Return of the Sword God-Rank Civil Servant novel Chapter 438

“St—stop....”

How much time had passed?

Hex threw off the peculiar arrogance he’d worn pretending to be a British noble and started begging pitifully for his life.

He couldn’t help it.

Su-ho had laid a horrendous punishment on Hex, who had tried to flee alone—endlessly repeating cutting and healing.

Su-ho paused from what might have been his hundredth slash and cast Heal once more.

[ Heal is activated. ]

‘This takes me back.’

Doing work that forced pain and recovery to iterate without end reminded him of the past.

Right after regression, in the first Gate, he had done just this to the boss Hobgoblin to obtain a pressure-type skill.

In that sense, Hex was worse off than the boss Hobgoblin.

Because when the boss Hobgoblin felt fear toward Su-ho, he at least had the exit of death; but if Hex looked like he was about to lose his mind, Su-ho even treated his psyche with the [Ring of Joy and Sorrow].

At length, after checking the time, Su-ho severed the nerves in Hex’s ankles and wrists, then spoke to Guiyeong.

“Guiyeong, drag him over here.”

Crunch!

Guiyeong clamped onto Hex’s forearm and dragged him along.

No scream came from Hex’s mouth.

He had hit the pressure points in advance.

Leisurely, Su-ho walked back to where Hiro was waiting.

As if he were out walking a dog.

“I’m back.”

“Have you returned?”

“Oh, looks like you were pretty busy on your own?”

Mountains of Wild Rabbit corpses lay around them.

Hiro smiled amiably.

“Yes, they kept coming even if I stood still, so I just cut them all down as they came.”

“Good work. Was it hard?”

“Ordinarily it might have been tight, but once I got your buffs I could handle it alone just fine.” 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝘦𝓌𝑒𝑏𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝘭.𝒸𝘰𝑚

“My Blessing is pretty good.”

“Almost pope-level. As expected of you, Master.”

“Any injuries?”

“No, just some minor cuts and scrapes.”

“Yeah?”

[ Heal is activated. ]

When Su-ho healed his wounds, Hiro bowed his head deeply.

“Thank you.”

“No, more importantly—what about Alex?”

“He’s over there, quietly curled up.”

It was true.

Where Hiro pointed, Alex, who had lost so much blood his face was extremely pale, was quietly crumpled up.

Su-ho gave the guy a quick once-over and chuckled.

“If he were a normal person, he would’ve died long ago from hemorrhage. But he’s a tank—cockroach-level staying power.”

“Seems that way. By the way, did you bring Hex?”

“Huh? He’s right here.”

“Huh? This was Hex? I thought the dog had some rag in its mouth or something.”

“He’s not a dog, he’s a wolf.”

He knew that, but feigned ignorance to mock him.

Mockery aside, Hex had been dragged a very long way, and he’d become so ragged it was hard to tell if he was trash or a bundle of rags.

Su-ho patted Guiyeong’s head.

“Good job, Guiyeong.”

Guiyeong dipped his head.

After that, he unsummoned Guiyeong, then woke the fainted Hex.

“Get up.”

“......”

“Not getting up?”

Hex didn’t stir.

He wasn’t dead.

So, kindly, Su-ho cut his ankle to rouse him.

“Mmmmmmph!!”

“Now you’re up.”

With his pressure points struck he couldn’t even let out a clean scream.

Su-ho released the pressure points on the awakened Hex and tossed him down next to Alex.

[ Heal is activated. ]

[ Recovery is activated. ]

After that, Su-ho treated both of them cleanly.

Naturally, the ankles that had been severed by the sword did not regenerate.

Only the cut stumps had closed.

It didn’t matter.

Su-ho didn’t care in the slightest about the limbs those bastards had lost.

Soon he stepped up to them, looking down at the two as he spoke.

“How does it feel to see each other again?”

“You son of a...!”

“......”

Alex bared his teeth and glared at Hex.

Hex avoided Alex’s gaze.

The sight was so satisfying that Su-ho smiled as he spoke.

“Childhood pals turned mortal enemies overnight. In that spirit, I’ll make you a proposal.”

Su-ho summoned the blood-forged sword again and drove it into the ground.

Crunch!

The solid Blood Sword sank into the ground with a heavy sound.

To someone, that sound would be downright chilling.

For example, anyone who had been cut by that Blood Sword.

Thus, both men swallowed dryly as they looked at Su-ho’s blade.

“Spill everything you know. Then I’ll spare one of you. Who’s first?”

“I—I’ll talk!”

“Like hell you will!!”

Thwack!!

At the prospect of being spared, Hex opened his mouth first; Alex rammed a fist into Hex’s face, and Hex went rolling to the side.

“You son of a bitch!!”

Furious, Hex drew a weapon.

He’d lost one ankle, but both hands still worked.

At that, Alex also drew his weapon.

Alex’s position was a tank, but that didn’t mean he only ever carried a shield.

Alex, too, quickly drew a blunt weapon and all but threw himself at Hex.

“Die! Die! You bastard!!”

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