Return of the Sword God-Rank Civil Servant novel Chapter 384

“Great King!”

“Yeah, I’m here.”

KANG!

After knocking aside Lü Tian’s spear with the Blood Sword, Su-ho drove his foot into Lü Tian’s chest.

KWA-A-AANG!!

Kicked away, Lü Tian flew far off and smashed into a wall.

A thunderous boom rang out, and the wall caved in.

“Lü Tian!!”

“Lü Tian!!”

Belatedly taking in Lü Tian’s damage, Guan Long and Zhang Hui rushed over to tend to him.

In that time, Su-ho helped the battalion-commander Lizardman back up. Naturally, his current appearance was that of the familiar red Lizardman.

“You okay?”

“Yes, I’m fine, Great King.”

“Fine? With your arm like that?”

Seeing the battalion commander’s arm, Su-ho used a skill.

[ Heal is activated. ]

[ Recovery is activated. ]

Light burst forth, and the severed arm sprouted back in an instant.

Su-ho’s vast mana and the Lizardmen’s innate regenerative power harmonized.

As the arm was restored in a blink, the battalion commander’s eyes went wide.

“G-Great King, th-this power...!”

“Just simple treatment. Anyway, I’m a bit late, huh? Sorry.”

“Tsrat, not at all. I firmly believed the Great King would come.”

It was true.

He could still vividly recall what Su-ho had said as he drove the Guiyeong Spear into the ground before everyone’s eyes prior to leaving the Yalu.

“I am always watching over you!!”

That was why all the Lizardmen could act as if Su-ho were watching them, even in his absence.

Of course, once the Guiyeong Spear entered Stage 5, the spear vanished—but the Lizardmen’s loyalty to Su-ho had not changed.

“Lü Tian, you okay?”

“Hey, you alright?”

Meanwhile, Guan Long and Zhang Hui propped Lü Tian up.

But Lü Tian’s condition was hardly good.

“Wow... that Red Dragon King’s kick is insane.”

Lü Tian wiped the blood at the corner of his mouth.

It wasn’t theatrics.

From the feel of it, his ribs were broken.

The Trident were flummoxed.

They were all over level 200.

Yet a single kick had cracked Lü Tian’s ribs.

Lü Tian pulled a high-grade potion from his inventory and downed it.

Guan Long spoke with a worried look.

“Hey, you gonna be okay?”

“What’s not okay? Still... I can see why they call that bastard the Red Dragon King on Waver. He didn’t get ‘king’ slapped on him for nothing.”

Lü Tian rose to his feet and leveled his weapon again.

Then, eyes hardening, he spoke to Guan Long and Zhang Hui.

“Focus. This is going to be rough.”

“Good.”

“Got it.”

At Lü Tian’s words, Guan Long and Zhang Hui took their places at his side.

Seeing that, Su-ho addressed the battalion-commander Lizardman he’d healed.

“I don’t need support. Pull the youngsters back. If there are wounded, prioritize their care.”

“Tsrat, understood. But are you truly alright on your own?”

“Are you worrying about me right now?”

At the battalion commander’s concern, Su-ho grinned.

Seeing that smile, the battalion commander let out a faint chuckle.

“Tsrat, it seems I misspoke.”

“It’s not quite a misspeak—I’ll take it as a joke. So watch carefully. See who they’ve messed with, and what I am.”

Su-ho stepped forward with the Blood Sword resting on his shoulder and spoke.

“Pleasure to meet you—the Trident brothers, right?”

“Hm?”

“Eh?”

“Huh?”

At Su-ho acting like he knew them, the Trident trio’s eyes briefly bulged.

Naturally so.

“Trident” was a nickname people used; they hadn’t imagined a monster in front of them would know it.

“Yo...”

“What was that just now?”

“How does that thing know our nickname?”

I can hear you, you clowns.

Suppressing a chuckle, Su-ho said,

“There’s plenty more to be shocked about. What are you waiting for, not coming at me? But do you think you’ll manage in that half-baked state?”

“What?”

“That’s not your real power. Quit fooling around and lay all your cards on the table.”

Continuing, Su-ho slowly slid the Blood Sword off his shoulder and said,

“Or you’ll be pissing blood.”

“Ha.”

“This bastard...!”

“Fine. Have it your way.”

The taunt hit home.

With the corners of his mouth lifted, Su-ho watched them; properly provoked, the three began activating their respective skills in unison.

“Come forth, Fangtian Huaji.”

“Answer the summons, Green Dragon Crescent Blade.”

“Your turn, Zhangba Serpent Spear.”

FWOOOOSH!

The Trident’s skill activation.

They had used Weapon Summoning.

As the summoning took effect, the weapons in their hands began to blaze with light, and the arms of old wielded by Romance of the Three Kingdoms heroes settled into each man’s grip.

‘Well, been a while. The Three Kingdoms trio.’

Lü Tian’s Fangtian Huaji.

Guan Long’s Green Dragon Crescent Blade.

Zhang Hui’s Zhangba Serpent Spear.

Amazingly, their weapons were the very beloved arms of Lü Bu, Guan Yu, and Zhang Fei—those famed heroes of the Three Kingdoms.

Not fakes or replicas.

They were Players who had inherited the concepts of Lü Bu, Guan Yu, and Zhang Fei themselves; their traits were what you’d call “Personage Traits.”

‘Like Black Heracles from my past life.’

The difference from Black Heracles being that they weren’t made so by clearing some quest—they were born with their Personage Traits.

Thus, among Players, they were the only ones who possessed the genuine concepts of Lü Bu, Guan Yu, and Zhang Fei.

Personage Traits were Unique Traits, after all.

Accordingly, not only their weapons but their garb, features, and even their air subtly evoked Lü Bu, Guan Yu, and Zhang Fei.

Su-ho said,

“That all?”

“For you, this is plenty.”

“Move.”

“Kill him!”

THUD!

Cutting off their words, the three pushed off the ground in unison.

The earth dented and the ground rumbled; exuding power incomparable to before, they closed on Su-ho at high speed.

Su-ho stood his ground.

Instead, his lizard-typical yellow eyes flashed like gold as he savored their approach.

Two seconds... one second...

As the brief, second-level countdown ended, three spearpoints were already thrust toward him.

Yet to Su-ho, they still looked slow.

So slow he could see the deep furrow between their brows as they focused behind their outstretched, long-limbed spears.

Su-ho’s Heatstorm wasn’t some electric fan breeze—it was truly scorching hot wind.

Su-ho had no plans to kill them.

But neither did he plan to let them go gently.

So he prodded them, like teasing.

Barely coming to their senses through the Heatstorm, Lü Tian shouted,

“Damn it! The gap’s too big! Bring it out!”

“Already?!”

“You saw the difference in power! We go all-out from the start!”

“Alright!”

“Final formation—now!”

Coughing blood as he barked the plan, the three planted their respective weapons into the ground so they wouldn’t be blown away again.

Then they began to exude mana far beyond, incomparable to before.

“Summon!”

“Summon!”

“Summon!”

All three shouted at once.

Their backs flashed—and from there, high-pitched whinnies rang out.

“Neeeeigh!”

Horses’ cries peeled through the air.

What surged from behind them were the famed steeds that had once dominated the Three Kingdoms.

Two Red Hares and one Piao Yuewu.

Seeing it, Su-ho let out a mild sound of admiration.

“Ah, finally seeing that.”

Red Hare was the mount of Lü Bu, but after Lü Bu died, Guan Yu rode it.

So some remembered Red Hare as Guan Yu’s horse.

Accounting for that, the system granted Red Hare to Players bearing the Personage Traits of both Lü Bu and Guan Yu.

Piao Yuewu was the black horse that Zhang Fei rode—so only one was summoned.

This was the Trident’s final power. These were upgrade traits you could only obtain after hitting at least level 200.

Letting out a long-held breath, Lü Tian said,

“The horses are out. No more getting pushed around.”

“Obviously.”

“Whatever it takes—we kill him.”

Truly the Trident.

They thought of themselves as true heroes.

So the idea of fleeing in disgrace wasn’t even a speck in their minds.

They had a pact among themselves—to die in style, if they were going to die.

And that pact was a story so famous that even Su-ho knew it well.

Dispelling the Heatstorm, Su-ho smiled.

“Ready?”

“Move!”

“Kill!”

“Uraaaaaaah!!”

The three charged at Su-ho.

Su-ho still held his ground.

With a ferocity beyond compare to before, the Trident hurtled toward him.

When they reached optimal range, Su-ho swung his sword.

SKEERCH!

A line carved through space. And then—

FWOOOOSH!

Liquid geysered up.

But it wasn’t water.

It was blood.

Horse blood.

At the same time, the heads of two red horses and one black horse leapt into the air.

For a brief moment, Su-ho became Kim Yu-sin.

Kim Yu-sin for three men, at that.