## Chapter 306 – Lingering Scent of Flowers
“Come now, let’s enjoy ourselves. You never know, do you? If I like you, I might spare you. Well, even if I’m not satisfied, it’ll be a good memory for you, won’t it?”
Sensing that this very moment was my last chance to fight against death, I immediately drew my sword and leaped to my feet. ㅡNo thinking of side effects or future consequencesㅡIf I don’t kill her here, I’m dead!
“Feel free to use my body as you wiㅡ”
“ㅡFuck off.”
A surprise sword strike.
An ultimate blow drawing upon all the inner force in my body. The secret technique of the Chief’s Swordsmanship, Chief’s Slash. An unreal flame erupts from the scabbard’s opening as my entire body’s mana and muscles explode.
ㅡCrackle!!!!
“You monster bitch.”
The bursting blade shoots out, aiming for the top of Allaune’s head with ferocious momentum. The sound of steel tearing through the air was like a madman’s scream, an explosion that didn’t exist in reality. ㅡI’ll split you in two in one go.
ㅡThwack!
“Hmm.”
However, my surprise attack was blocked by a vine that rose faster than my speed. ㅡFshhh… Even with the ultimate blow honed to its limit, it couldn’t even completely sever the vine.
Smoke rises from the partially embedded blade.
I failed…
“How strange. My body should be very attractive to men… I was confident in my figure… Could it be that you have a different preference? How lamentable.”
“No.”
Allaune, who effortlessly defended against my best, looked at my face with a puzzled expression, appearing utterly relaxed.
Whether a monster is beautiful, pretty, or exudes sex appeal, it has nothing to do with me.
Allaune is just a demon.
Taking human form, speaking like a human, yet lost in a magic deeper than the abyss.
The only things allowed for such beings are death, salvation, and purification. I am a Cheonma. A Cheonma never acknowledges such beings.
And at the same time as being a Cheonma.
I am.
A Daemon Hunter.
“I am Daemon Hunter Kim Kat.”
A Daemon Hunter, one who kills daemons.
That I would take a daemon?
Ha. What a joke.
There’s no joke like that.
“I just hate you because you’re a monster bitch, you fucking piece of shit. What the fuck do you think human lives are worth, you crazy bitch? Didn’t your mom teach you about the value of life, you fucking cunt?”
I mocked her, putting strength into pulling the blade stuck in the vine.
This is all a problem with family education. It seems that this bitch didn’t receive proper family education because her parents were into dark magic, and that’s why she turned out like this.
“You’re using such harsh language?”
“Then, you fucking bitch, should I speak prettily to someone like you?”
“Heh heh heh. Yes, that’s a natural reaction.”
Allaune seemed to see my curses as nothing more than the struggles of someone facing death. She wasn’t angry; rather, she seemed to enjoy it. It’s like she’s just enjoying the reactions of someone about to die.
Actually, that’s true.
My actions are just a desperate struggle.
However, to die without even struggling.
I can’t accept that.
Even if I die, I wanted to land one blow. Sorry, Claudia. Winia. And Karin. I’m also sorry, Lady Risha. I’m sorry, Elise. I’m going to die here.
“You humans are just nutrients to me. Aren’t we different species to begin with? Heh heh heh… That’s how it was designed, and it’s just the law of the jungle. Rather, isn’t it a good thing that I give you a chance to speak and think about your family before eating you?”
Crazy bitch.
“Try to have a kind heart and live, you piece of shit. What’s so great about making someone who’s about to be eaten reminisce? It’s just a fucking insult.”
“But that’s my only pleasure.”
“Pleasure my ass.”
ㅡThwack.
Whether it was the effect of putting in strength, the sword was finally pulled out. I immediately lowered the unconscious Copson to the floor and took a stance, pointing the sword.
She’s still being leisurely.
So even when I take a stance, she just stands still.
To be honest, the chance of dying is close to 100%. But that’s the figure when I give up. If I don’t give up, there’s a 1% or 2% chance.
Don’t I have to see my wives again alive?
“So, you’re thinking of attacking? Hmm, stop it. It’ll hurt a lot.”
“I’m going to die anyway, so I have to struggle.”
“Hoh? I like that spirit. Truly a manly spirit… And to resist my temptation until the end…”
ㅡClap.
As Allaune clapped her hands, the vine table and chairs disappeared. Her height, standing up, was about 2m. I feel a serious pressure.
“A very rare thing, no. It’s the first time. So my pride is hurt.”
She says, scanning her body with a suggestive look and gesture.
“To make me, the Queen of Flowers, feel this way… is too great a sin. Not many can embrace me, the Queen. You should have thought of it as luck and used this place of mine.”
She certainly has an attractive figure.
I think her long legs and large breasts are very good. Her openly exposed genitals are also a good part.
“My children.”
ㅡRustle.
ㅡRustle.
ㅡRustle.
At those words, the boundaries of the garden opened, and dryads appeared. There were easily dozens. Maybe close to a hundred. All the dryads in the jungle had gathered at her call.
…There are a lot.
Killing them all is a difficult task.
ㅡTee hee hee hee.
ㅡTee hee hee hee.
ㅡTee hee hee hee.
The dryads, snickering, narrowed the distance little by little.
A thick scent of flowers wafts from all directions, all of them with flowers in their hair. As expected, the queen is a queen. Does she command all these beings?
ㅡBut I don’t run away.
Isn’t Copson passed out here, sleeping soundly? Originally, children of the new nation need to sleep well to grow.
It is my duty to help him grow.
“Come on, you dark magic bastards. It won’t be boring on the way to the afterlife.”
“Heh heh heh. I’m really curious how far that attitude will go. Aren’t you hiding your fear with ferocity?”
“That’s right. I’m fucking scared right now.”
Unless emotions are suppressed, fear can never be driven out. It’s just being suppressed. In fact, I’m so scared right now that I’m about to faint.
“But just because I’m scared doesn’t mean I have to bow down to you crazy flower freaks. Right? And put some fucking clothes on, you look like shit.”
Yes.
I am Cheonma Kim Kat.
I constantly repeat the word Cheonma in my head. Thinking that way, the fear that was pressed down by the heavy name of Cheonoecheon sinks into the depths of darkness.
Self-hypnosis pushed to the limit has become enough to control even my emotions.
“Hmm… yes, that would be good.”
Perhaps she’s displeased that I’m rebelling against her words as queen. She gave a vicious smile and said to the dryads as if declaring.
“Do as you please with the child who is collapsed over there. However, I would prefer that you do not injure that black-haired child.”
…Is it already certain that things will go her way?
But subduing me without injuring me would be extremely difficult.
“Heh heh heh. Yes, it would be a waste to use such an interesting child as nutrients right away. It might be okay to use him as a husband instead of nutrients. A confident child I met as soon as I opened my eyes… Yes, it might be fate. It seems there are no Green Dragons either, so there shouldn’t be any problems expanding the territory.”
What? Husband?
“He also seems to have plenty of essence…”
With those words, Allaune, wearing a gentle smile, spoke to me in a kind tone. A voice that would never suit a daemon.
“I will use you as my husband for the time being. I am granting your wish to spare you, so know it as an honor.”
“This crazy bitch is talking about being a husband.”
Well, is that so?
Instead of nutrients, I’ll have my semen extracted endlessly to produce monsters and flourish the jungle?
I don’t want such a miserable end.
“I’m married, you fucking bitch.”
“Hoh?”
Allaune, showing interest at those words, smiled viciously.
“Then there will be the taste of taking and the taste of defiling.”
You dirty NTR bastard!
“Don’t worry. You will soon fall for me, so let’s expand our power together. Let’s fill this jungle with you and my children.”
Am I Typhon?
“So fucking disgusting.”
To become a monster’s stud in this kind of jungle is nothing but an absurd statement. No more words are needed. I immediately drew up the mana that had been more than 50% consumed by the previous strike.
“Go.”
ㅡFlash!
As she signaled by reaching out her hand, the dryads positioned in all directions rushed at me. Each one of them rushing with sharp claws was taking human form, but they were extremely monstrous.
“Chief’s Swordsmanship.”
Left, right.
And front and sky.
They fly and surge from all imaginable directions. It’s truly a green tide. It’s a similar feeling to the man-eating plants that were stretching out their tentacles. As if hypnotizing myself, I recited the Chief’s Swordsmanship in a low voice and spread the drawn-up mana throughout my body.
ㅡShhhhhh!!
ㅡShhhhhh!
ㅡShhh! Shhhhhh!!
I’ll show you the essence of a killing swordsmanship that has been extremely trained!
“Chief’s Sword Dance!!”
ㅡWhoosh!
My experience! My muscles! My mana! Drawing an extremely efficient trajectory, they lacerate the space! ㅡWhoosh! The air screamed at the wind sound and ferocity as if a whirlwind was blowing!
ㅡShhhh!!
The first severed dryad turns into leaves and disappears.
The following attacks are two, three. No, I can’t count anymore! They were rushing in so densely that not a single ray of light could enter!
The space belonged to the dryads, but I’m trying to take it away.
ㅡYou can’t beat me!
“Kieeeeeeeeeeeeeeek!!!!!!!!!!”
A frenzied shout erupts!
The ecstasy of the sword. The state of oblivion. My past experiences and actual combat become the strongest shield, protecting me while cutting down enemies.
ㅡShhhhh!!
ㅡShhhhh!!!
The more I move, the more mana melts into my muscles.
Mana was not being consumed in the fierce battle; rather, it was recovering. The blade, gaining acceleration and becoming even faster, is imbued with even greater power…!
Victory cannot be guaranteed.
Survival is also unclear.
But I…!
Transcend.
The realm.
“Unstoppable impulse Dejaaaaaaaaat!!!!!!!”
The blade becomes blurred.
At the same time, consciousness also becomes blurred.
When the blurred thing regained its shape, the blade, like morning piss, stretched out in three directions, drawing a bizarre curve and instantly severing the necks of three dryads.
This… sword strike is…!
“Tearing out my heart!”
ㅡShhhhhh!!!
Kill, and kill again!
ㅡShhhhhh!!
Their sorcery didn’t work on me, and the attacks that were embedded in my body also returned to nothing. The steel armor containing humanity’s omnipotence, gauntlets, and greaves blocked all the sharp claws, and the quilted armor and shoulder pads were also being torn apart, but that was it.
There are no critical hits.
I deflect the attacks flying towards my neck and head with the blade.
The equipment I had diligently worked and collected all this time responds to my will! Right now, I am a one-man fortress in itself! Who can beat me, the Diamond Cheonma clad in steel!
“You unworthy bastards!!!”
You can’t kill me!
“I will never forgive you!”
ㅡScreeeeeeeech!!
A large iron-colored trajectory overwhelms the space.
ㅡA typhoon of sword strikes rages.
The severed dryads change into leaves, covering the sky and the ground… Ha, it reminds me of the fallen leaves I swept on an autumn day. Sweeping and sweeping again, but they are scattered by the wind, just like thenㅡ
“Cheonma Descent Step.”
ㅡThwack!
I stomp on the ground and shake off the encirclement.
The feet of the dryads who have lost their balance leave the ground. My sword dance is not over yet. I cut down the defenseless targets floating in the air like meat.
“Weak and foolish bastards.”
The number of dryads that had been close to a hundred is gradually decreasing. Nevertheless, they have been faithfully rushing in according to the queen’s orders.
“How can plants beat iron?”
ㅡYou can’t reach me.
“How can plants beat Cheonma?”
Slash! I cut diagonally, severing the flying one, and immediately rotate, slicing the front in all directions horizontally. As a result, four dryads turn into leaves.
“How can!!”
From left and right, from behind. The bastards rush in. Some of them were aiming for a gap to grab Copson’s ankles and drag him away.
“Plants!!!”
ㅡI won’t allow it.
I block the kidnapping by flying a sword strike, protecting Copson.
“Can you beat me!!!!!!!!!”
ㅡKieeeeeeeeeeeeeeek!!!!
The roar overwhelms the garden.
