushing him back?’
Miro’s frustration started to build up as Yan didn’t show any weakness even after he used the representative sword technique of the Frost Knight Order.
A fight between a sharp spear and a sturdy shield.
A fight of who would tire out first.
As the situation of the two became strange, a silence fell among the Frost Knight Order.
“Who is that guy?”
“Is this… is Miro really going to lose?”
They teased him, but they thought Miro was holding back.
Miro had trained in ‘Cold Wave’ for over ten years without using mana.
That ‘Yan’ guy, who hadn’t even shed his trainee badge, was not a match for him.
Clang!
But Yan only breathed a little harder, and blocked Miro’s attacks faithfully.
Seeing Yan like that, Miro got impatient and his continuous attacks wavered slightly.
That’s when.
Flash!
Yan, who had been focusing only on defense, suddenly thrust his wooden sword between the attacks unfolding in front of him.
Shh.
Yan’s wooden sword touched Miro’s neck.
“I won.”
A silence filled the arena.
They never thought that a mere trainee would beat a Frost Knight.
Even if that Frost Knight was the youngest and weakest one.
Miro, who had lost his senses, snickered.
“I lost. You’re amazing for your age.”
Yan looked at Miro, who admitted his defeat and stepped down, with curious eyes.
‘He admits his defeat so easily even after losing to a much younger opponent. That’s interesting.’
He saw Cruel, who had woken up, twisting his face in the distance.
He must have been satisfied with barely scratching the Silent Knight Commander, but Yan, who had beaten a Frost Knight, must have been unpleasant.
And the other Frost Knights were all frozen with shocked expressions.
‘I showed my skills to make them use mana… but I got too much attention.’
Just then.
A knight who was one rank higher than Miro jumped up to Yan’s opposite side.
“Next is me.”
He looked like he was about the same age as Miro, but the pressure he gave off was different.
A veil-like aura was pressing on him.
‘Just one knight is this strong. No wonder they’re called the Northern Frost.’
“Frost Knight Order 99th Knight, Roran.”
“Nice to meet you, Roran. I’m Yan. I don’t have a surname.”
“Let’s have some fun.”
Yan lifted his sword lightly and took a stance.
Roran, on the other hand, took a proper stance, having witnessed Miro’s defeat.
His wooden sword stretched out in a straight line, as if he was going to stab Yan at any moment.
“I apologize for Miro’s attitude earlier. He didn’t respect you.”
“It’s okay.”
He was talking about Miro not using mana even when he was losing.
Yan accepted the apology lightly and took a breath.
The cold air pierced his lungs.
A very short time passed.
Roran rushed towards Yan at an incredible speed.
“Be careful!”
Roran didn’t spare mana unlike Miro.
Roran’s sword, filled with sword energy, flew at Yan to pierce him.
‘I can’t dodge!’
If it was a life-and-death battle, he would have dodged and fought from a distance, looking for an opportunity.
But now, he was fighting to learn the sword techniques and tactics of the North.
The fastest way to learn was to clash with his body.
‘So I’ll go for close combat as much as possible!’
Clang!
Metallic sparks flew between Yan’s and Roran’s wooden swords.
Yan’s wooden sword also had sword energy on it.
His hair was blown wildly by the fierce wind pressure.
He realized how much power was in Roran’s strike.
“Very good!”
Yan shouted and pushed his sword to shake off Roran.
Then he used mana to enhance his vision.
This time, Yan rushed towards Roran.
As soon as he reached Roran, he lifted his wooden sword.
Roran swung his wooden sword down hard.
Clang!
Yan felt his grip go numb and quickly turned his body around, burrowing into Roran’s chest.
“…!”
Roran’s eyes widened. Yan had burrowed into his chest and put his elbow on his solar plexus.
Did he aim for this?!
Roran hastily put strength in his feet to back away.
Thud!
Yan was one step faster.
Roran, who was hit in the solar plexus, gagged and knelt on one knee.
He looked like he was leaning on Yan’s back.
Yan opened his mouth while pressing his body against Roran.
“Will you continue?”
“Kwak…! Damn it. I lost!”
Roran spat out saliva and took a deep breath before returning to his place.
He didn’t look bad or doubtful of his sword.
He rather looked relieved to know why Miro lost.
‘Interesting.’
The knights Yan knew all valued honor and pride above all.
Usually, when famous knights suffered such a defeat, they would either despair or deny the match without acknowledging the opponent.
Such a candid attitude.
‘No wonder they’re called the North.’
But he still had a lot to learn about Beowulf’s tactics and sword techniques.
‘But there are so many people to fight, I’ll figure it out eventually.’
Yan put his wooden sword on his shoulder as before and taunted the Frost Knight Order.
“Is there no one next? I haven’t even broken a sweat yet.”
“Uhahaha! Look at that guy’s temper.”
“Next is me!”
“Me, deputy commander! Where are you cutting in!”
Despite Yan’s skills, the northern men burned with fighting spirit and tried to jump into the arena.
Yan stuck out his tongue at the sight.
He sweated more at the thought of fighting to learn the tactics and sword techniques of Beowulf’s knights.
The Frost Knight Commander, Gion, who was watching the whole situation, didn’t say anything.
‘A monster has appeared.’
He was astonished by Yan’s sight of defeating the Frost Knights one by one.
The Frost Knights were one of the top five military groups in the empire.
A chick who hadn’t even finished the Dragon Soldier Project was not a match for them.
And.
‘He doesn’t look tired at all. Rather…’
He was smiling brightly.
Of course, his feelings were.
‘Almost 50%! A little more suffering and this will be over!’
He was happy to steal most of what he wanted.
* * *
A wooden structure built on a steep cliff.
Inside, there were people with such bulky physiques that they could be mistaken for monsters. They sat cross-legged.
And at the highest seat, there was a man who was so huge that he could not be compared to the others. He sat with an angry face.
Thump.
“Habur is dead. And the twenty-two tribes also died without any resistance.”
One of the chiefs sitting around said.
“Yes. It’s the work of those black bastards.”
The huge man clenched his fist. Crimson blood dripped from between his fingers.
But the man opened his mouth calmly, without any sign of pain.
“Does the duke have a daughter?”
“Yes, she ran away three years ago and now she has returned as a Beowulf knight. She is currently staying in the castle.”
“What about the duke?”
“There is no news that he has come out of the North Sea yet. Ah, but the white ones that always hovered around him have returned today.”
“Then this is the perfect time to take revenge for the blood.”
“Yes, great chief. There are too many tribes and brothers dying because of them now.”
The man who was called the great chief stood up.
Then an overwhelming pressure crushed the room, and the chiefs sitting around him drooled.
“I wonder what kind of face that damn duke will make when he sees my daughter’s sword.”
The great chief’s expression changed strangely from the one he had just now.
Something had brushed past his head.
The information that ‘the Emperor’s Sword’ was hidden somewhere in their castle.
The Emperor’s Sword.
A legend passed down from the barbarian tribes, that whoever received the choice of that sword would become the king of the world.
The great chief, who had been looking for its whereabouts for a long time, found out that the sword was stuck somewhere in the Beowulf duke’s castle.
If the ‘Emperor’s Sword’ was as the legend said, he would be able to fight even if he faced the Beowulf duke!
Bang!
The great chief broke the door and ran outside.
Below the steep cliff, countless barbarians swarmed like ants.
The great chief shouted loudly.
“Today we will hold a memorial service to comfort our brothers who have fallen weakly!”
The barbarians raised their crude clubs and blades high in the sky and screamed.
“It’s time for revenge for the blood. Brothers! Let’s avenge our dead brothers!”
“Uwooo!”
“Wooo!”
The sound of the great chief and the barbarians echoed over the plain covered with snow.
“Let’s go to Beowulf!
When Yan was in the midst of a confrontation with the Frost Knight Order.
Sixty-one tribes, a total of 30,000 troops, began to march toward Beowulf.
The great chief, with Vila by his side.