Wandering Mercenary in an Open World

Chapter 69

As soon as the man finished speaking, a round lump of iron with thorns flew viciously towards Ruon’s face. He quickly turned his head to avoid it and bent his upper body as he felt a burning sensation on the back of his head.

Whoosh-

Ignoring the eerie sound of the iron ball whizzing over his head, Ruon reached up without looking. He clenched the chain with his back of his hand, and thick veins bulged on it.

“Let go!”

Despite the merchant’s warning, the fool who was holding the handle of the hammer tightly was dragged forward by the tremendous force and fell as if he was collapsing. The thing that greeted him as he made a belated expression of regret was a huge fist.

With a sound of a watermelon bursting, the headless corpse twisted and fell to the floor.

Silence swept over the crowd for a moment. The men in the inn were those who had fought and bled for a long time… or maybe their whole lives, but none of them had ever seen someone smash a person’s head like a fruit with a bare fist.

But they quickly relaxed their stiff bodies and drew their weapons. It was a flexible response that was possible because they had a lot of combat experience.

The problem was that Ruon’s speed of drawing his sword was much faster than theirs.

Just as he grabbed the hatchet from his waist, the man’s chest was deeply pierced by the red blade.

“Ugh!”

Ruon, who had plunged into the man’s bosom as he spat out blood, pushed his body hard with his shoulder. The guy who flew away, spraying blood, collided with some of his comrades and slumped to the floor without any strength.

Then Ruon spun his body and swung his arm without delay. As the red afterimage scratched the air, the arms and necks of the two men who were running behind him fell almost at the same time.

At that moment, a clunking sound of loading was heard, and then an arrow flew at an incredible speed from behind the collapsing corpse. It was a brilliant surprise attack that aimed at the moment when the opponent swung his sword.

Ruon, who was pierced in the head by the arrow, staggered back and retreated. The crossbowman who shot the arrow shouted in triumph.

“Idiot! You were so cocky, but you died well-”

He fell back with a thud, without even realizing that he was mistaken. In the forehead of the man who was still smiling, the arrow he shot was deeply embedded.

Not only did he catch the arrow that came from the air, but he also returned it to the opponent with pure arm strength. Someone screamed at the mysterious feat of strength.

“Shit, shit! This is not right!”

“What the hell is this!”

By then, even the men who had been through all kinds of battles realized that something was terribly wrong and began to retreat slowly.

“Die! You bastard!”

There were also some crazy ones who rushed in with a sense of rivalry, but they all spilled hot blood and fell on the cold floor in an instant.

Entering Ruon’s range was no different from an ant throwing itself into a hell of fire. When they realized that, it was already too late. The few survivors retreated far away and looked at each other’s faces with bewildered expressions.

Then, the merchant who had been quietly watching the fight licked his lips.

“I thought your strength was exaggerated in the guild… but it was the opposite. It was a gross underestimate. How could that be possible?”

Ruon chuckled and replied.

“I leveled up about seven times since I killed your colleagues last time.”

“Level up?”

As if he didn’t understand what he was saying, the merchant frowned. Then, one of the surviving men grabbed his collar.

“You son of a bitch, you lied! You said it was reliable information!”

Weren’t they comrades?

Ruon watched them quietly as they split up. He had something to see, so he stopped attacking for a while. Anyway, he had no intention of sparing the enemies in the inn.

The merchant said coldly.

“So, was I wrong?”

“Are you kidding me? You didn’t say anything about that monster being by your side! Do you know how many of our guys died because of him!”

The man shouted loudly, spitting on his face. The merchant sighed lightly and wiped his face with the back of his hand. He said.

“Stupid brat.”

“What?”

At that moment, the man’s neck was cut off.

The merchant kicked the corpse with his foot and buttoned up his wrinkled clothes. He muttered lowly.

“Those stupid bastards who killed and played with whatever they saw, without knowing anything… I thought I’d borrow a hand, but I changed my mind.”

He swung his arm at a tremendous speed. Then, the necks of the men on both sides of him were cut long and blood spouted out.

“Eek!”

The last man who ran away in fright was slashed in the back by the merchant from afar. The merchant turned his head slowly.

“That’s why I hate dealing with human hunters. It’s shameful to have taken the same request as those guys.”

Ruon, who was staring at him blankly, said.

“You have something interesting.”

“Oh, this? Isn’t it neat?”

Sharp blades slid down from the merchant’s loose sleeve. The blades, which had no handles and were stuck together, looked like shark teeth.

The surprising thing was that the blades that came out of the sleeve did not fall to the floor, but floated in the air. But Ruon, with his superhuman eyesight, could see that the blades were hanging on thin silver threads.

There are all kinds of weapons.

As he was thinking that, the merchant spoke in a smooth voice.

“My name is Biamo. I’m a certified servant of death, and one of the thirty of the waning moon.”

The merchant, Biamo, who had finished his introduction, swung his arm violently. Following his trajectory, dozens of blades flew like whips.

Ruon immediately raised his sword. The blood-red blade of Ruin clashed with the crescent-shaped blades, sparking in the air.

Ruon, who tried to cut off the silver thread with one stroke, felt that the resistance was not as easy as he thought.

That was when.

Woo-woo-woong-

The silver thread vibrated, and the blades hanging on it began to rotate slowly. In an instant, dozens of blades turned into a silver disc and swept over Ruon’s upper body.

He swiftly swung his sword and blocked all the attacks, but he stepped back and a long red line appeared on his cheek.

Whirring, he looked at the blade that was sucked into his sleeve and wiped his stinging cheek with the back of his hand.

“Is it a magic-imbued item?”

Biamo answered with a faint smile.

“That’s right. It’s a proud item with various magics engraved on it. Of course, I don’t know the principle behind it. I just use it.”

He casually lowered his other arm as well. From there, too, blades poured out without fail.

“Since I got this thing, you’re the first one who didn’t lose a limb on the first attack. You only got a scratch on your cheek… Amazing.”

Biamo, who expressed pure admiration, swung his arms in succession without hesitation. At the same time, Ruon slammed the floor.

Woo-woo-woong-

The silver thread vibrated again. The fiercely rotating blades slashed the air to tear apart his opponent’s body. And this time, the number of blades was doubled.

Ruon drew a curve and swung his sword hard at the falling silver disc. Following his trajectory, bright red sparks flew one after another.

The Ruin, which was swung with a fearsome strength, completely shattered eight blades from the first one it hit. But from the ninth blade onwards, it gradually lost its power.

Like a car that met dozens of speed bumps, the speed of the sword noticeably decreased and the silver thread wrapped around it like a snake.

In an instant, the silver thread that wrapped around the blade dozens of times made the blades and blades interlock, and Ruon felt as if he had a huge shackle on his sword and stopped his body.

As if to add insult to injury, the blade on the opposite side aimed at the corner of his sight and cut down sharply at him.

It’s over!

At that moment, Biamo was sure of his victory.

From the beginning, he knew that he couldn’t last long against Ruon.

How could he win against a monster who caught a flying arrow with a broken posture after swinging his sword?

That’s why he aimed for a momentary gap. Of course, the price for realizing that was not easy. He had to damage the treasure of the guild to stop his opponent’s movement for a moment.

But it didn’t matter. The treasure was broken, but in the end, I was the one who won!

Thinking that, he swung the silver thread with all his strength at Ruon’s empty torso, but he widened his eyes at an unbelievable sight.

“…What?”

Squeak-

The silver thread that wrapped around Ruon’s left arm screamed in pain. The silver thread and blades, which had the cutting power to slice through steel, could not cut through a human arm and stuttered. The sight was more than surprising, it was terrifying.

Biamo’s sharp judgment was clouded for a moment, and Ruon let go of his sword and rushed forward. The assassin, who came to his senses late, saw a huge shoulder.

Crash-!

Biamo, who flew like a giant grabbed him from behind, slammed into the wall of the inn.

The assassin, whose ribs and spine were shattered, spat out blood. Ruon walked toward him.

Was it because the user was incapacitated? Until a moment ago, the silver thread and blades that cut through the skin and dug into the muscles fell to the floor without strength.

Ruon, who looked down at his left arm that was bleeding profusely, lowered his posture and looked straight into the eyes of the dying assassin.

His breathing was heavy, and his life was shaking like a candle, preparing to leave his dying body.

“…You’re a…monster…that makes no…sense.”

Biamo continued his words with a painful expression, as if the broken bones were pressing on his lungs.

“…To my…brothers…a useless…burden…”

Ruon cut off his words, as he had no time to listen to his ramblings.

“You said you’re one of the thirty. Are there thirty of you guys?”

Biamo smiled faintly at his words. Blood flowed from his mouth.

“…Three…no…four…killed…and still…curious.”

“Then, all of you were ordered to kidnap that fairy…”

Ruon’s question didn’t end with a period. Because the one who would answer him was dead. He stared at the empty eyes for a while, then dusted off his seat and got up.

Then, with a subtle feeling of exhaustion from the consumption of the divine power inside, the tattoo on his shoulder lit up.

Puff-

As if he wouldn’t tolerate the wound of his beloved warrior, the blacksmith god’s blessing was activated, and a faint smoke rose and the wound that was deep enough to see the bone healed slowly.

It wasn’t a life-threatening recovery, so this time there was no sound of a hammer.

Quite a lot, huh?

Ruon smiled faintly at the experience points that had filled up.

This assassin was definitely a much tougher opponent than the previous ones. Of course, it was not a physical difference, but a difference in weapons.

“Yeah. Weapons.”

Ruon quickly rolled up both sleeves of the corpse. Then he saw a device that looked like a wrist guard. The special thing was the silver thread that was coiled like a silkworm in the middle and the small blades hanging at the end.

He grabbed the guard that came off easily without any force and approached Tarwen, who still had not regained her senses.

Nice arms.

He snorted at the fairy who was snoring softly and lightly squeezed her wrist, then pushed in a little bit of divine power.

Then Tarwen shuddered and sprang up. Cold sweat dripped from her neck.

“Wha, what’s going on?”

Ruon said in a calm voice.

“Good morning.”

Tarwen looked around with a blank stare and then furrowed her brow.

“Was it a pursuer?”

Ruon shrugged lightly.

“Thanks to you, I won’t have any trouble leveling up.”

“What do you mean? No, who was it? Was it a human hunter again?”

Ruon shook his head slowly at her question.

“One of them was an assassin. He seemed to have used the others. I wanted to dig up something, but he died before I could get the information I wanted.”

Then Tarwen said with a gleam in her eye.

“Leave that to me.”

She added to Ruon, who was staring at her silently.

“I’m a pretty good witch, you know.”