Swordmaster’s Youngest Son

Chapter 800

**Chomp, Slurp-!**

The beastmen dragged by Rakiman’s palm shrink so much that their forms become unrecognizable in an instant.

Clenching his fist, the beastmen crumple like smashed apples, and blood oozes from Rakiman’s massive fingers.

As if they were drinking the essence of a healing medicine.

Rakiman raised his hand and consumed the heavy drops of blood dripping like medicine.

As his throat swallows slowly, the Kinzelos can’t even consider launching an attack.

‘What kind of guy is that...?’

The expression of Badray, who had been cheerful all along, hardened in an instant.

The pinnacles of the surface battle races tremble in fear.

A conviction to flee.

The beastmen’s instinct told them that Rakiman Hog was a predator they absolutely had to avoid, not an enemy they could fight and win against.

It wasn’t a matter of disparity in strength.

The current Rakiman couldn’t even utilize a third of his inherent power since awakening from his seal.

Berakt and Badray also realized he wasn’t in a normal state, and they knew that fighting properly at this time would yield greater chances of success.

However, they couldn’t easily overcome their fear.

“Since last time, I’ve noticed that the taste of blood isn’t very pleasant. Maybe it’s the limitation of being a half-breed.”

**Chomp!**

Another group of beastmen is absorbed by Rakiman’s hand. Upon closer inspection, a red lightning extending is pulling and crushing the beastmen.

Without any obstacle, Rakiman takes another sip of the concentrated blood.

The remains of the beastmen turn into black dust as they are oxidized by the lightning and disperse.

“I told everyone to run!”

But the beastmen were no different from flies caught in a spider’s web.

They couldn’t move a finger, and they couldn’t hear Berakt’s voice.

‘We shouldn’t have activated the signal flare...!’

The patrol teams must have gathered due to the signal flare activated by the Red Legend Tribe.

However, it was unlikely that the entire main base of the organization would mobilize.

If that had happened, they could have abandoned the base and issued orders for everyone to evacuate to headquarters.

“Stop, monster!”

Badray said, thrusting his great sword into the necks of the fallen Red Legend Tribe members.

“You just mentioned that they were compatriots, right? Seems like you care about your own kind too. If you move one more time, these bastards will say goodbye to their heads forever...!”

Of course, Rakiman didn’t stop his meal despite Badray’s desperate threat.

Another group of beastmen lost their lives under Rakiman’s outstretched hand.

Rakiman never belittled the lives of the Red Legend Tribe members.

His love for his compatriots was greater than anyone else’s, but he believed that if they died, he could simply retrieve their corpses and grant them the honor of becoming an immortal warrior.

“You half-breeds may not know about our Red Legend Tribe, which is why you’re making those threats.”

“I don’t want to know. Can’t you think of it as a negotiation instead of a threat? Just like you mentioned at the beginning, simply return with them silently. Let’s not exhaust ourselves. Your body doesn’t seem to be in good shape either.”

“It’s admirable that you gather courage despite your fear. I’ll give you one last chance to choose. Will the two of you become subordinates of the Red Legend Tribe, or will you engage in a futile resistance?”

“What will you do if we become subordinates?”

“I will keep them alive and use them for good.”

“And the rest?”

“They will become food for me and my compatriots.”

**Swoosh-!**

Finally overcoming his fear, Badray lunged at Rakiman and swung his great sword.

But he couldn’t penetrate the protective shield formed by Rakiman’s lightning energy.

He hadn’t fully regained his composure as a 10-star warrior.

Badray’s blow carried hesitation like those consumed by fear.

“Badray, take the inferiors and flee. I’ll buy you as much time as possible.”

While the newly arrived reinforcements kept looking at Rakiman, they remained frozen like statues.

Although the demons were in a slightly better state, even they felt fear seeing the terrified beastmen and the demoralized great warrior.

“This is how it’s going to be? Damn it. What the hell is happening now?”

**Boom...!**

Suddenly, a distant explosion was heard.

When Badray and Berakt turned their heads urgently to check the direction, a red lightning was falling from the sky.

It was towards the direction of the main base.

Other infiltrated Red Legend Tribe members who had been waiting began to move.

At the same time, a square window appeared on Rakiman’s bracelet, revealing the face of another Red Legend Tribe member.

{Great King of Battle, compatriot Rakiman, we have successfully subdued everyone in the building. Although there are many who fled, compatriot Ozen is tracking them down to eliminate them.}

It was Andolin.

The time it took Andolin’s infiltration team, including herself, to occupy the main base was 15 seconds.

With Berakt and Badray present, the occupation of the base practically ended the moment the Red Legend Tribe appeared.

The inferiors and beastmen at the assault team leader level couldn’t resist the aura of the ordinary Red Legend Tribe warrior.

But with the second-class Kings of Battle having regained their strength, resistance became a futile effort.

“Compatriot Ozen’s strength has almost completely returned, so there shouldn’t be any problems. Is there any other notable information?”

{...There are experimental specimens resembling the members of the Blue Legend Tribe in the basement facilities. They seem to be failed living golems imitating the Blue Legend Tribe. Fortunately, I and my compatriots were able to confirm that the basement wasn’t completely destroyed by the projectiles we fired.}

“I see, it’s an interesting time in many ways, the current surface world. Understood, I’ll go there soon. You don’t have to leave me any, so you guys can fill your Light Heart.”

{Red Legend Tribe!}

Andolin placed his hand on his chest and saluted with proper decorum, and the window that appeared on the bracelet disappeared.

‘The main base is already taken care of...?’

‘It can’t be easily defeated no matter how much they try. How many of these bastards are there?’

Berakt and Badray, who were listening to the conversation, had to gather their courage once again.

“Damn son of a bitch! You said that if we released your compatriots, you would leave silently. But you’ve already prepared to attack us, haven’t you?”

“The Red Legend Tribe doesn’t lie. It’s just that you pathetic ones couldn’t recognize the most valuable opportunity than gold.”

“Enough with the nonsense! You’re having fun, aren’t you? Huh? Watch your back because today won’t end with only laughter for you either. No matter who’s behind you, we’ll find out and exterminate them. It’s all-out war from now on, bastards!”

In response to those words, Rakiman let out a low laugh that sounded like boiling iron.

“Badray, the miserable half-breed, and Berakt, the white skin. It was reported that you two were among the strongest in the current era, but I’m very disappointed. Is the human called Jin Runcandel at your level?”

“Why are you suddenly asking about the young patriarch of Runcandel?”

“If you don’t know, at least tell me about Orgal, your leader. Where is he? It is said that he is the leader of one of the four main forces of the current era, so I’m curious to have a conversation with him.”

“If you wanted a conversation, you should have asked before committing such a massacre. As Badray said, what remains between you and our Kinzelo is only all-out war.”

“Once again, rejecting precious mercy… That’s why you can only be mere half-breeds.”

The red aura glowed in Rakiman’s pupils like blood vessels.

Seeing that, Berakt and Badray felt an even greater surge of overwhelming terror, and the nearby beastmen collapsed to the ground, helpless.

The red aura formed giant swords in both of Rakiman’s hands.

Every time the two red blades vibrated, the surrounding air distorted due to the lightning.

“Come, you half-breeds. The power I currently possess isn’t necessarily greater than yours, but let me personally awaken in you the true nature of the most powerful race among all mortals in this world.”

“Kaahhhh!”

“Die, die, die!”

Berakt and Badray’s battle cries were like incantations cast upon themselves.

It was because they couldn’t fight unless they embraced their evil with force.

The two are the only ones among the Kinzelos who could face the Great King of Battle of the Red Legend Tribe and maintain their sanity.

The battle was completely one-sided from the beginning.

Rakiman wielded his sword lightly and gracefully, as if he was enjoying a game, while Berakt and Badray fought with all their might, facing death at every moment.

However, Berakt and Badray couldn’t even unleash half of their original strength.

As Rakiman had mentioned, there was an insurmountable barrier and disparity between predators and prey.

Therefore, in a matter of minutes.

Berakt and Badray had no choice but to decide to retreat.

It was shameful, but they had to survive, inform headquarters of this fact, and prepare for another battle.

Rakiman clearly saw their true intentions.

The desperate desire to flee, the overwhelming fear that couldn’t be resisted despite possessing greater power, the sudden humiliation of becoming weaker than an ordinary warrior in a single moment.

He felt the joy of the hunt, reading all those emotions.

Soon, the two beastmen, representing the surface battle races, turned around and began to run in panic.

Ultimately, their survival instinct crushed the last remnants of their pride.

Berakt and Badray, especially Berakt, had never experienced such humiliation before.

Rakiman couldn’t pursue the fleeing duo.

His physical abilities were still inferior to theirs.

Besides, he had no intention of capturing them.

They would be even better prey when they were more mature.

Instead, Rakiman gathered his strength and unleashed a slash behind them.

It was to obtain high-quality blood that needed to be consumed immediately.

**Swish!**

That slash severed Badray’s left arm.

Even when his arm was cut off, Badray didn’t look back and kept running.

Afterwards, Rakiman didn’t chase them as they quickly disappeared from his sight.

He walked leisurely, as if taking a stroll, only to collect the fallen arm and the blood it contained.

“As expected, excellent food. I should share half with compatriot Shemat.”

After collecting Badray’s severed arm, Rakiman looked towards a distant rock.

He had been aware of that rock since before.

More precisely, he was aware of the human hiding behind it.

“Yona Runcandel. If my speculation is correct, you are probably Jin Runcandel’s sister. I heard there are only two humans who can hide so well in the current era: you and the Nameless King. Now, you will let your brother know what you’ve observed so far.”

Yona.

As Rakiman said, she had been observing the situation since before.

Recently, she had been hiding in the beastmen’s territory at Jin’s request.

“So, go back and tell your brother. If you kill Ameris now and betray the Blue Legend Tribe, I will allow you to become a compatriot of the Red Legend Tribe.”