WHAT! I Have To Kill Heaven's Son To Live!-Chapter 185: Saving The Favorite Supporting Character (7)

Chapter 185: Chapter 185: Saving The Favorite Supporting Character (7)

Reon’s eyes narrowed, a flicker of surprise crossing his face.

’Every single one of my threads is imbued with Spiritual Qi... yet their ordinary weapons—without Aura, not even imbued with Spiritual Qi—are tearing through them?’

That shouldn’t have been possible.

Only weapons infused with Aura—a power greater than Spiritual Qi, Mana, or other primary energies—could disrupt or sever energy-infused constructs.

Amidst the chaos of battle, Reon caught sight of a fallen sword on the ground.

As his threads danced around him, slicing down more enemies, his eyes locked onto it.

A faint yellow glow shimmered along the edge of the blade.

’Hmm... it seems their weapons are coated with something... something potent enough to tear through Spiritual Qi–imbued weapons, making even an ordinary swordsman capable of clashing with a Sword Beginner!’

In sword cultivation, an Ordinary Swordsman was one who had just begun learning the blade.

A Sword Beginner had mastered basic forms and could infuse their weapon with Spiritual Qi.

Beyond them stood the Sword User, capable of summoning Sword Aura.

’Something like that does exist in the novel... something even stronger, capable of disrupting Sword Aura. But it was only ever used by them. It shouldn’t be in the hands of mere bandits,’ Reon thought, puzzled.

’I’ll analyze that substance later,’ he thought, decapitating another charging foe with a flick of his thread. ’Right now... there are more pressing matters.’

His eyes grew cold.

’Did they really think coating their weapons with something would give them an edge against me?’

’Naive.’

’They can’t even see my threads. How long can they keep flailing around in the dark, swinging blindly?’

Even as some blades managed to tear through his threads, Reon remained undeterred.

For every strand severed, he conjured another—his killing rhythm never stopping, never faltering.

"AHHHHH!"

"AGGHHHH!?"

The fortress echoed with screams of agony, panic, and the wet thud of bodies collapsing to the blood-soaked stone ground.

"W-What’s happening...?" Pu Lan thought, eyes wide with panic. "The Gang Leader said we could take him down if we attacked head-on, but he’s already slaughtered so many of our men..."

’Did the Gang Leader miscalculate by letting him enter the fortress? Even if we manage to kill him now, the losses are already far too great.’

He clenched his jaw.

’Let’s just follow his orders—for now.’

Pu Lan raised his hand, giving the next signal.

Suddenly—

Whoosh!

Whoosh!

Arrows rained down from above, streaking through the air toward Reon.

’Oh...?’ Reon tilted his head slightly, dodging with graceful ease. ’So the remaining archers are hiding atop the buildings? Clever...’

But then—he noticed something disturbing.

Wherever the arrows struck the ground, the stone beneath melted, corroding in a one-meter radius like deadly acid had been poured on it.

His eyes narrowed.

’They’re using that substance on the arrows too? Tch... These bandits are more cunning than I thought.’

But still...

’At the end of the day—they’re just bandits.’

Reon didn’t stop moving.

With a swift gesture, he grabbed a few nearby stones using his threads and launched them at one of the hidden archers.

CRACK!

"AHHH!"

The archer’s head exploded on impact, lifeless body tumbling from the rooftop.

"He spotted us! Hide—quickly, move somewhere else!" one bandit whispered frantically to the others.

But before he could take another breath—

BANG!

His head burst apart, the building wall behind painted in crimson.

One by one, every archer fell.

’Idiots,’ Reon thought coldly. ’Hiding together in the same place? Okay, I take back what I said about them being cunning.’

And so, the massacre continued.

BAM!

Inside a nearby building, Zu Fen slammed his fist into the wall with a thunderous crack, shattering the stone. His face was twisted with rage.

"Ugh! That bastard’s mowing down my men like he’s swatting flies! I didn’t think direct attacks would fail like this..." frёewebηovel.cѳm

Pu Lan, standing beside him, was no less angry—but his voice remained composed.

"Leader... we can always recruit more grunts from the poor villages. But right now, that man out there is the real problem."

Zu Fen growled.

"Then what do you suggest?"

Pu Lan’s eyes darkened.

"...What if we send out some of the slave girls? If he sees children or innocents, he might hesitate."

A cruel grin crept across Zu Fen’s face.

"Heh... now that’s a good plan. Why didn’t I think of it sooner? Fine—we’ll go with that."

’Because you’re a fool’ Pu Lan thought inwardly.

"And we’ll carry out the other part as well..."

"Understood, Leader." Pu Lan nodded, turning to carry out the order.

Outside, only a handful of bandits—barely ten—remained.

Their bodies trembled uncontrollably as they stared at the mountain of corpses around them.

Blood stained the ground, the air reeked of death, and Reon stood among it all—calm, merciless.

"A-AGHH! That bastard’s a monster! I’m not fighting him!" one bandit screamed, throwing down his weapon and running.

"R-Run! It’s pointless! He’s not even using a weapon—just killing us like a ghost, without even touching us! We can’t even get close!"

"I-I swear! I’ll never be a bandit again! Please, spare me...!" Tin Lin dropped to his knees, sobbing.

But would Reon spare them?

No.

He killed them without hesitation—even the ones who begged.

His mercy was as deadly as his wrath.

No bandits remained.

Reon’s Shadow Threads hung in the air, soaked and dripping with blood, swaying slowly like ghostly tendrils.

His face, his hands, even his robes—splattered crimson.

A living specter of slaughter.

’I guess that’s all of them...’ he thought, his eyes narrowing. ’Only the leader remains.’

But then—he froze.

His gaze locked ahead, his expression turning icy cold—made all the more terrifying by the blood smeared across his face.

There, standing a short distance away, were Zu Fen and Pu Lan, now clad head to toe in heavy full-body armor, the dull steel gleaming faintly with that yellow substance.

And beside them—five children.

Bound. Terrified. Trembling.

One of them—Mei Lin.

Each child’s fragile neck pressed against the edge of Zu Fen’s massive cleaver-like blade.

They shook violently, unable to even cry out.

Then Zu Fen shouted, meeting Reon’s deadly glare with a twisted grin.

"Hey, bastard! Drop your tricks—now! Or these little heads will roll across the dirt like the rest of your victims!"

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