Return of the Sword God-Rank Civil Servant novel Chapter 321

It’s finally out.

The first-generation Skeleton Lich, the original among the Lords of the Greedy Thrones.

Skeleton Lich Poidin.

As the system alert rang out, the concentrated mana exploded, sending out a massive blast of wind.

Fwoooooooooooosh!!

[ Hundred Pounds Throw activates. ]

CRACK!

Su-ho used Hundred Pounds Throw to anchor himself in place.

And just as the mana explosion ended—

Goooooooo...

The sound of the atmosphere being torn apart.

It was the sound of the soot-colored smoke dispersing after the explosion, and from within that black haze, the first-generation Skeleton Lich Poidin revealed himself.

Su-ho looked up to check the name tag above its head.

– Skeleton Lich Poidin Lv.275

An utterly absurd level.

The entry limit for the gate was Level 200, and yet the boss in the final phase had reached Level 275.

Completely insane.

It had been the same in his previous life.

According to the Loganhell reports from back then, the gate’s entry level had started at 300, and Poidin’s level had been in the mid-300s.

Back then, Poidin had been unanimously considered the strongest boss monster in all of North Korea.

Compared to that, this is lenient. But still, 275? Seriously?

Of course, the system had its reasons for setting such an outrageous level.

Poidin wasn’t a monster designed to be taken down solo or by a small group of five.

The Loganhell Gate allowed up to 300 participants.

In game terms, Poidin was a textbook ultra-large raid boss meant to be tackled by a full assault force.

Which is why Su-ho decided to stop complaining.

– ......

First-generation Skeleton Lich Poidin hovered in the air, looking down at Su-ho.

Poidin’s glowing eyes were red.

That blood-red glare looked as if it had condensed the blood of every being he’d ever killed. 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝕨𝕖𝗯𝚗𝚘𝕧𝕖𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝕞

And that wasn’t all.

Unlike Poydon, who had attached the third-generation skull below his face, Poidin had mounted the skulls of the second and third generations on his shoulders.

His body was far larger than either of them, adorned with more ornaments, six arms instead of two, and wielding not one, but three staves.

A complete form, indeed.

He had only ever read about it in reports. Seeing it in person was something else entirely.

Eventually, Poidin spoke.

– A face I’ve never seen before.

“Is that so?”

– Who are you? You don’t seem like someone from this world.

“Hm?”

Su-ho raised an eyebrow at Poidin’s familiarity.

Then, his lips curled into a grin.

“Interesting. Keep going.”

– So I was right. In all my centuries on this land, I’ve never seen a being with such foreign energy.

“And?”

– That’s why I must capture you. You're a rare vessel—one that appears maybe once in a millennium.

“Nice. As expected of the first generation. You’re impressive.”

Su-ho gave a mocking clap in response to Poidin’s judgment.

Su-ho had learned a few things by surviving the latter half of the Great Cataclysm.

One of them was that, as the Cataclysm progressed, gate entities developed a kind of insight toward players.

For example, native NPCs or boss monsters with intelligence would begin to perceive them differently.

Is it because he’s level 275? He definitely thinks differently.

It was sincere admiration and praise.

But Poidin didn’t see it that way.

– How arrogant.

“Arrogant? I’m honestly impressed and giving you praise.”

– You should brace yourself. I’m not like my idiot son or grandson.

“Oh, are you now?”

Poidin slowly floated higher.

At the same time, the Skeleton Knights frozen like statues on the battlefield had their eye sockets turn red, just like Poidin’s.

Poidin lifted one of his three staves.

[ Skeleton Lich Poidin uses Necromancy. ]

At that moment—

CRAAACK!

A black lightning bolt fell from the sky.

It struck one of the Skeleton Knights, burning its body until it was nothing but charred ash.

But that was merely a preparatory step for rebirth.

Tsssss–crackle!

From within the black ashes, a new being arose.

Using the Skeleton Knight as a sacrifice, the entity that emerged—

Was none other than the fallen Knight King of Dorima, whom Su-ho had slain at the end.

– Death Knight Lv.270

The Knight King of Dorima had been reborn as a Death Knight.

At a formidable Level 270.

The Knight King wore armor drenched in purple and black, exuding the sinister aura unique to Death Knights.

His glowing red eyes matched Poidin’s own.

He slowly drew his sword.

No longer the plain blade he once carried, but a wicked, ominous weapon brimming with dark energy.

And then—

Crackle!!

From the hilt, black sparks erupted, and a dark aura blade engulfed his sword.

Su-ho couldn’t help but admire the visual effect again.

“Pretty cool.”

Finished admiring it, Su-ho also drew his weapon.

Blood Sword.

He layered it with Holy Enchant.

As light graced the edge of his blade, the Death Knight suddenly vanished.

Su-ho moved at the same time.

BOOOOM!!

An explosive clash.

Su-ho’s sword met the Death Knight’s.

The sight was nothing short of spectacular.

A sacred red blade and a jet-black sword, opposing forces crashing together violently.

Looking into the glowing red eyes just inches from his face, Su-ho calmly whispered:

“Nice to see you again. You know who I am, right? Death Knights are supposed to retain their memories from past lives.”

“......”

“Oh, right. You can’t talk. Must be frustrating. But you’re still not watching your back, huh?”

At those words, the Death Knight pushed Su-ho back and swung his blade behind him.

Su-ho chuckled.

“Lying.”

“......!”

Provoked by the taunt, the Death Knight’s aura exploded.

CRAAAAAASH!!

“Damn, you're intense.”

Su-ho widened the gap between them.

But the furious Death Knight didn’t let up, unleashing a relentless flurry of attacks.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

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