Solo Leveling: Ragnarok

Chapter 43

Chapter 43

Ding!

[Learned skill: Wind of the Prairie]

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As if his wings were spread wide, Suho soared through the hunters, leaving behind a trail that was followed by a gust of wind that propelled his movements.

[Temporary increase in movement speed by 30%]

[Temporary increase in attack speed by 30%]

Swish, swish, swish, ack!

“Ah!”

Blood splattered in the gust of wind.

Screams erupted from various places.

[The Beast King, Lord Fangtooth, reveals himself and roars]

A battle of 50 against 1?

Outnumbered?

What does that matter?

When darkness is on our side.

“Ber!”

“Yes, sir!”

Responding immediately to Suho’s call, Ber leapt into the air. With his short but sturdy claws, he effortlessly sliced through the fireballs hovering in the air like balloons.

Poof! Boom!

The fireballs exploded, plunging the area into darkness again.

“Damn it! Light it up again!”

The hunters clenched their teeth and generated fireballs again, but each time, Ber’s claws extinguished the flames without fail.

Fwoosh! Boom!

The vision kept flickering incessantly, and screams erupted from various places.

“Ah! My leg…!”

“It’s here!”

“Gah…!”

With each flicker of the light, Suho’s position changed rapidly.

New casualties inevitably emerged from those areas.

And when healers rushed in to rescue them.

Splurt!

A black spider web fell from above and snatched the healer’s body.

“Watch out for the spiders…!”

And Arachne’s giant pincer slammed mercilessly towards Hunter, who was in that spot.

Kuwang!

“Ugh…!”

Blood spewed from his mouth.

A gruesome death.

It felt like a scene from a horror movie.

[Twelve.]

In the air, Ber’s tendrils flicked incessantly, counting the enemies he dispatched.

Numerical disadvantage?

What does it matter?

After all, everyone dies.

“Ugh!”

[Thirteen.]

No matter how strong you are, you die when your heart is pierced.

“Snap!”

[Fourteen.]

Even if your throat is cut, you die.

And if your defense skills are strong, just kill the others first.

Use your attack skills to counterattack, stab them in the back.

“Run, run!”

“We need to get out of here…!”

[Fifteen.]

This place was already the hunting ground of the guardians.

A suffocating fear seemed to be eating away at the minds of the members of the Reaper Guild.

[The King of Beasts, Lord Fang, is proud of the priest’s dignity.]

[The King of Beasts, Lord Fang, advises to manage mana carefully as the ‘Divine Power’ state consumes mana continuously.]

“….”

The only thing the Guild Hunters could do was cover the eyes and ears of the kindergarten student they were holding tightly.

“What the hell….”

The ruthless appearance of the guardians, slaughtering their enemies without hesitation, felt so alien to the Guild Hunters.

Although it was common for hunters to be familiar with blood. After all, their job was essentially killing living beings.

They were called hunters, but in fact, they were no different from commoners.

But still…

They were still humans, weren’t they?

“To have no hesitation in killing people…”

“Who exactly is he…”

“No. It’s probably because of the Beastification Skill.”

Team leader Han Jae-hyuk, who was listening to the murmurs of his subordinates, spoke with conviction.

“Yes? Because of the Beast Transformation skill?”

“That’s right. The Beast Transformation skill is an incredible skill that greatly enhances physical abilities, but at the same time amplifies the animalistic instincts to the point where it’s difficult to maintain rationality like usual. That’s why incidents caused by Beast Transformation hunters often occur.”

“I see.”

The association hunters finally nodded their heads in understanding.

[No, you idiots.]

Bergha, who had been eavesdropping on their conversation from afar, chuckled to himself.

[Our lord has always been accustomed to death, even since he was a newborn baby. From the very beginning.]

Death, the primal fear that all living beings possess.

However, to the guardian who has been able to freely travel between the world of death since he was a newborn, death was simply a natural phenomenon that was always by his side.

Even the caretakers who raised the guardian as a newborn baby were not soldiers of death.

Above all, the guardian himself had experienced death countless times.

It was a test that Father Seong Jin-woo repeatedly subjected the guardian to, in order to control the power of the Shadow Monarch properly and be able to use his power according to the situation.

The guardian had repeatedly experienced death in his dreams, and as a result, he had overcome his fear of death and reached a state where he could handle it as a means, not just as something to be feared.

[Just like our lord, as you say.]

Bergha murmured with a satisfied smile on his lips.

***

“What the hell is this!”

B-class hunter Kwak Du-yeong, who arrived at the research facility belatedly, couldn’t believe his eyes at the carnage unfolding inside the building.

“Does this make any sense?”

There was only one intruder.

The magical power emanating from the intruder was at best C-class or B-class level.

And it wasn’t like the skills were particularly impressive either.

An acceleration skill that made movement faster?

Well, the tanks could tank while the dealers focused on shooting, right?

A summoned giant spider?

Although it was somewhat unusual, it was only a C-class monster at best.

It would be a stable raid for the attack squad of the Deity Guild.

But why? Why on earth?

“How is it possible that so many people are struggling against just one guy!”

Kwak Du-yeong finally joined the battle.

“Giant’s Armor!”

Kuwaahh!

With a leap, his body was wrapped in a magical armor.

Kuwoong!

In an instant, Kwak Du-young’s size and weight doubled.

Kwak Du-young, a tank of the 1st division of the Reaper Guild.

His B-rank status was only possible because of his skill to materialize his body into a giant form.

A giant figure over 3 meters tall, clad in the armor of Ohr.

The overwhelming power that comes from his massive size.

And now, combined with another skill.

No one could doubt that Kwak Du-young was a tank of the Reaper Guild’s 1st division.

“Everyone, step aside, you maggots! Charge!”

The skill Charge.

The technique of the charging captain who wraps his whole body in Ohr and charges forward like a cannonball was activated.

Kwak Du-young’s massive body charged forward like a rhinoceros, disregarding the subordinates blocking his path.

Any sacrifices were of no concern.

“My target is!”

His reckless charge was easily evaded by Suho.

But Suho was not his target to begin with.

It was the prison behind Suho!

Thunk!

“I got you!”

“…!”

Finally, the huge hand grabbed onto the iron bars of the prison, and Kwak Du-young grinned meaningfully, as if telling Suho to listen.

“You! Stop right there! Before I crush these hostages along with the prison!”

Creak!

At his words, the iron bars of the prison began to bend like twigs.

“Gasp! Everyone, gather around me!”

Team leader Han Jae-hyuk, who was inside the prison with the hostages, panicked and unleashed his full strength to resist.

Seeing his efforts, Kwak Du-young scoffed and laughed.

“Hah, you’re trying to withstand my strength? Just a measly C-rank tank!”

Creak!

The clash of strength against strength.

As Han Jae-hyuk struggled to withstand his power, his eyes glowed with bloodlust.

The gap between C-class tanks and B-class tanks was clear.

Although he was somehow managing to hold on, Han Jae-hyuk’s team leader’s knees were trembling as if they could buckle at any moment.

But Suho, on the other hand…

“What are the two of you doing without me?”

He had an expression of disbelief.

This is how tanks are.

The higher their defense, the more they overestimate their own defense.

Moreover, Kwak Du-young’s height and size had doubled, so his arrogance was beyond description.

Whoosh!

Suddenly, a prairie wind blew towards Kwak Du-young.

Thump!

“…Ack!”

What just happened?!

Kwak Du-young was startled to the point of losing his words.

Someone had suddenly grabbed his hair and pulled his head down.

There, on his shoulder, Suho was grinning.

“Are you the only one who can grow? I can tidy up with just one punch too.”

With his left hand gripping Kwak Du-young’s hair, Suho’s right hand clenched into a fist, exuding a dark aura.

[Using skill: Strong Strike.]

“Take this.”

Suho swung his massive fist downward, vertically striking Kwak Du-young’s head.

Crack!

“Kuh…!”

With a tremendous roar, the giant spewed blood from his mouth and crumpled forward.

But complacency was forbidden.

Suho had no intention of underestimating the defense of a B-class tank with just one punch.

Swoosh!

Immediately, two pairs of twin swords appeared in Suho’s hands.

Suho mercilessly swung the swords towards Kwak Du-young’s defenseless back that was lying flat on the ground.

[Using skill: Storm Slash.]

Clang clang clang!

“…!”

That was the finishing blow.

The light vanished from Kwak Du-young’s eyes, and his swollen body began to shrink.

Then…

Clang, clang, clang!

Finally, all the weapons dropped from the hands of the remaining villains in the building.

The guild members of the messenger guild raised their hands in surrender, their faces pale with defeat, as if even their will to resist had disappeared.

“Hah, surrender…”

[Tsk, now?]

As a veteran, Ber knew better than anyone the dangers that followed when showing mercy to these kind of people.

Shing! Shing! Shing! Shing!

Ber’s nails sliced through their Achilles tendons as he passed by.

“Ack!”

“Argh!”

“Why did you… surrender?!”

[True surrender is death.]

Ber chuckled wickedly, mocking the writhing bodies on the floor as he gripped their ankles.

[Or, thoroughly disabling them so they can never be deployed again.]

Ber grinned maliciously as he approached them again, casting a meager ‘heal’ on them.