The Greatest Warrior of All Time Returns

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Chapter 115

Rebecca's eyes widened as she saw the intruder burst in.

"Let's make a deal. I'll save all of you."

Leon’s voice carried a cold chill.

"But that one’s spoils go to me."

The person who said that was none other than the porter—Leon.

Leon had a reason for not stepping in while Sullivan was causing chaos.

Even though Albion’s request was ultimately meaningless, Leon needed to confirm a few variables from his perspective.

Fighting recklessly against a strong opponent is foolish.

That’s why Leon methodically checked if the enemy had any additional means of attack.

And he was sure.

This bastard—he needed to die here.

Moreover, for some reason, it was clear that he possessed the ring Luna had been looking for, Fatelord.

There was no reason to let him leave alive.

"Hey, porter! What are you doing?! Have you lost your mind? Step back immediately!"

The one who reacted first was a young mercenary and promising elf, Repel.

From the start, when Leon had urged him to retreat, Repel had shown displeasure, so it was no surprise that he looked down on Leon.

Leon’s outward appearance suggested they were roughly the same age.

Most people knew Leon was too young to fight properly.

Whether he was a genius or a fool didn’t matter.

A genius had potential, but potential was not the same as being fully developed.

Their opponent was a being who controlled monsters even sword masters couldn’t handle—an unprecedented disaster.

So it didn’t make sense for Leon, just a mere porter, to step forward.

Of course, Repel didn’t have the leisure to question how Leon blocked the lightning spear or how he managed to hide from the mercenaries’ senses before revealing himself.

"You are..."

Albion, who had regained his senses, looked down at himself in confusion before lifting his gaze to Leon.

Meanwhile, Leon hadn’t taken his eyes off a single person from beginning to end.

"What will you do?"

Leon quietly asked again.

He was clearly just a normal porter—well, a porter with above-average strength—but his aura now was completely different from when they first met.

It was hard to believe it was the same person, with such a restrained and cold atmosphere.

"It’s dangerous, so step ba—"

Boom!!!

At that moment, the giant sword of the stone beast knight swung mercilessly toward Leon.

Albion belatedly assessed the situation and tried to intervene, but an unexpected force pressed down on his shoulder.

"Patients should stay put."

It was the girl who had come with Leon, cloaked in a robe.

Whoosh!

A fierce gust of wind blew off her hood, revealing long pink hair and a breathtakingly beautiful face that left everyone dazed.

Though the pressure on Albion’s shoulder had no weight, he couldn’t move, as if he had been anchored in place.

A sword master, unable to move under the strength of a mere young girl?

Unable to comprehend the situation, his gaze turned toward Leon, who had been attacked by the stone beast knight.

His eyes widened.

For some reason, the stone beast knight’s solid weapon had been completely shattered, and a giant hole had been punched through its body.

No one had seen anyone launch an attack.

"I’ll ask one last time. Will you hand it over? If you refuse, we won’t intervene any further."

Though Leon’s words sounded polite, Albion intuitively sensed something.

This boy—he had something up his sleeve.

"If it’ll save everyone, I’ll give you anything."

"Good. Luna, send our client off."

When Leon called Luna, she grabbed Albion by the collar without hesitation.

"Guh?!"

Then she hurled him toward the mercenaries as if tossing a branch.

"Ugh!"

"Captain!!"

"Ahhh!!"

She then picked up Rebecca and threw her the same way, dusting her hands off afterward.

The others, shocked at how roughly she treated the injured, widened their eyes when they saw that Albion was completely unharmed.

Luna then threw off the robe she had been wearing.

Her beauty was so captivating that many couldn’t tear their eyes away from her.

She gently shook her skirt, and with a loud thunk! a one-handed battle hammer fell from beneath the fabric, though no one could tell where it had come from.

Though it came from her personal subspace, to those unfamiliar with the concept, it was a baffling scene.

"Are you using that? It’s the first time I’ve seen it."

"Judgment Hammer. It’s the weapon of a division-level angel. Feels good in the hand."

She picked up the hammer with one hand and stretched lightly.

"To disobey my orders and act on your own... A mongrel is still a mongrel."

Sullivan, who had been silently watching, grinned as he spoke.

Leon responded with a smile of his own.

"Time for a substitution. Don’t be upset that I keep killing your pawns and forcing you to resurrect them, bastard."

Sullivan’s grin cracked for the first time.

"What... did you just say?"

"Why? Does it bother you? Then stop hiding behind your underlings and come out yourself."

Leon curled his fingers, provoking him.

Sullivan’s fist trembled on the armrest of his throne.

"Bring him to me. Make him kneel before me."

Several stone monsters began to move at once.

The fastest were two sleek, dinosaur-shaped beasts.

But they couldn’t even reach Leon.

The one attacking from the right was bitten by a black wraith wolf that sprang from Leon’s shadow, flung aside like a rag doll.

The one attacking from the left was stopped by Luna.

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"Leon, just focus on that one."

"Got it."

With a single swing of Luna’s hammer, the dinosaur-shaped beast disintegrated and scattered in all directions.

"Not too tough."

She spoke calmly and took a step forward, spinning the small hammer in her hand.

How could such strength come from that tiny frame?

She wasn’t using aura.

Was it magic, then?

Meanwhile, a massive stone beast in the form of a troll charged in, swinging a giant club.

Just as Luna was about to swing her hammer again—

“Watch out!!!”

Rebecca, noticing the movements of the Soul Eater—a being that devours magic—shouted in alarm.

If the magic got canceled, that girl would be pulverized in an instant.

That’s what she thought.

But everyone here had misunderstood one thing.

Luna had never used aura or magic to begin with.

BOOOOM!!!

With power far beyond her previous strikes, Luna completely shattered the troll-shaped beast.

She spun the hammer once more with ease.

The Soul Eater had clearly activated, so how had this happened?

While everyone was too stunned to comprehend it—

Leon provocatively asked,

“She’s just strong. You thought she used magic or something?”

“Impudent...”

Sullivan, unable to hide his anger at being called a bastard, signaled with a hand.

All the soldiers around him moved as one.

“How dare you put such a disgraceful title on me! You must not fear death.”

“Well, it’s not like I’m wrong, but sure, throw a tantrum.”

Leon then drew a spare sword he’d been holding, lifting it above his head before slowly unsheathing it.

“I’ll borrow this sword.”

At those words, one of the mercenaries flinched and started patting himself.

“My... my sword!”

A cursed sword didn’t have good synergy with the opponent, so using a regular blade was better in this case.

Leon aimed the sword’s tip at Sullivan.

“Stop hiding and come out, Sullivan. You’re a bit old to be playing with dolls.”

“……”

The truth was, Leon knew almost nothing about Sullivan.

His age, race, and origin—all unknown.

He had only guessed that calling him a bastard would provoke him, based on a memory of Sullivan reacting with fury to that word before.

His gamble had paid off.

Grind... grrrrrind!!!

Apparently, the word “bastard” had a more significant effect than expected.

Unable to contain his rage, Sullivan’s face twisted from a maniacal grin to an expression of furious madness.

It was like a clown mask, previously laughing, had now flipped to one of rage.

His unnervingly neat teeth clenched and ground together.

“I am merciful.”

“……”

“But you’re not included in the subjects of that mercy. You’ll regret it.”

Sullivan slowly stood up at Leon’s provocation.

One of the stone beasts nearby knelt, offering a sword in both hands as if presenting a tribute.

Clang! Crunch!

Furious, Sullivan yanked the sword from the beast, shattering it to dust from the sheer force.

“I will personally slice your flesh.”

With those words, an explosive pressure filled the air.

A suffocating sense of dread descended, and all the beasts around Sullivan charged at once.

Leon waved his hand through the air, and countless black chains burst from the shadows surrounding him, binding the beasts.

However, the chains—being magical—wouldn’t last long against the Soul Eaters.

The mages, realizing this, shouted in panic.

“N-no! The Soul Eaters are...!”

Crash! Crack!

As they feared, Leon’s magic chains began to break apart.

Yet Leon’s expression showed no sign of distress.

He knew very well that Soul Eaters had overwhelming superiority when it came to countering magic.

Yes.

He had fought them countless times and knew their limits, weaknesses, and characteristics better than anyone here.

Whooooong! Boom!

Multiple magic circles appeared rapidly in the air, only to be shattered.

However, the speed at which Leon generated new magic circles kept increasing.

Then, a shocking scene unfolded.

The Soul Eaters, which had turned a fiery red, began exploding one by one on the spot.

“Eat up. Stuff yourselves till you burst.”

The method was simple.

“No way... creating magic faster than the Soul Eaters can devour it?”

“How much mana does he even have...?”

“And what about the recoil?”

The mages gasped in astonishment.

Soul Eaters could only consume a limited amount of magic at once.

Overloading them with too much magic would cause them to self-destruct.

The recoil from forcibly nullifying magic would normally be a problem.

However, the mages hadn’t noticed that most of Leon’s spells were decoy magic, unaffected by recoil.

As the Soul Eaters exploded in quick succession, Leon made another gesture.

This time, black chains shot out again, binding the remaining stone beasts.

The outcome was clear.

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