A Dragonslayer’s Peerless Regression – 274



Episode 274

‘That’s?’

A strange energy was felt from the black light surrounding the apostle.

It felt completely different from regular magic.

He quickly grabbed his sword and unleashed the power of purification.

Wooooow!

A golden aura spread out enveloping the space in a black light.

Zeke slowly walked towards the altar while maintaining his power of purification.

But the apostle resisted the power of purification and continued to push Zeke away.

Despite the continued resistance Zeke clenched his teeth and continued to move forward.

At that moment Arataso’s voice was heard.

[What the heck? This doesn’t make sense.]

‘Arataso. What on earth is this energy?’

Then Aratasso spoke in a voice that seemed to say that he couldn’t believe it.

[This is the energy of a high-level demon. But… it wasn’t summoned as a clone like me. It was the real body that manifested.]

At those words Zeke grabbed Bahamut and summoned his full power ‘The Will of the River’ to strengthen his body.

Kookookookook!

He planned to eliminate the apostle before the upper-level demon manifested with the strongest attack he could use.

“Haaaaaah!”

Zeke grabbed his sword and drew his energy.

Woohoo!

It seemed like everything was stopped by Zeke’s will.

Unlike the Red Knight Zeke’s sword was imbued with an intangible power.

The force stopped everything.

The atmosphere the dust that flies even time.

The power to prove the realm of the Black Knight.

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The Astral Sword is embedded in Zeke’s sword.

Woohoo!

If the Auror Blade created by condensing aura had the power to destroy anything it touched the Astral Sword had the power to annihilate.

Zeke raised the Astral Sword and aimed it at the altar.

Then he kicked himself into the air and unleashed an infinite swordsmanship towards the altar enveloped in black energy.

Infinite Sword Art

Three-knot system

The Great Plum Blossom

A huge wave exploded from Zeke’s sword.

Kwakwakwakwa!

Zig’s sword strike collided with the black energy like a bird flying with its huge wings spread.

Tsk tsk tsk tsk―

A formless energy swirled around annihilating the black energy surrounding the apostle’s body.

The impact caused black ash to scatter everywhere.

It was a power on a different level from the great explosion that was displayed in the Red Knight’s realm.

[Kaaaaaaah!]

The figure of the apostle was revealed in the swirling black energy.

The apostle no longer looked human.

The skin was completely peeled off and the muscles were exposed.

Blue blood was flowing from his eyes ears and mouth.

Zeke immediately ran towards the apostle.

“Haaaah!”

Bahamut with his blade of purification rising cut off the Apostle’s head.

Degurururur!

The severed head lay on the floor of the altar.

The black aura that had enveloped the apostle’s body was offset by the golden aura and soon disappeared leaving only the hideous body of the apostle with his throat cut.

thud!

The apostle who attempted to directly manifest a superior demon into his own body was stopped by the power of purification before his body could be reconstructed.

Zeke sighed as he looked at the fallen apostle.

“Whew if a really high-level demon had appeared we would have been in big trouble.”

He approached the fallen apostle and grabbed the handle of Roland that was stuck in his back.

It was at that time that Roland was slowly being pulled out.

Dismissed!

Zeke felt a crack appear in the mask of Agamemnon he kept in his bosom.

“What what?”

[The durability of ???’s mask has dropped below 20%.]

[If you continue to use the purification skill its durability will decrease.]

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[When durability reaches 0% recovery is not possible.]

A message popped up saying that Agamemnon’s mask durability was low.

Zeke hurriedly placed the mask on the repair window but a warning window popped up saying that the item could not be repaired.

‘Is there no other way than to recover at the Fairy Lake?’

I never knew there would be a limit to the power of purification.

He looked at the fallen apostle’s body and made a bitter expression.

“I killed them right away when they said they were high-level demons… but it’s a shame there were so many things I could have found out about the Abyss guys.”

I had gained quite a bit of information from interrogating the manager of this baptismal site but the Apostle who was a high-ranking official in the Abyss would have had even more information.

It was even more unfortunate that Dragon’s Sense and Shadow Control could not be used on dead beings.

But Zeke left his regret behind and tried to absorb the apostle who had died from gluttony.

Tsk tsk tsk―

The shadow that had arisen began to absorb as usual but soon stopped.

‘what?’

At that moment Zigg was startled and quickly took out the holy fire and lit it on the fallen apostle’s body.

If binge eating didn’t work he might still be alive so he quickly took action.

Whoosh whoosh!

Zeke held Bahamut as he looked at the burning corpse of the Apostle.

‘These damn guys really can’t let their guard down for even a moment.’

He looked around to burn the apostle’s head that he had cut off.

After finding the head on the floor Zeke approached it and looked into the dead apostle’s unfocused eyes. At that moment a light flashed in the apostle’s eyes.

‘what?’

Jiiing―

For a moment Zig felt a shock that shook his brain.

At the same time Arataso’s voice was heard along with a crackling sound.

[…Gil! That guy is blocking my voice…]

Aratasso’s voice was cut off and I couldn’t hear it properly.

Jiiiiiing―

My ears started ringing again I felt dizzy and the scenery around me started to shake.

He stepped back but the sound still lingered in his ears.

The scenery before my eyes was completely distorted.

At that moment he felt a presence behind him. Zig who suddenly came to his senses looked back. But there was a completely unexpected person standing there.

“Simon?”

Simon was looking down at Zeke with a cold expression.

Zeke said looking at Simon.

“Simon why are you here…?”

match!

Before Zeke could finish speaking Simon slapped him on the cheek.

Zig stared blankly at him feeling the cold sensation and then suddenly felt something strange.

‘uh?’

There were burning camps strewn corpses and captured members of the rival cartel kneeling with their hands on their heads.

Simon looked down at Zeke and said.

“Zeke Murray this is a battlefield. You better wake up if you don’t want to get your throat slit by the enemy’s sword.”

The Simon in front of Zeke was indeed the Simon he knew.

However it was Simon who had taught him the skills of a hitman in his previous life.

‘How did this happen?’

In his previous life nineteen-year-old Zeke was a southern slave turned killer who was recruited by Don Juan and joined Simon’s unit where he began his career as a hitman.

Simon didn’t take care of him or kindly teach him his skills.

So Zeke had to learn the techniques by looking over their shoulders and to do so he had to survive the hellish battlefield every day.

One of the reasons Zeke didn’t sleep well was because he kept having nightmares about those days.

In my dreams I would often relive the situation where I was not Zeke Draker who had regressed and started a new life but rather Zeke Murray from my previous life.

But now this wasn’t a dream.

‘What the heck is going on?’

Neither the Bahamut he had been holding until just now nor the Anexi dagger he had kept in his bosom were in his hands.

All he had in his possession was a few cheap daggers that he had been given during his time as a Southern hitman.

Simon said looking at Zeke.

“We’re going to move right now. If you don’t come to your senses you might find yourself among those corpses in a few hours.”

Simon turned around leaving a cynical remark.

Zeke blankly stared at Simon’s back and then looked around.

What he saw what he smelled and even what he could touch were so realistic.

Zeke tried to regain his composure by catching his breath.

‘In the circumstances this is an illusion. An incredibly realistic illusion.’

Zeke tried to concentrate and break free from the illusion.

I thought that with his mental defense and skills he would be able to break the illusion.

But no matter how hard I concentrated the illusion did not break.

Rather the senses only became clearer.

At that time Simon and other unit members were seen moving.

After thinking about it for a while Zeke moved in that direction and chased after Simon’s unit.

‘I’ve heard that during the welcome there are also cases where the trauma of the target is maximized and the mind is destroyed. Maybe this situation right now is the trauma that I fear the most.’

The way to break the illusion that magnified the trauma was to face the situation directly and overcome it.

Zeke quietly climbed onto the cart.

Looking at the faces of the others sitting on the cart old memories came flooding back.

‘Most of them were dead. Some of them I killed with my own hands.’

Zick sat down in the carriage and collected his thoughts again.

‘Aratasso clearly said that the bastard was interfering with what he was saying. If the summoning of the apostle had not failed but had already taken place. And if the bastard’s power was mental then this could easily happen.’

He tried his best to avoid getting into this situation.

This is because he felt that the more he immersed himself in the situation of his past life the more vivid the fantasy would become and the stronger the trauma would appear.

‘We need a chance to break this situation.’

Zeke held the dagger took a deep breath and examined the condition of his body.

Just like in my previous life the awakening as a healer class was not possible and the interruption battle was not open.

He tried healing by recalling the senses from his past life.

But it didn’t work properly.

‘You can do it. Let’s calm down and do it calmly.’

While riding the cart Zeke persistently tried to heal himself and was eventually successful.

It didn’t have as much power as the healing factor but it was important to solve them one by one first.

Remembering that the moment his ego wavers in the midst of the illusion it will collapse uncontrollably Zeke calmly waited for the right time.

After riding in a wagon for several hours Simon stopped somewhere and had his men disembark.

The unit members had no idea when where how or who they would attack.

Their job was to attack without question when the unit commander ordered them to do so.

In his previous life Zeke had also followed his orders like a loyal dog.

Simon placed a few stones on the ground and spoke to his men.

“Split into three and one goes this way another goes this way and the other goes this way.”

Then one of the veteran hitmen raised his hand and asked.

“What is your mission Captain?”

Simon responded to his words with a cold voice.

“Kill everyone. Erase everything not a single dog left behind.”

All the unit members nodded at Simon’s words.

And the men of the unit split into three according to Simon’s command and moved in different directions.

Zeke who joined the unit led by Simon realized what his trauma was showing through the vision.

‘…Why of all things.’

I still remember it clearly.

This was where the enemy organization’s soma production plant was located.

But unfortunately this organization’s production plant was operating under cover in a town that had nothing to do with Soma.

Don Juan gave the order to destroy all the production plants in order to strike a blow to the hostile organization.

And the entire production plant as well as the town where it was located had to be destroyed.

Zeke still vividly remembered that moment.

It was the sight of children playing ball with their friends in front of the village being shot to death by arrows or being burned to death while trapped in their houses with their parents.

Then a huge explosion was heard.

Kwakwakwang!

When the magic bomb installed by Simon’s unit exploded the members of the organization in the factory ran out with crossbows.

The unit members who had been waiting in advance moved quickly and slit their throats.

Simon led his men and calmly and quickly dealt with all the gang members inside the factory.

He took out the enormous amount of soma that had been piled up in the factory and placed it on a cart. This was the moment when all the soma became Don Juan’s property.

Then Simon approached Zeke.

“Zeke Murray I have a mission for you.”

“What kind of mission?”

He placed a crossbow in Zeke’s hand.

“The boss’s orders are to erase this place itself.”

Zeke asked as he received the crossbow from Simon.

“…Are you telling me to kill all the villagers?”

Then Simon looked down at Zeke and said.

“There might be some members of the organization mixed in there.”

“There are still children.”

Simon came up to Zeke and slapped him on the cheek.

It was a slap strong enough to make my neck turn.

Simon said glaring at Zeke.

“If you save them with your cheap sympathy the boss will throw you into the shark dragon cage. Do you think you’ll still have that same pitiful sympathy then?”

Zeke turned his head and looked at Simon.

Simon’s face frowning.

It was exactly the same situation back then.

Simon grabbed Zeke by the collar and dragged him away.

Then he stood before the shivering villagers.

The father was holding his young child in his arms and begging for his life.

“Shoot.”

Simon’s voice rang in Zeke’s ears.