<The Demon Lord of the Swordsmanship Family Chapter 150>
“Spring made it for me!”
Park Bom, placing her petite hands on her hips, tilted her chin up proudly.
Though she looked quite insignificant… no, adorable despite putting on an arrogant expression.
Jin Yu-ri’s face broke into a wide smile.
“Ooh, really? Our Spring made daddy’s Dragon Armor!”
“Yeah! Daddy was worried, so Spring resolved it for him! Ahem!”
“Wow, that’s impressive!”
Honestly, Jin Yu-ri didn’t know much about Park Ki-hyuk’s Dragon Armor. It wasn’t created with everyone on the day they all made theirs; it was made later on his own.
He had said there was nothing else to create. He claimed he was already perfect as he was.
It was annoying, but it was true that she couldn’t deny it. She even suggested he could make something for his mother… Park Ki-hyuk spent a long time pondering this.
‘If Mother hadn’t refused so firmly, I might’ve actually made her one.’
Jin Yu-ri had watched Park Ki-hyuk from the side and thought that he had transcended beyond mere strength.
After his trip to America, it became even more pronounced. His time with the Gigant had him questioning whether he was even still human.
‘Could it be that the materials given by the Red Dragon were taken by force…?’
Eh, that can’t be.
No matter what, a human cannot defeat a Guardian Spirit.
Nonetheless, Park Ki-hyuk had grown strong to the degree that such thoughts entered her mind.
So, Jin Yu-ri was curious.
As a sorcerer herself.
What kind of Dragon Armor did Park Ki-hyuk create?
Skills he excelled at.
What was necessary.
What he desired.
These were the questions posed when creating Dragon Armor.
‘What does Ki-hyuk excel at? Oh, everything.’
‘What does he need? Nothing. He’s already good at everything.’
‘What does he want? Nothing. If he wants it, he can have it right away.’
Impossible to predict.
When she happened to ask Spring, she was boasting that she had made it herself.
“Daddy said he didn’t need anything because it was already ‘complete’!”
“So?”
“So Spring said, ‘Does Daddy need Spring?’ And Daddy said he needed Spring, and he gave me a kiss!”
“Huuh~! Sister will give one too. One hundred kisses, to be exact!”
“Hehehe, kisses.”
Cchuck, Cchuck, Cchuck-
“At this moment, I suddenly became curious!”
“What about?”
“What ‘completion’ means.”
“Ah! That might be a bit difficult for Spring.”
“I understood it now. It means ‘it’s full’!”
“Hmm?”
“They said if the cup is full of water, it’s called ‘complete.’”
“Oh, it’s a metaphor, but that’s similar.”
“They said if Daddy’s cup was full, if you pour more, it would overflow.”
Park Ki-hyuk’s cup was already full. His growth was now a matter of time—expanding his capacity. The period of growth through elixirs, artifacts, or weapons was long over.
But while she was listening to Park Bom, another solution came to her mind.
“Share it.”
“……!”
Daddy already has plenty!
Just share it!
Spring smiled cheerfully.
“The teacher said so. ‘Friends’ share with each other!”
“Dragon Armor.”
Dragon Armor
Comrade
SSSwoosh—
The Abyssal Cloaks multiply.
Two become four, four become ten, twenty, a hundred… a thousand.
Behind me, the Abyss surged like a tide.
And from within the Abyss, the luminous ghostly aura.
Skeletons.
The army of the Demon Lord.
Faithful servants who guarded me for such a long time.
And friends.
They were ‘Comrades.’
The Skeletons draped in Dragon Armor “Comrade” stood up.
Grunting loudly, the bone fragments reassembled. They grew larger than the original Skeleton size, eventually becoming nearly identical to me.
Then, they ‘spoke.’
“Order.”
Not mere thoughts, but genuine speech imbued with true intent.
The true “Utterance” containing will.
Dragon Armor ‘Comrade.’
A tool that carved out smaller versions of myself from my essence.
“Destroy everything.”
The command was given.
The blue ghostly aura in the Skeletons’ eyes burned brighter.
BOOM!
The Skeletons charged forward, their black cloaks waving like a tide.
The speed far surpasses that of regular Skeletons. Actually, calling them Skeletons anymore might not be fitting.
Excluding the fact they were made of bones, there was no comparison between their appearance, physical specifications, or mana capacity with ordinary Skeletons.
Honestly, naming this a Skeleton might be confusing. Those enemies facing me will surely feel this even more acutely.
“Those are Skeleton Warriors!”
“Hold them back!”
“Everyone activate the Shield!”
“Trap team! Trap team! Gather here!”
A defensive wall constructed like a building lit up with magical arrays, shields overlapping each other. Then, these arrays expanded, spreading out like spider webs from the center of the defensive position…
The magical traps were triggered.
In one place, the ground surged upward, while another collapsed inward.
An electric prison formed, and an icicle bloomed, spreading frost.
However…
“What… what is this?”
“They’re not dying!!”
“S, those aren’t Skeleton Warriors, are they?!”
The Skeletons’ advance did not stop.
They shattered the rising ground with their shoulders.
The collapsing ground? They leaped over it in a single bound.
They broke through the electric prison with their bare hands and passed through the cold of the blooming frost unscathed.
“Their magic resistance. It’s impressive.”
Perhaps because they had inherited part of my ‘Magic Immunity,’ their resistance is considerable. But it’s still too early to be amazed. After all, even the regular Skeletons could have done that.
Once the traps were rendered useless, the Skeletons hurled themselves toward the walls.
Charging forward and throwing their shoulders into it?
GROOOOOOOOONG!!
The great strength shakes the defensive wall.
The warriors on the wall turn pale from the vibrations. Their trembling eyes dart about frantically.
The thought is obvious just by looking.
If this is how powerful only one of these Skeletons is, the sight of countless others charging from behind must seem hopeless.
That answer is correct.
You’re doomed.
With their capes billowing, the Skeletons charged. In unison, they threw their shoulders forward.
BAM! KRAAANG! GROOONG!!, KUHKKK!!
CRASHHHHHH!!
The walls collapsed.
The multiple-layered shields surrounding the defensive wall crumbled like tofu.
“…”
“…”
“…”
“Is this… over?”
Had all their efforts over several days led to this destruction in an instant? Everyone hiding behind the wall looked at this direction with stunned expressions.
Some were already thinking of escaping, their bodies leaning backward.
“Pathetic. Truly pathetic.”
After all, more than half of these people blindly believed in the ‘miracle,’ not even understanding the origin of their own powers. They’re fools who don’t know what they’re really wielding.
Would such people ever have experienced real war? Connected by nothing more than blind loyalty and belief.
Loyalty? Faith?
Would such things show in the face of overwhelming terror?
“Let’s test you.”
When I drew out my Demon, the Skeletons each reached inside their capes and pulled out great swords.
With towering heights of over 2 meters, the Skeletons billowed their cloaks, raising swords as tall as themselves as they approached step by step.
Just glancing around, there were easily over a thousand of these Skeletons. From the enemies’ perspective, it must feel like a wall of bone was creeping toward them.
Would these pathetic failures be able to withstand this pressure?
I’d bet they won’t.
“Please… spare me…”
“We need to run away!!”
See?
Don’t you?
Chuckling, I picked up my pace.
“Alright, let’s go~.”
A black tide swept over the city.
High Priest Edward stared at the approaching black tide with a despondent look, seeking God.
“Divinity…”
Although the defense lines weren’t fully completed, they had combined divine power with magic and various rituals, doing their best to construct them.
Yet, those defense lines crumbled in an instant.
Not just crumbling, but now they were facing an imminent threat.
‘Can we stop this creature?’
The overwhelming aura of Park Ki-hyuk and the Skeleton army shook the confidence even of High Priest Edward.
At that moment, the door opened, and members of the elite priest corps of Celutis entered. It was the deputy leader of the ‘Salvation Choir.’
“High Priest! You must retreat immediately!”
“Brothers, I have yet to complete the mission entrusted to me by God.”
“But—”
Edward the High Priest was specialized more in reading the minds of opponents rather than battle capabilities, using ‘Mind Reading.’ However, there was a condition to this Mind Reading: he needed to make eye contact.
His original mission was less about constructing defenses and more about reading the minds of attackers to identify them.
But the battle evolved rapidly, ignoring Celutis’ intentions. The moment the enemy appeared, there was no time for conversation as the black tide surged forward.
Mysterious Skeleton army, cloaked in a black tide.
They were considered “mysterious” because even though they had consumed half the city, their exact species of summoned creatures were still unidentified.
Warriors? Knights? No information. They just endure the attacks.
Would there be time to make eye contact in such a situation?
“High Priest, forgive me, but you can’t read the minds of unbelievers in the chaos of battle.”
“Even with your support?”
“Regrettably, yes. This Skeleton army isn’t suited to our tactics.”
The Salvation Choir’s main weapon was poison and throwing darts.
These poisons are ineffective against Skeletons, and the darts were useless when thrown.
“Then, why not seek the help of the ‘Divine Savior’?”
Divine Savior.
An enhanced version of the traditional angel with one pair of wings, this Named Archangel ‘Savior’ has two pairs of wings.
“The Divine Savior… it’s the last resort, to be used only when all other methods fail.”
“Last resort… hmm.”
Edward the High Priest sneered as he surveyed the battlefield.
The black tide had already passed the halfway point of the city and was nearly upon them.
“It seems we are already at the last resort.”
Shortly after,
Wings burst forth across the city.
From Celutis, a cluster of Archangels rose into the sky.
Among these Archangels, there were notably radiant figures.
These were the named Archangels, ‘Saviors,’ with four massive wings larger than the regular Archangels.
They soared into the battlefield.
The collision of the black tide and the white mists.
Traditionally, the difference in specifications between Archangels and Skeletons renders any comparison meaningless.
Skeletons are at the bottom of the hierarchy among all summoned creatures, whereas Archangels not only possess divine strength but also physical abilities surpassing trolls. Moreover, by consuming essence, they can break through their limits, making them vastly superior in terms of monster ratings compared to Skeletons.
However, that is merely theory.
Park Ki-hyuk’s Skeletons were already extraordinary, and upon receiving their master’s power through the Dragon Armor…
They reached an equal standoff.
Kaang-!
A Skeleton blocking the spear tip of an Archangel.
The Skeleton kicks pieces of a broken building to obscure the view, causing the Archangel to briefly hesitate. The Skeleton’s great sword strikes at this moment.
Using a bloodline ability obtained through essence absorption, the Archangel escapes the crisis.
They then counterattack.
A white spear morphs into a sword, and at that very instant,
Masamune style.
Cherry Blossom Play
Sword beams resembling cherry blossoms swirl around the Skeleton.
The Skeleton takes a ready stance accordingly.
It inherited part of its master’s power. Naturally, it inherited part of its master’s skills.
Though, only when combined with others.
The Abyssal Cloak ‘Comradeship’ ripples and expands, absorbing nearby Skeletons.
The ghostly aura in the Skeleton’s eyes rages fiercely as
Geomho-ryu Swift Sword Technique
Moonlight Slash
A black moonlight cleaves the surroundings.
Poles, buildings, barbed wires…
And, the Archangel.
“Kiiii-aaak!!”
Spattering bl**d and entrails across the asphalt, the Skeleton strides forward dispassionately, driving its great sword into its opponent.
Puukk!
Subsequently, the Cloak ‘Comradeship’ engulfs the Archangel, inflating the Skeleton’s size, who then resumes searching for more enemies.
Skeleton warriors on the move as nearby Archangels are absorbed.
The white mist gradually dissipates while the black tide grows.
And the Saviors? Those named Archangels who were the last resort—what of them?
“How does it go?”
“Hey! Haven’t seen you in a while, huh?!”
Caught by Park Ki-hyuk’s giant, unable to resist even slightly.
Kwaak!
In midair, limbs shattered.
bl**d and intestines decorated the sky, and upon witnessing this, both the Salvation Choir and High Priest Edward could do nothing but avert their gaze.
Then.
“Who sent you?”
…
…
Staring in disbelief at the dead bodies of the Salvation Choir, High Priest Edward froze.
“You. You’re…”
Before him stood a Skeleton.
A soldier made of bones. Part of the black tide.
But…
Smoke arose, and the Skeleton transformed.
Flesh grew, muscles joined, and in an instant, the form of a human emerged.
No, it was not just any human—it was a real person.
Indeed, the activation of Edward’s ‘Mind Reading’ confirmed that this creature was a complete human.
“Park… Park Ki-hyuk?”
“Huh? How do you know my name? Oh…!”
Yeah, the human standing before him was Park Ki-hyuk himself. Utilizing the Skeletons to transcend ‘space,’ the real body of Park Ki-hyuk appeared before them.
“You’re that guy Elder Brother mentioned? The Mind-Reading High Priest!”
Park Ki-hyuk smiled cheerfully, extending his massive palm towards Edward.
“A big one.”
*
Moments later, Park Su-hyeok and Park Min-ji returned after finishing their business.
“Did I see that wrong?”
“Nah, probably not.”
“Wasn’t this a city?”
“Yep.”
Even after washing their eyes, all they saw was ruins.
In just a few hours, an entire city was wiped out.
Their younger sibling—
—was behind it all.
