Survival Story Of A Sword King In A Fantasy World

Rufus, one of Latna's four payment stations.

It was a mountain range, but not a mountain range at the same time.

There are myriad towers hundreds of meters high where the mountains should be.

There is a pyramid, a zillat, a cylindrical and conical shape, as well as a large tower with a mushroom-like underside and a large top.

It was a huge mountain range of all kinds of towers, so it was called Tower Mountain.

Among the innumerable towering dungeons that make up Rufus' deepest, forbidden barrier, a man slowly draws his sword from outside the worst of the Astarios Dungeon.

“I did it once, but I'm still bored. ”

With grumbling, Garhan lifts up his drawn sword and aims for the air.

Dozens of monsters besiege him and groan instinctively.

“K e e e. ”

???

They were dragons who seemed to have mixed dragons with humans.

The mass is about two meters, not so big as a human.

However, the energy from their bodies proved that they could never be judged by size alone.

Garhan's guidelines reveal their identity.

Race: Elder Dracal. 1V. 126j The hereditary dragons, not Ratna.

Dozens of cannabis above level 120 are gathered to live.

“Humans……

“Cursed man.

“Only death will cleanse you! ”

Nevertheless, Garhan was not at all nervous.

“They're still talking nonsense. Anyway, the monsters in the dungeon. ”

The wings of blue lightning bloom behind his back.

Magnum: The power of the brain.

Lightning dances. The entire dungeon sparks and an earthquake occurs.

Urgh!

The Elder Dragals grind their teeth and blow their bodies.

“Khhhh!”

Blade Aurora was also chained from all sides.

A beam of devastating light reaches level 120 and spills.

Then, the storm of lightning exploded.

Khh! Khh!

“If you look at the level, it will be more than 120...

The Dark Vortex blooms around Garhan, continuing to expand the realm.

Through the vortex, the wings of lightning penetrate and become dozens of spears.

A lightning window and a blade auror are engaged as they hit the elongation bar.

Dig job!

“Power is when you give and when you subtract. ”

Obviously, the destructive force itself makes no difference, but it was the Elder Dracal who fell out every time he struck strangely.

“All you have to do is swing it with the power, and you hit it next door and it's over. ”

Every time the lightning strikes, their scales splinter and vomit blood and screams.

“Argh!”

“Argh!”

Garhan continued to swing the longsword into the air, coordinating the end of the lightning.

The movement of the small wrist became a hurricane at the end.

Lightning struck and struck again over a vast range of stretches, reaching over a hundred metres.

Every time the lightning strikes, the Elder Drag Knives melt black and fall out.

Khh! Khh!

I was moving my opponent back and forth.

Garhan raises his head.

‘By the way, the girl named Epir is a specialist in the cerebral system, right? ’

It is no coincidence that he and epi were given similar titles as brains and brains.

The most efficient and powerful of the original Magical Attribute attack is the Lightning Strike.

Even though the difficulty is not usually that high, only the geniuses with the true sky can set up their own strikeout system.

‘Thinking about it, he's a little strange. ’

Pellard, the Swordsman, is too young for his level.

‘There might be something. ’

I screamed a lot while I thought about it for a second.

Garhan raises his head.

One day, the Elder Dragals collapsed and spread everywhere.

They seem to be completely burned, but their breath is still in their mouths.

“It's almost over here...

Looking back, he said to himself,

“Is Genovia here yet? ”

Inside the expansive tower, a woman slowly walks through the centre of the hall where the tin stands countless times.

A beautician with chocolate skin on blonde wavy jeans stretched to the waist.

Even the ruby robes and rich clothing that proved to be the head of the sinkers could not cover her waist and full breasts.

She cried out, the ice and the beasts of fire besieging Genovia.

These guys don't roar as negatively as a common beast. Replace it with a horrible heat and cold.

Khh! Khh!

The cold and heat were mixed to create a storm.

Genovia, caught in the storm, sweeps her hair lightly.

Even under the pressure of the wind that would pull out even the beautiful logs, she did not shake a single hair.

I'm just staring at dozens of monsters full of indifferent eyes.

Race: Ghost Magnacid. lv.

121j

Race: Spirit FreeRallm. lv.

124j

“Levels are appropriate. ”

Zenovia raises her right hand while muttering. Then I lightly drew it to the side.

The movement was simple, but the flow of Mana contained in it was complex and unpaired.

Mana reconstructs the laws of the world and overwhelms the monsters of ice and fire.

“From left to right. ”

The Ice Beast snatched away the ’Cold' with a great sound.

“Right to left. ”

The Fire Beast was taken away with the heat.

Kukukukung!

The cold swallows the beast of fire, and the heat overflows the beast of ice.

The ice burned and the fire froze.

The beasts flee in agony. Their screams echo with the wind.

Khh! Khh!

All that's left is the ashes of burning ice, the greetings of frozen fire.

“This is the end of the repression. ”

Genovia kept moving.

Again, the monsters in the dungeon blocked her.

Dozens of giant monsters over five metres long, with the head of a manehanded lion, the trunk of a tiger, the wings of a shell, and the horns of a bison.

There were also dozens of monsters in a tree that moved in the image of a giant.

? Species: Elder Manticor. lv.

128j

Race: Altion Triad.

lv. 123j

This is the ultimate place to be in the TowerMountain Rufus.

They were nightmares that would cause thousands of damage if only one of them spilled out of the dungeon.

“Khhhh!”

Elder Manticore flew in unison.

The sound of the wings filling the interior of the tower resounded chaotically.

“Guuuuuu!”

Altion Triad also moved.

Every step of the way, the tree roots like tentacles pierced through the earth like a spear.

“I remember the old days. I've done it here on purpose to catch them. ”

With a smile, Genovia moves her left hand this time.

Already, her magic touched the law with will and will alone.

Even the power of the Spirit set by the world has been transcended, and the miracle of Mana itself has come down here.

“From top to bottom. ”

The flying Elder Manticore fell in unison.

It breaks its wings, splits its its bones and exudes blood.

“From the bottom up. ”

The rooted tree monsters were pulled out of the ground.

It floats in the air, trapped in an invisible air stream, peels, breaks branches and releases fluids.

Zenovia, who took care of dozens of monsters in an instant, smiled.

“Even at the same senior level, monsters are easy to deal with. ”

Knowing how to counteract can only defeat weaknesses.

It is much simpler than a wise man.

Of course, it's when the level gap is that great.

“Anyway, I took care of it completely...

Looking back, she raised her voice.

“Come, Manachiras! ”

A naked black-footed woman appeared outside the tower.

“Great Queen Mado...

With a face that reveals the Nazis and doesn't feel ashamed at all, he stretches out his arms.

“I receive your grace! ”

A dazzling light emerged from the beauty. And there came a giant black dragon over 30 meters.

The dragon opens its mouth and breathes the breeze.

Kwakwakwakwakwakwakwak!

A black airflow struck the imprisoned Elder Manticore herd and the empty Altion Triad herd at once.

The monsters, barely breathing together, began to dedicate their vast periods to ManaKiras.

“Ouch! The power! Increases power!”

The black dragon trembled as he struggled with pleasure.

Genovia fingered him with her face, saying he's a gangster.

“Not yet. Follow me. I would have stacked them up. ”

“Yes, my queen. ”

ManaKiras takes a heavy step.

Arriving on the other side of the tower, Garhan releases the breeze once again to the Elder Dracal hordes.

Again, their periods have been absorbed by the Black Dragon.

Garhan frowned as he watched.

“Is that all you still have? ”

Race: Dragon. Black Dragon. LV. 133J Genovia shrugs.

“The level was lower than the original Nacterion. That much more to feed. ”

Ancient Dragon of the Black Dragon, Manachiras.

The reason she was chosen was not because of her strength.

In fact, Manachiras was a medium-level dinosaur in the Upper Draconium.

However, the current strength is of no great significance at the time of levelling off the regular cycle.

She has a peculiar 'specialty’ that no other dinosaur has.

It was chosen by the high mountain Garhan.

For ManaKiras himself, of course, it's just a curse.

A group of human beings outside the hall are looking at the black dragon and filling their tongues.

“How could ManaKiras turn out like that...

“I can't, isn't that what Nacterion used to be? ”

“It's a good thing we're not like that. ”

Originally, ManaKiras was strongly repulsive towards the three strongest. Even though I was forced to obey because of the ban, I was somehow trying to escape.

But now he is dominated by Draco Imperium Staff to the soul.

I became a faithful puppet, devoted to blind loyalty by my will.

The funny thing is that the reason she was chosen was because of the 'special' that she was secretly building and developing.

“I can't believe I grew my strength to get out of this...

“The world is so unknown. ”

The Navy has lost communication with Garhan towards the Ancients.

“What are you doing? Come on, drive the monsters! ”

“Oh, I see! ”

The dinosaurs flew back to their original form.

No matter how filthy and lethal, his life is mortgaged, so now he is forced to obey him faithfully.

It was only after a few more routines that the day was over.

Because of the famine, ManaKiras was halfway lost, and the rest of the dinosaurs were fatigued.

Garhan asked Genovia after resting the Ancients.

“How long will it take? ”

The objective was to ask for time to raise ManaKiras to level 140.

They're both level 150, so you can't raise them to level 140 or higher.

In the case of the Nacterion, when you reach level 140, you have a new magic and an enlightenment, and you run to 145, but even the manakyras can't expect that kind of luck.

Genovia confronted Nazi.

“It'll be over in three days. But it must be hard to handle that Baltara warrior. ”

Pellard Bin, the successor of Baotolt and the new Sword King, must step up to deal with him.

And it was after it was decided who would say it.

I looked back at Genovia Garhan with an impression.

“Are you going to be okay, Garhan? I don't think he can be stronger than you...

The opponent is a disciple of Baotolt, and has won Tuhonbaltaran, one of his two feasts.

“Maybe..... you even cooked that damn sword, right? ”