The Second Salvation Myth of a Retired Returning Hero

27. Warrior

Rebirth. Possession. time travel. Anything.

It was a rationally absurd story. It was clear that the great warrior Enoch Rougevolnik had died at the hands of the great former Demon King. It was a self-evident fact that no one doubted, and now it has become a part of history.

However, his senses, the leader of the assassination unit under the direct control of the Demon King’s Army, were screaming as if in a seizure. The existence in front of me is Enoch Rouge Volnik.

Reason flinched and denied it, but intuition grabbed him by the collar and shook him. It was confusing.

However, he had the body of a thoroughly trained Assassin. It mechanically moved toward its goal.

It didn’t matter who the opponent was. Just assassinate the target. That was it.

Sup-

Do-yoon and the Minister of Finance. They both inhaled at the same time. It was the first breath.

One second has passed.

Suddenly, the finance minister’s other hand was holding a jet-black dagger, and it was already being swung toward Doyoon’s neck. After all, it was an extremely stealthy attack without even the sound of cutting through the air.

Doyoon ducked his neck and avoided the dagger. However, the dagger whirled around in the middle of the slashing and was grasped in reverse, and it stabbed right into the uvula.

Doyoon turned his head to avoid the attack, but the tip of the sword passed from his chin to his ear, leaving a long cut. And the dagger in the other hand pierces Doyoon’s heart again. At the same time, the dagger that was just dodged above Doyoon’s ear also slashed his head.

The series of attacks that didn’t even give me a chance to breathe continued to speed up. Suddenly, the Finance Minister’s sword had turned into dozens of swords, and they even covered Doyoon’s blind spots and imprisoned him.

It was not an attack that Doyoon could endure. He jumped backwards and twisted his body, avoiding only the weeds that were aiming for vital points.

It was the best evasion maneuver made with the warrior’s sense of battle, but Doyun’s body could not follow it. In the end, the swordsmen who could not avoid all of them hacked Doyoon’s body.

shoulder blades, collarbones, chest, flanks, thighs. A solid red line is drawn all over Doyoon’s body. Bright red blood was scattered in the shady air.

The first breath is over. 4 seconds passed.

‘Can’t win.’

Do-yoon finished his judgment before even setting Bill on the ground.

Doyoon’s eyes and sense of battle caught every attack. But the body did not follow the head.

Compared to Enoch’s heyday, Han Do-yoon’s self-confidence was also weak. The body specs were not very far behind because it was Shin Soo-jong’s body, but there was a marked difference in the amount of mana.

He finished calculating the next number in his head. The moment 10 seconds pass, the neck will fly off.

However, Doyoon’s golden eyes were still very calm. The crisis of death was like a daily routine to him.

I’ve always fought an unwinnable battle, and I’ve always won. That’s why he was called a warrior.

Born as a slash-and-burner, nothing was impossible for him who defeated the demon king.

Doyun quickly grasped the battlefield.

He caught the slight quivering of his opponent’s breathing. It was clearly ’embarrassment’ that could not be hidden even as an assassin’s view point.

It wasn’t hard to guess why.

‘This dagger technique is the secret sword of the assassination unit under the direct control of the demon king’s army.’

In addition, the perfection of technology is also perfect. Only the output fell due to the influence of the Seongseok, but it was a skill worthy of the strongest in the assassination unit.

‘It’s the guy who fought me 100 years ago.’

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Just as Doyoon recognized him, he must have also recognized Enoch. He saw the dead Enoch in Doyoon, and he was confused by that.

can’t win However, since Doyoon lured him to a place where there were few people in the first place, Doyoon also prepared something.

‘One breath.’

Taking advantage of the opponent’s confusion, you only need to take one breath.

It was a fleeting moment. Doyoon finished the calculation and moved his body.

So, Do-yoon and the finance minister took a second breath.

4 seconds passed.

Do-yoon, who was spinning in the air, puts her right foot on the floor to land. The Treasury Secretary didn’t miss it.

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Just before the toe touches the ground, the dagger is swung toward the outstretched ankle.

The jet-black dagger cut through Doyoon’s ankle without making a sound. However, Doyoon landed on the ground intact.

The Treasury Secretary frowned.

It looked as if it had cut through my ankle, but I didn’t feel a slit in my hand. It was Doyoon’s unique and painstaking evasion technique, shown in the tournament match against Thorn.

And at the same time, it was Enoch’s evasion technique from 100 years ago that was in the finance minister’s memory.

The Treasury Secretary’s breath was weakly disturbed.

‘5 seconds.’

The second breath is over. And the third breath began.

Slightly, Doyoon’s breathing became faster.

The finance minister swung a dagger at Doyoon’s side. It was a sharp attack that would split the waist in two at once if it went straight.

but this is bullshit. The truth is a soundless, shapeless swordsman who slit Doyoon’s head.

It was a secret spirit sword, a phantom sword.

However, Doyoon was used to this attack. He rotated his body, deflecting both sword attacks by a single piece of paper.

Then, putting that rotational force on her waist, she pulled out the sword from the scabbard.

The revealing sword body shone brilliantly, wrapped in golden swords. The sword accelerated in its trajectory and disappeared. Only the golden sword stretched like an afterimage, and the sword soon turned into light.

A foot sword containing the secret of local acceleration control. It was a real golden fluorescent sword, different from the one before.

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Just as Do-yoon was familiar with the non-young sword, the finance minister was also familiar with Do-yoon’s technique. He was not taken aback by the ever-changing swordsmanship, and simply ducked to avoid the attack.

However, his eyes trembled as he stared at the golden afterimage.

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Just as the minstrels described it, an accelerated sword loaded with brilliant sword skills. Obviously, it was Enoch’s signature skill that existed in his memory.

The Treasury Secretary’s breathing was disturbed again.

‘8 seconds’

The third breath is over. The fourth breath has begun.

This time, Doyoon took a quick breath.

Doyoon’s iron sword for sparring could not withstand the sword. Even though the sword only cut through the air, it was shattered and scattered in the air the moment it reached the target.

The fragments, still tinged with golden black, became a cluster of sparkling stars in the shady air. It looked like the yellow Milky Way.

The sword of the Finance Minister was swung in the midst of the stars.

The jet-black dagger ate up the light, leaving a black trail as if it were painting darkness in the air.

It was the same serial attack as before. Dozens of sword strikes, even if only visible. In addition, the magic of the Hwansword was mixed in, and the invisible weeds were aiming at Doyoon’s vitals.

can not avoid. Doyoon had already given his turn by swinging his sword, and his wounded body did not move properly.

It was the 10th second attack that would take Doyoon’s life.

In the shining Milky Way, numerous swords were swung in a black half moon. The black moonlight hacked through Doyoon’s body, painting his body red.

The sword that pierced the eyeball took away one of his eyesight. His shoulder was cut deeply and his arm was drooping. His lungs were pierced, his breath filling with blood, and severed fingers fluttered in the air. Doyoon’s body became a rag.

The serial attacks continued uninterrupted. And at the end of that, the finance minister’s left sword was inserted into Doyoon’s side.

10 seconds.

‘It’s over, Rouge Volnik.’

The right hand cut Doyoon’s neck and went in. It was a scheduled 10-second death sentence.

However, Doyoon had already taken over the flow of the fight.

‘Saryangbalcheongeun (四兩撥千斤).’

He was a breath faster than the finance minister.

Kwak-!

Doyoon’s right foot slammed into the ground. The shockwaves spread out in concentric circles and shook the building.

It was the first loud noise in the midst of a silent fight that ate up even the sound.

The ground shook, and the finance minister’s sword missed. The tip of the sword barely passed Doyoon’s uvula and cut through the air.

And at that shock wave, the tiger’s nose hair twitched.

The Finance Minister swung the sword that had gone off the rails in reverse and stabbed Do-yoon in the neck.

but he

‘ah.’

I felt it in that moment.

‘escape.’

Without swinging the sword, I should have left the body right away. There was no more chance to kill Roosevolnik.

one breath. One breath was not enough to kill him.

I looked down. Roosevolnik grinned, clutching his hand at his side.

to not fall backwards.

and.

‘danger…’

Kwaaaang!!

With the bloody sound of a storm raging, the walls of the building collapsed like an explosion.

Doyoon saw a thick hurricane passing by. A whirlwind of sharp winds stretched horizontally and swept the Treasury Secretary and the ground he stood on.

And a long ivory-colored spear that appears in the center. It had the trick of turning around while ripping through the air.

It was an incredibly powerful stab.

Patter…

“…”

The Treasury Secretary’s new model was pushed a long way, collapsing the outer wall on the other side, and lodged in the rubble.

Between the perforated wall of the building and the Minister of Finance, a circular tunnel of air lingered like a reverberation, as if the area where the bullet had passed was greatly enlarged.

“Tsk…”

Amid the rising dust, someone with an ivory long spear strode out.

“What kind of fuss is this?”

He brushed his bangs with the palm of his hand and muttered as if he was in trouble.

The skin on his face, thick like that of a tiger, twitched.

“You are late.”

The one who inherited the title of Războinic, called the white tiger of Billen.

“noisy.”

It was the hero, Heineken.