WHAT! I Have To Kill Heaven's Son To Live!-Chapter 182: Saving The Favorite Supporting Character (4)
Chapter 182: Chapter 182: Saving The Favorite Supporting Character (4)
Reon walked a little farther into the forest until he came upon a massive boulder—roughly five meters high and eight meters wide—nestled between twisted trees and mossy earth.
He narrowed his eyes.
"Hmm... this is it," he muttered, placing a hand on its rough surface. "Looks like an ordinary rock, but this is where the Illusion Formation begins."
From behind, a soft, familiar voice chimed in.
"Master, you’ve arrived."
Cloudia, now in her small fox form, fluttered gently onto his shoulder, her snowy tails wrapping around his neck like a soft scarf.
"Yeah. Good work, Cloudia." Reon replied simply, his gaze fixed forward.
"If Master thinks I’ve done well... shouldn’t I get a reward later?" Cloudia asked softly, her voice laced with playful charm.
Reon smirked. "Of course~"
He refocused on the formation and activated his "Identify" skill.
A faint spiritual glow shimmered across his irises as detailed information about the formation unfolded before him.
A sharp glint passed through his eyes.
’A High-tier Grade-3—Thousand Rocks Illusion Formation? These lowly bandits... how in the hell did they get their hands on something this valuable?’
His brows furrowed deeply.
’Even a High-Class sect or noble family would covet this. There’s no way mere rogue cultivators could set this up themselves.’
’Someone powerful is backing them... someone rich and influential.’
He clenched his fist slightly, thoughts racing.
’The cooldown on my second art is over... I wonder... Can that technique really devour an Illusion Formation?’
’This Thousand Rocks Illusion Formation functions as an offensive type in battle, and as a defensive type when concealing something from ordinary sight.’
He smirked faintly.
’Now... let’s see if it can devour this formation. If it works, this formation will be a useful tool to have later.’
Raising his right hand, a vortex of dark energy began to swirl in his palm, dense and oppressive.
"...Second Art—Devour All Defense!"
WHOOSH!
The air howled as a small black vortex appeared, spinning with a cold hum. The boulder shimmered, its illusion falling apart like a torn cloth—then, within seconds, the whole thing was pulled into the void and vanished.
"Hmm... good, it worked," he muttered, nodding in satisfaction.
But as he looked ahead, even Reon’s eyes widened slightly.
A massive gate, bound with steel, stood about five meters tall. On either side, thick stone walls stretched into the natural cliffside, forming a hidden old fortress deep within the forest.
Moss clung to the cracks, but the structure looked solid and well-maintained.
’A damn fortress... hidden right in the middle of the forest. Just how long have these bastards been operating here?’
Atop the gate, two bandits were stationed.
On the left, one guard leaned lazily on his spear, his gaze drifting over the treetops with bored indifference.
On the left, another sat cross-legged, tearing into roasted meat and guzzling liquor with noisy satisfaction.
The spear-wielding guard suddenly narrowed his eyes toward the trees—then burst into laughter as he caught sight of Reon.
"Hahaha! Brother Kin, look at that idiot! Another clueless fool just stumbled in and is standing there gawking at the rock like it’s some kind of shrine!"
The second guard—Kin Tin—paused mid-bite, a strip of greasy meat still hanging from his mouth as he turned around lazily.
"What the hell are you..."
Before he could finish, his gaze locked onto Reon. The young man wasn’t fumbling around like the usual victims who tripped over their own feet under the Illusion Formation’s influence. freewebnoveℓ.com
No—Reon was walking forward, calm and deliberate, eyes fixed on the gate as if he could see everything clearly.
"Wait a damn second... where the hell are Jou Min and the others?" Kin Tin muttered, his voice turning sharp.
"Didn’t they go out earlier to check out some adventurer with a new girl? Tin Lin came back with the girl, but..."
"Who knows?" the first guard replied with a shrug, still chuckling. "But look at that bastard—he’s about to do the idiot dance just like the rest—"
CRACK!
A loud thud echoed as Kin Tin’s fist smashed into the back of the laughing guard’s head, sending him stumbling.
"You fucking brainless moron!" Kin Tin snapped. "He broke the formation! Look at him! He’s walking toward us like he owns the place. If the formation were still active, he’d be flailing around like a blind pig!"
The other guard froze, face paling.
"W-What?! That’s impossible! No one’s ever broken our Thousand Rock Formation before!"
"Shut your damn mouth!" Kin Tin growled, his eyes narrowing with the sharpness of a blade. "Now’s not the time for shock and awe—go alert everyone inside, now!"
"Y-Yessir! Right away, Brother Kin!"
The panicked guard bolted toward a side structure carved into the stone wall.
Inside, he grabbed a massive warhammer etched with crude runes and rushed back out toward a towering iron bell stationed beside the gate.
With trembling hands, he raised the hammer high—and brought it crashing down.
CLANG!
CLANG!
The iron bell rang out like thunder, shaking the air and sending birds flying from the treetops.
Inside the fortress, chaos stirred like a kicked beehive.
The echo of the bell jolted everyone awake, its sound spreading through the compound.
Bandits who had been lounging lazily—gambling, drinking, laughing—suddenly dropped their cups and dice. Others who were sparring or tormenting helpless captives froze mid-motion.
Within seconds, they were all on their feet, scrambling for weapons and rushing toward the gate, adrenaline surging through their veins.
Even in the old, rust-stained keep at the center of the fortress—a crumbling castle that served as the gang’s base—the alarm reached its peak.
There, lying among torn silks and half-dressed, frail girls, the Gang Leader—a bulky man with a jagged scar across his chest—suddenly sat upright.
"The emergency bell...?" he muttered, his voice rough and venom-laced. "Someone dared to break into my base? Who has the audacity... to invade my territory?"
With a growl, he swung his legs off the bed, grabbed the massive cleaver-like blade resting against the wall, and stomped toward the door.
’A bell rang...? W-What’s going on outside? Did some kind of terrifying beast attack?’ Mei Lin wondered, trembling in her cell as memories of the beast attack on her village flooded back.
’I wonder... if that kind man managed to leave the forest safely.’
...
Outside, the fortress was in full alert.
Dozens of bandits rushed to the upper walls, weapons ready. Over fifty archers lined the battlements, their arrows aimed at the lone figure calmly approaching the gate.
Dust swirled in the tense air. A heavy silence settled over everyone.
At the center of the wall stood Kin Tin, his curved saber catching the last light of day.
He sneered, but a hint of worry showed in his eyes as he watched the stranger walk forward without fear.
"You’ve got guts, bastard," Kin Tin muttered, voice low and tight. "But you just kicked a hornet’s nest you won’t walk away from."
The archer beside him gulped.
"Is he crazy...? He came here alone?"
Kin Tin didn’t answer.
Because deep down—he wondered the same thing.
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