A Dragonslayer’s Peerless Regression – 592



Episode 592

Zeke realized what the markings on the wall were.

‘Samjian.’

It was the three eyes that ruled the Samjian clan.

Zeke seemed to know where he had arrived.

‘It is the kingdom of the Samjian clan located within the Mannyeonsan Mountain Range.’

He recalled the secret kingdom of Tantra where the Samjian blood siblings Titus and Yulina had previously come from.

The Tantric kingdom created by the survivors of Shambhala was said to exist beyond the Eternal Mountains of the Eastern Continent.

Zeke had escaped through a dimensional rift to the Tantric Kingdom hidden in the Eastern Continent not the Central Continent.

“I don’t know why the dimensional gate opened here and not in the Central Continent.”

All he could guess was that the Samjian clan had performed a ritual at the ancient ruins to summon beings from a higher dimension so it was likely that they had come close to the dimensional rift and connected the passage.

‘If this is really the Tantra Kingdom then it’s all the better. While I’m at it I should meet the descendants of the Samjian clan.’

He first turned his body away from the wall with the sign of the Three Eyes carved into it to find an exit out of the ruins.

But then it happened.

Kugugugugugu!

The thick stone door on the opposite side of the altar opened with a loud noise.

Chuck! Chuck! Chuck!

Then hundreds of soldiers wearing old-style armor came from outside wielding spears and marched in in rows.

Kookung!

Soldiers rushed in and surrounded Zig carrying spears and shields.

Zeke confirmed his thoughts as he watched the soldiers entering the ruins.

‘Tantra seems right. The only place where one would wear such a tacky armor is in a closed secret kingdom.’

Zeke clicked his tongue as he looked at the brass-colored armor worn by the soldiers and confirmed that this was the Tantric Kingdom.

But then a man dressed in extravagant attire appeared among the soldiers.

He had a belly that seemed to push away the golden armor a mask with the sign of the Three Eyes engraved on his face and his head was adorned with all sorts of colorful feathers.

He already dressed in extravagant attire was carrying a staff adorned with jewels.

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‘Is the author the chief?’

Zeke thought back to the Tantric Kingdom he had heard about from Titus and Yulina.

A rigid society that operates solely on the basis of rank.

It was said that those with high bloodlines were destined to have everything.

Zeke thought that the person wearing the mask would also be a vested interest in the blood system.

Then the masked man pointed his finger at Zeke and shouted.

“Arrest that blasphemous intruder immediately!”

As soon as his order was given the soldiers lowered their spears and aimed them at Zig.

Wooooow!

A red glow rose from the spearheads they held.

The spears they possessed were relics of Shambhala and could only be used by the Samjian clan.

A special red aura shot out from the blade towards Zigg.

Shushu shushush!

In an instant Zig was enveloped in a red aura.

And then a shadow rose from beneath Zeke’s feet.

Kwakwakwakwa!

A shadow enveloped Zig repelling red energy.

The red energy spread out in all directions and collided with the walls of the ruins causing a loud noise and vibration.

Kookookookookook!

A pot-bellied man wearing a mask shouted as the ruins shook.

“An unholy intruder is attempting to destroy the traces of great history! Catch him now!”

The soldiers followed the order and rushed towards Zigg who was enveloped in shadow holding shields and spears.

“Haaaaaaah!”

The soldiers shouted and thrust their spears at Zig.

But no matter how ancient the artifact was it was not enough to penetrate the shadow armor covering Zeke’s body.

Kuddddd!

Shadow Armor grabbed the soldiers’ spears and swallowed them whole.

Kkwadduk!

The soldiers fell backwards in shock as the black shadows tore at their spears.

“Eek!”

Seeing the battle line in an instant in disarray Zeke put away his Shadow Armor and slowly walked towards the masked man while looking down at the soldiers guarding him.

Then the man wearing the mask shouted at the soldiers.

“What are you guys doing! Arrest that blasphemous man right now!”

Even though the soldiers heard the man’s words they could not rush to attack Zig.

Then Zeke snapped his fingers.

Kugugugugugu!

Caligula who had become his guardian jumped out from behind him.

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The soldiers who saw Caligula with his three gleaming eyes and four arms forming a hand gesture stepped back in fear.

Seeing this Zeke chose a few of Tantra’s soldiers through the shadows and read their memories.

Then I realized why they were reacting this way.

‘They are the guards of the Tantra Kingdom. Since they are of high blood rank and only serve within the palace they seem to have little combat experience unlike the warriors on the front lines.’

Tantra was a place where the blood system ruled everything.

Accordingly those with low blood quality are drafted as soldiers and deployed to the outskirts of the kingdom.

As it is a kingdom located within the Mannyeonsan Mountains there are countless demons on the outskirts.

The lowest-ranking soldiers actually had a lot of combat experience as they had to fight these beasts without proper equipment.

But on the other hand elites with high bloodlines only wear ancient artifacts and armor and are only used for ceremonial purposes and only a few have actually experienced combat.

That’s why when they meet a slightly stronger opponent they quickly curl up and become scared.

The masked man shouted in a trembling voice as he saw the terrified guards.

“You idiots! What are you doing!”

The masked man gritted his teeth and aimed his jeweled staff at Zeke shouting.

“Unholy heretic! I will show you the power of the great clan!”

Wooooow!

The jewel on the staff began to emit a strange light.

Zeke noticed that the man was trying to use his staff to perform the Samjian clan’s magic.

Tsk tsk tsk tsk―

Soon the power of the three eyes and the jewels of the staff resonated and a mandala was carved on the floor ceiling and walls.

Red tree trunks extended from the mandala.

Kugugugugugu―

The red branches moved as if they were alive and tried to wrap around Zig’s body.

Zeke saw this and spoke quietly.

“Caligula.”

At his call Caligula’s eyes flashed and he conveyed his will to the approaching red branches.

Kkuddddddd!

The red branches that were trying to wrap around Zeke began to move on their own ignoring the masked man’s commands.

Woodduduk!

In an instant the red branches grew thicker and thorns began to sprout from various places.

The man wearing the mask was startled when he saw this.

“Oh how is this…?”

The red thornbush moved like a snake and rushed towards the masked man.

The man wearing the mask stepped back in surprise.

“Oh don’t come! Don’t come!”

Under Caligula’s command the thornbush wrapped around the masked man’s feet and dragged him towards Zeke.

“Kwaaaaak!”

He screamed as if he was about to die.

As Zeke gestured Caligula floated into the air and approached the masked man.

Then he took off the mask he was wearing.

There was a trace of bloodshot eyes on his forehead proving that he was a member of the Samjian clan.

He knelt before Zeke led by Caligula’s hand.

The man looked at Zig with his chin trembling as if he was angry at being caught.

“I am Saruhan the holy blood of the Tantra Kingdom! If you harm me you will incur the wrath of the entire kingdom!”

Zeke could clearly feel how arrogant and ignorant the blood-ranking elites who ran the closed Tantric kingdom were.

He clicked his tongue inwardly and then looked at the man and said.

“You said Saruhan. Are you a descendant of the Samjian clan and Shambhala?”

Saruhan looked startled by Zeke’s words.

“Oh how could that be….”

That was when.

A bright red glow appeared on Zeke’s forehead.

Tsk tsk tsk tsk―

All the soldiers around him including Saruhan could not help but be terrified by the clear blood in his eyes that had never been seen before in any of the Holy Bloods.

The soldiers immediately knelt down and bowed their heads toward the blood-spewing Zig.

“Oh my god!”

“Forgive us our sins!”

“It’s raining!”

As the power of absolute dominance merged in his bloodshot eyes an aura of oppression that surpassed that of Blood King Caligula weighed down on the surroundings.

Only then did Saruhan realize that Zeke was not an ordinary human being.

“Seo Seolma Blood King….”

Zig looked down at Saruhan with his bloodshot eyes flashing.

“You dare look straight at me with such lowly blood.”

The Samjian clan of Tantra were descendants of those of lower rank in Shambhala and were not actually allowed to even be in the same space as them.

Saruhan’s face turned pale and he broke out in a cold sweat at Zig’s words.

He shook his head and bowed to Zeke feeling overwhelmed by the ruler’s aura.

“I the lowly servant Saruhan offer my greetings to the great Blood King!”

Zik looked down at the Tantra Samjian clan soldiers kneeling before him including Saruhan.

Then he slowly opened his mouth.

“Saruhan are you the king of the Tantra kingdom?”

Saruhan shook his head at Zeke’s question.

“No that’s not true. I am the captain of the Tantra guard.”

It was difficult to understand how someone with such a bulging belly could become the captain of the guards but it was also evidence that the system of the Tantric kingdom was rotten.

Zig approached Saruhan with his bloodshot eyes shining and spoke.

“Take me to your king right now.”

The Samjian clan could not refuse the voice of the Absolute that pierced their ears.

A new ruler has emerged in the Tantra kingdom.

* * *

thud!

The grand gate of the Tantra Palace opened and a large courtier rushed in.

Originally the Jujiyukrim was held in Daejeon where the king and his subjects discussed state affairs together.

The large blood-laden and blood-stained nobles lay down and ate delicacies and drinks from beautiful maids and everywhere dancers danced coquettishly and musicians sang beside them.

Among them was a young man dressed in the most splendid attire.

This man in magnificent attire was the Tantric king Notales of the most noble blood.

He was holding in his arms the concubine he had recently taken in and was smoking a cigar that was making him dizzy.

At that moment a servant who had come in hurriedly ran to where the king was and spoke out of breath.

“Wow Your Majesty.”

When his subject came next to him and tried to say something King Notales waved his hand as if he was annoyed.

“How dare you breathe your worthless breath on me?”

The subject covered his mouth with his hand at the king’s words.

He lowered his head and continued speaking breathing as quietly as possible.

“That captain of the guard Saruhan has not come out since he entered the pyramid.”

At those words King Notales snorted with an indifferent expression.

“You dare try to ruin my mood with such words? Get out of here. I can’t enjoy the dance because of you!”

At the king’s words the nobles lying around mocked the subject and threw the food and wine they were holding.

“Get out of here!”

“You ruined the fun! Take responsibility!”

The king laughed as if he found the nobles’ ridicule amusing.

But then it happened.

bang!

The door to the main hall opened wide and someone came inside.

“What is it!”

Surprisingly Saruhan and the guards entered the main hall and marched in formation.

King Notales saw this and snickered saying to his subject.

“Look at that. Didn’t you come back? You ruined our fun by going to the middle of there and lifting one foot and imitating an elephant…”

Kwakwakwang!

Before King Notales could finish speaking something flew in and overturned the table containing the food.

The nobles who were drunk on drugs laughed heartily at the blasphemous incident that had just occurred.

“Hahahahaha!”

“What a mess! This is a mess!”

King Notales also burst into laughter when he saw this.

Then when he saw what had messed up the table his expression hardened.

“this…!”

That was because what flew onto the table was a severed head.

The owner of that head was King Notales’ personal executioner and was a cruel man who would torture and execute anyone regardless of age or gender upon receiving the order.

King Notales who realized this stood up from his seat in anger.

“What kind of person dares to do such a thing!”

In an instant Saruhan and the soldiers split into two and one person walked out from among them.

thud!

Zig entered the battlefield with bloodshot eyes shining brightly on his forehead.

King Notales and all the nobles froze at the awe they felt from him.

Zeke looked around at them and slowly opened his mouth.

“Kneel down.”