Regressing as the Reincarnated Bastard of the Sword Clan

Chapter 127

Chapter 127: Dragon Blood (2)

Thirty minutes earlier.

Noyl was visiting the Spinola mansion with the security forces.

This was because Giuseppe believed it would be challenging for the security forces alone to eliminate the entire Spinola Family.

– Most likely, he’ll use the family as a shield and try to escape through a hidden passage. Umberto is the kind of guy who values his own life above all else.

Noyl, unwilling to drag this matter out any further, stormed the mansion and struck down Umberto, who was attempting to flee.

He also dispatched Giuseppe, who had run up, cheering, just to make an example of him.

– I... why would you do this to me?

– Because you’re no longer useful.

– You bastard!

– Don’t feel wronged. Weren’t you the one planning to betray us once the job was done? If only you had continued living as a mindless insect, why bother trying to think with a brain that doesn’t work? Tsk!

In any case, most of the wealth Giuseppe had piled up had already slipped into Troyban’s hands without him realizing it.

With all that gold and money gone to Troyban, it was enough to leave only the scrap behind in this place.

And now, back to the present.

Noyl appeared at the central temple, holding Umberto’s and Giuseppe’s heads.Nôv(el)B\\jnn

The Ghost Slayer Squad had returned much later than he had anticipated.

「Still, if one could call this a blessing in disguise, perhaps it is.」

Theo was standing, forcing his exhausted body to remain upright, even though he looked as if he might collapse at any moment.

He gripped the Dragon Slayer Sword and the Moon-White Sword tightly.

「To think that the one who took Kriemhild’s Mysteries was also the one who stole the Dragon Slayer Sword. I never imagined it would turn out to be the ‘Chosen One’ of this era.」

Step.

Noyl began walking slowly towards Theo.

‘Theo!’

Selperd wanted to scream that.

Arin and Ray also wanted to move somehow to protect Theo, but this cursed pressure refused to allow them any movement.

Step, step!

Before they realized it, Noyl was already approaching Theo.

「Since he probably has all the relics that Ed foolishly lost, if I just retrieve them all neatly, there won’t be a more satisfying conclusion than this. Plus... I could take the Chosen One’s body as well.」

Noyl watching Theo, who was standing resolute even in this situation, felt admiration within.

Such spirit was, indeed fitting for a Chosen One. It was truly admirable.

But for that very reason.

For the future of Troyban, he had to cut off this seed here and now.

「Come with me.」

Srrk-

Noyl reached out his hand, covering Theo’s face.

Through the gaps between his fingers, Theo’s eyes—turned crimson—continued to stare intently at Noyl.

But then,

‘Is he... smiling?’

Just as Noyl, behind his mask, sensed something awry his eyes narrowed.

Kukukuku!

Suddenly, the central temple began to shake violently.

The earthquake was so intense that it was difficult to keep one’s balance.

Simultaneously, the oppressive force that was crushing everything dissipated as if it was never there.

“Theo!”

The group, freed from the invisible chains leaped towards Theo in unison.

「What have you done?」

“Did you think you had already won and got too confident? From the start, this place was my domain.”

「No way!」

Something clicked in Noyl’s mind, and he quickly tried to unleash the aura gathered at his fingertips.

Kwarrrng!

As far as he knew, Theo had already obtained Kriemhild’s mystery and completed the Sea King’s seal.

Moreover, the floating property of the archipelago was based on the ascending currents of magic power released by the Sea King.

-What if the Sea King hadn’t been resealed but instead had passed on his power or authority to Theo?

By conventional wisdom, Kriemhild, the hero, and Leviathan, the Sea King, were mortal enemies who could never be reconciled.

Yet Theo was a direct descendant of Ragnar, who claimed to be the “Dragon’s Descendant,” and was the chosen one, known as the Dragon King’s Consort.

Could Theo have managed to turn this enmity to his advantage?

Though Noyl’s reasoning differed slightly from reality, it wasn’t entirely wrong—it was a partially accurate insight.

Thus, Noyl had intended to stop Theo from any reckless actions, but Theo was already in a state of channeling with the new Sea King beneath the sea.

“Pontus!!”

Kiwooouuu-!

As a response to Theo’s call, an enormous roar echoed from outside the temple.

At the same time, the temple tilted to one side, and the ground split apart in an instant.

Massive waves of magic surged around Theo, flinging away Noyl’s hand.

Creak-crack!

Rumble—

The island began to collapse.

Boom, boom, boom—

Crash! Boom!

Countless explosions engulfed Noyl.

The dust and rocks falling from the shattered cliffs and the addition of debris ignited a chain reaction, further amplifying the destructive power.

Thick clouds of mist obscured the view.

Yet Theo didn’t expect this alone would be enough to capture Noyl.

His opponent was a monster that might rival the Nine Dragons.

Something like this wouldn’t take him down.

Theo’s actual goal was to force Noyl down.

Theo twisted his tightly clenched fist.

As he did, the willpower still poised at his fingertips twisted as well, merging the lightning that covered the magical winds until it gradually took on the form of a dragon.

It resembled the Thunder Dragon that Theo wielded with Death Beat.

It looked as if a multi-headed Thunder Dragon had descended upon them.

In a magical trance, Theo followed the primal instincts of Dragonblood and gave birth to his original spell.

“Hydra—”

The Thunder Dragon, bearing four heads, let out a deafening roar.

“—Bolt.”

An immense corona of light spread outward, covering the entire updraft.

White night descended upon the entire Floating Archipelago.

Kwoooooom!

Rumble...

A fierce wave of explosions and thunderous booms followed in relentless succession.

It seemed impossible to believe anyone could survive such a storm; the blast wave scorched everything in its path.

Several of the floating islands high in the sky shook intensely.

But Theo didn’t stop there; through Pontus, he directed one of the smaller, vacant floating islands to descend directly in Noyl’s direction, crashing it into the ocean’s surface.

Kwaaang!

Whooosh—

A massive spray of water, reaching tens of meters into the air, erupted, unleashing enormous waves and tidal surges in all directions.

White foam and blue torrents swirled and clashed in chaotic patterns.

Amidst it all, Umbra and the wyverns managed to ascend high into the sky.

Whiiieeet—

Selperd, Arin, and the others looked down in stunned silence, their hair tossed by the fierce wind, too shocked by the scene to form any words.

Such a level of destruction was rarely seen without a Dragon Gate Swordsman establishing their own domain.

“... You monster, where on earth did you learn that kind of magic? Did Kriemhild teach you things like that?”

Finally, Selperd turned to Theo with a look of disbelief.

“You could say that. But please, keep it a secret from others.”

Theo replied with a casual shrug, now sitting weakly on Umbra’s back, a faint smile on his face.

His magic power was entirely depleted, and he barely had the energy to smile.

Selperd shook his head in disbelief but didn’t press the issue further.

If Theo aspired to be Ragnar’s successor, he would surely have at least one or two secret weapons of his own.

‘Not that anyone would believe it if I told them.’

At his age, reaching that level of swordsmanship alone was incredible. But to train magic to such an extent as well?

Who would believe it? Hardly anyone.

The more he got to know his junior, the more Theo felt like an enigma—layered like an onion, yet monstrous in talent.

* * *

Deep beneath the sea.

Crack! Crackle!

The island that had sunk into the ocean trembled violently before shattering with a colossal rupture.

「How dare...!」

From within the shattered remains, Noyl emerged, his appearance a blood-soaked wreck, nothing short of dreadful.

Even his wooden mask had been half-burned away, revealing part of his face beneath—a grotesque sight, as if he wore the peeled skin of a monster.

Large and small tentacles writhed uncontrollably, and numerous eyes scattered across his form darted around, brimming with fury.

Yet despite his horrific appearance, his fierce aura remained undiminished.

Even after Theo had unleashed large-scale magic powered by magical winds and had dropped a floating island onto him, Noyl wasn’t genuinely threatened nor was he seriously injured.

A true monster.

For one who had abandoned his humanity to embrace the path of a half-human, half-fiend, such endurance was only natural.

However, only his physical state remained intact, his pride certainly had not.

Noyl was consumed by a murderous rage, determined to rip Theo apart.

Just as he prepared to surge upward, piercing through the ocean to the surface—

「Creature who cast off human flesh to follow the path of Deluded God. Clinging to hollow delusions, where do you think you are going?」

In front of Noyl, the turbulent waters began to coalesce, taking on the shape of a human figure.

Noyl’s ghastly expression hardened instantly.

He had come face-to-face with someone he should never have encountered here.

「Why are you here?」

「It is not your place to ask the questions I would ask. But if you truly do not wish to answer...」

The figure, impossible to discern as male or female, old or young, seemed to wear a faint smile.

「...then leave behind one of those arms as you go.」