Transcendent Warrior With A Dimensional Shifting

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Minhyuk reflexively drew his greatsword and got into a fighting stance.

His opponent was not a living creature.

It was a large mechanical device in the shape of a horse.

It was covered in golden armor, and a long, blade-shaped horn protruded from its forehead.

Information about it appeared before Minhyuk’s eyes.

＜Heiron’s Iron Steed＞

– A magical weapon created by Heiron, the sorcerer of Sylphir.

– Moves on its own and kills nearby enemies.

A giant weapon powered by magic was guarding the Altar of Protection.

The Iron Steed seemed to be about 5 or 6 meters tall at the shoulder.

It was as big as Teidon.

It was similar to a golem in that it was a mechanical device powered by magical energy, but it was a completely different being.

It was not controlled by a soulstone containing a soul, but by pure artificial intelligence.

Information about it continued to appear before Minhyuk’s eyes.

– Its body is made of steel and covered in armor made of dwarven ingots.

– It can perform various physical attacks.

·Bite

·Horn Stab

·Front Leg Stomp

·Hind Leg Kick

– It can perform various magical attacks.

·Flame

·Lightning

Whoosh-

The Iron Steed gathered flames in its mouth.

The ‘Fall Prevention Armor’ that Minhyuk was currently wearing did not have the ability to block flames.

But it didn’t matter.

A protective barrier spell that could block flames had been cast on his greatsword.

**Whoosh!**

Flames erupted from the Iron Horse’s maw.

Minhyuk thrust his greatsword forward.

**Clang!**

The blade flashed, creating a protective barrier.

The Iron Horse’s flames were like a warm breeze compared to a dragon’s.

The greatsword’s barrier was more than enough to withstand them.

Minhyuk charged straight through the Iron Horse’s flames.

**Clatter, clatter, clatter!**

He galloped toward the Iron Horse at full speed.

The beast could not only breathe fire but also cast lightning magic.

Minhyuk had no way to block lightning yet.

So he would defeat the Iron Horse in one swift blow before it could cast any lightning spells.

**Flash!**

As Minhyuk drew near, the Iron Horse reared up on its front legs.

It was about to crush him with its massive hooves.

Minhyuk ignored the creature’s movements and charged inward.

**Whoosh!**

The Iron Horse brought its hooves down on the spot where Minhyuk’s head had been.

The speed was incredible.

Even for Minhyuk, who had superhuman physical abilities, it would have been difficult to dodge.

But Minhyuk did not panic.

**Clang!**

A blue light flashed from Minhyuk’s sword.

Not only the blade but his entire body glowed.

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The Iron Horse’s hooves landed on Minhyuk’s head.

But it was only an afterimage that the hooves had struck.

Minhyuk had moved with blinding speed, leaving behind an afterimage.

His real body was already behind the Iron Horse.

**Swish!**

Minhyuk swung his sword at the Iron Horse’s neck.

The greatsword, forged from dragon bone, easily severed the Iron Horse’s neck.

**Thud!**

The Iron Horse’s head rolled to the ground.

Its movements ceased.

＜**Hieron’s Iron Horse has been disabled.**＞

**Whew!**

Minhyuk exhaled sharply.

It was not a sigh of relief from the tension breaking.

He was panting heavily, having exhausted a tremendous amount of stamina.

The technique Minhyuk had just used was the Drake family’s secret swordsmanship.

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‘It’s my first time using it in actual combat.’

He’d been consistently learning swordsmanship from General Drake and had finally mastered the ultimate technique.

He could momentarily increase his body’s speed several times over by accumulating strength within his body and releasing it explosively.

However, the stamina consumption was enormous.

Swish-

Minhyuk raised his sword at the deactivated Steel Horse.

The battle wasn’t over yet.

Rustle-

The Steel Horse’s head, which had fallen to the ground, rose into the air.

Then it reattached itself to the body.

The Steel Horse, like most magical tools, was equipped with an automatic repair function.

Flash-

A red glow flickered in its eyes.

＜ Heron’s Steel Horse has resumed operation. ＞

Clatter-

Minhyuk once again ran towards the Steel Horse with all his might.

He intended to finish it off before it could attack.

Pow-

Minhyuk’s speed increased as he executed the secret sword technique.

He cleanly sliced off its neck.

Thud-

The Steel Horse’s head fell to the ground and rolled.

＜ Heron’s Steel Horse is now inoperable. ＞

But it still wasn’t over.

Rustle-

Once again, the Steel Horse’s head floated into the air and reattached itself to the body.

Since its neck would be restored by the automatic repair function even if it was cut, the only way to end the fight was to exhaust its mana.

Swish-

Swish-

Minhyuk continued to use the secret technique, cutting and re-cutting the revived creature’s neck.

‘This is killing me.’

In the past, when General Drake had used the secret sword technique against Minhyuk, his stamina had been completely depleted.

That was because the general was old.

Even in his prime, he could only execute the technique three times in a row.

However, Minhyuk, with his superhuman stamina, could use it more than ten times in a row.

But he didn’t intend to keep using only the secret sword technique.

“Inventory.”

Pow-

A refrigerator appeared before his eyes.

Minhyuk took out a Gatling gun.

‘It’s a good weapon, so it would be a waste not to use it.’

Clack-

He fired the machine gun at the Steel Horse.

The six barrels rotated at high speed, and the muzzle spewed fire.

Bullets made of a unique metal material were fired at an incredible rate of 3,000 rounds per minute.

The Steel Horse’s body was instantly riddled with holes.

Swish-

The damn thing recovered again with its automatic repair function.

Clack-

Minhyuk poured bullets into it without mercy.

‘Eat up!’

He had plenty of ammo.

A 500-round magazine was like a pack of instant noodles.

Those very noodles that were known for their spiciness.

When he ran out of ammo, all he had to do was go to the local convenience store or supermarket and buy those noodles.

‘Let’s see if you run out of magic power first, or if our neighborhood spicy chicken stir-fried noodles run out first!’

Clack-

Minhyuk poured out bullets without hesitation.

And after a while,

Finally, the Steel Horse’s magic power was exhausted and it stopped working.

Minhyuk looked at the Steel Horse and muttered,

“Damn… How many packs of noodles did you eat?”

Minhyuk, having gotten rid of the hindrance, approached the altar of protection again.

＜Use the magic bead to repair the altar of protection.＞

＜If successful, you will receive 72 hours of precious time as a reward.＞

Fortunately, the altar was not damaged or anything.

All he needed was a magic bead to restore the area of protection.

‘But how do I repair the altar?’

It would be nice to have a dragon’s heart.

However, there was no telling when he would be able to hunt a dragon again.

If he could get a magic bead of about the same level as Teidon’s, he could do a fairly meaningful repair.

However, finding prey of that level was no easy task either.

‘Let’s go outside first.’

He had risked his life doing excavation work to get down here, but getting back outside was a piece of cake.

Minhyuk took Gaon out of the refrigerator.

He had already set up this Gaon and its pair on the ground.

Snap-

A blue curtain of light appeared under the arch of Gaon.

Minhyuk walked into the light.

And so, they emerged onto the surface.

General Tarman, who had been leading the search, rushed over to Minhyuk and reported.

“Your Majesty! We have found a survivor!”

***

Munch, munch-

An ashen-haired old man ravenously devoured his food.

Clad in rags and with soot covering his face, he was the former Minister of the King of Sylphir.

He introduced himself as someone who had been in charge of administrative affairs in the royal palace.

He mumbled with his mouth full, clutching buns in both hands.

Yet his gaze, fixed on the other bun in front of him, resembled that of a serpent eyeing its prey.

Professor Raymon handed him a cup of water and said.

“Eat slowly. No one is going to take it from you.”

“Th, thank you…”

After a while,

Only when he had eaten his fill did he finally take notice of the people who had given him the food.

“Who are you people? I’ve never seen your emblems before.”

He stared at the emblem engraved on Professor Raymon’s armor.

Minhyuk had designed a new emblem to be used by the United Empire and had it engraved on the armor of his soldiers.

The name of the empire was still Asdel, but the soul that resided within it had changed.

“We are from the Asdel Empire. By order of His Majesty Emperor Michael.”

“The Emperor of Asdel has changed? As far as I remember, the Asdel Emperor had only one princess as his heir…”

“Asdel is no longer the empire of the Marcus Imperial Family.”

Just then, a soldier outside the tent shouted.

“His Majesty the Emperor has arrived!”

As Raymon stood up, the old man hurriedly rose to his feet as well.

The old man bowed deeply towards Minhyuk, who had just entered the tent.

“Greetings to Your Majesty, Emperor of the Asdel Empire!”

Minhyuk helped him up and then asked him what he wanted to know.

Why had the Altar of Protection here lost all its power?

And were there any other survivors?

“It’s all because of Heron! He is the culprit behind our nation’s ruin!”

Heron was the name of the warlock who had created the magical weapon in the form of a horse.

He was an influential figure among all of Sylphir’s warlocks.

“He came to the King of Sylphir and asked for permission to approach the Altar of Protection. He said that he could expand the territory of Protection even without the Mana Stone.”

Minhyuk had heard a similar story from the princess.

When she was young, Sylphir’s warlocks had come to Asdel and made the same proposal to the late emperor.

When the late emperor refused, they had tried to approach the Altar of Protection in secret, and a battle had ensued.

“The foolish King of Sylphir believed his words.”

Plagued by the dwindling territory of Protection day by day, the King of Sylphir had been tempted by Heron’s proposal.

He had granted him permission to approach the Altar of Protection.

“Of course, that was a blatant lie. Their goal was to exploit the Altar’s magic for themselves!”

Hieron and his fellow Warlocks had been using the Altar’s magic to power their enchanted weapons.

The king of the Sylphs had been slow to realize what was happening, and by the time he had mobilized his army to suppress them, it was too late.

They were helpless against their enchanted weaponry.

Just like that, the heart of their kingdom had fallen into the hands of the Warlocks.

“As they continued to recklessly drain the Altar’s magic, the Sanctuary’s domain rapidly shrank. The edge of the domain had already reached the inner castle, but they paid it no mind.”

As the Sanctuary’s domain continued to shrink, the interior of the Sylphs’ castle transformed into a living hell.

The population density increased while food production decreased.

The citizens turned into a mob, and there was rampant robbery, murder, and rape.

“It was pointless to even call the atrocities committed by the mob ‘crimes.’ The moment law and order collapsed, I realized that humans were no different from wild beasts who preyed on the weak.”

In the midst of all this, the Sanctuary’s domain continued to shrink.

There were those who bravely attempted to reclaim the Altar of Sanctuary from the Warlocks.

However, none of them emerged as heroes.

They all died futile deaths at the hands of the enchanted weaponry.

“In the end… the Sylphs perished as starving parents resorted to cannibalism…”

As he uttered those words, the old man shed bitter tears.

Minhyuk refrained from asking how he had managed to survive.

He waited for the old man to calm down before asking another question.

“Are there any other survivors besides you?”

“There are! Those damned Warlocks are still alive!”

They had used the last of the Altar’s magic to charge their enchanted weapons and armor.

And then they had packed up their belongings and left.

“Where did they go?”

The old man pointed north with his finger.

“They went to the Magic Tower in the northern snowfields.”

“Why did they go to the Magic Tower?”

“To hunt the Wyvern.”

“Wyvern?”

A Wyvern was a being similar to a dragon, yet distinct.

The legend that a Wyvern resided in the Magic Tower was known to all Sylphs.

The Warlocks’ goal was to hunt the Wyvern and obtain its magic crystal.

Hmm—

Minhyuk looked towards the north.

If he could obtain the Wyvern’s heart before the Warlocks, he could restore the Sylphs’ Altar.

‘I was planning on going there anyway.’

He had to explore the Magic Tower and hunt the Wyvern immediately.