Frilian: Starting by inheriting the title of the Southern Hero

Chapter 9 The Heir of the Southern Warrior

"Uh~"

Saree let out a painful groan and fell heavily to the ground, unable to get up again.

One strike!

With just one strike, the confident warrior Saree was instantly rendered incapable of fighting!

"Sare!"

Anna gasped in surprise, the color draining from her face instantly.

Lynn frowned as well.

The demon used ordinary attack magic, but its casting speed was already close to that of Philon.

"We ran into a demon that was close to the Great Demon Clan just around the corner. Our luck is unbelievable."

Lynn gritted her teeth.

In his memory, besides the Seven Sages, there are many other great demons who are also a threat to the human race, such as Solitaire.

His intuition told him that this demon in front of him, even if not as good as Solitaire, wouldn't be too far behind.

"What a fragile creature."

The female demon shook her head, her gaze shifting to the trembling Anna.

"Well then, it's your turn next."

The female demon raised her finger again.

"hateful!"

Just then, a clear, cold shout rang out.

Pastor Violet stood in front of Anna, holding a Bible in one hand, radiating a soft holy light.

"The Shield of the Holy Wall!"

A semi-transparent golden light shield instantly formed in front of them.

"Oh? The goddess's magic?"

The female demon curled her lips into a mocking smile. "Truly a powerless radiance."

The black light from the fingertips shot out again.

boom!

The black beam of light collided with the golden light shield and dissipated simultaneously.

"A good opportunity."

Taking advantage of the female demon's inattention, Lynn swiftly drew his twin swords and attacked from the side.

The blade drew two cold arcs in the air, aiming straight for the female demon's neck.

The female demon seemed to completely disregard him, merely turning her body slightly to the side.

However, the moment she saw Lynn's knife-wielding posture, the expression on her contemptuous face suddenly froze.

It's that man's move!

That legend from a hundred years ago, who single-handedly killed three of the Seven Sages of Collapse and countless Great Demons!

The female demon hesitated for only a moment.

This flaw lasted only 0.01 seconds.

But for Lynn, that was enough.

puff!

The cold blade sliced ​​across the female demon's neck without any resistance.

A beautiful head flew into the sky, its face still showing astonishment.

The headless corpse swayed, then fell heavily to the ground, immediately turning into particles and disappearing.

Lynn sheathed his sword with fluid, graceful movements.

The entire battlefield fell into a deathly silence in an instant.

Anna stared blankly at the scene, her mouth agape, almost dropping her staff.

That powerful demon, who was so strong it inspired despair, was just... instantly killed?

Even the usually aloof and indifferent priest, Violet, now had shock written all over her deep blue eyes.

Boss Bart poked his head out from behind the wheel and saw that the demon was dead. He collapsed to the ground, panting heavily.

"Sare!"

Violet rushed to Sarre's side, placed her hands on his bleeding wounds, and chanted a healing incantation.

A soft holy light shone, and the bleeding from the hole in Sare's shoulder began to stop.

Anna snapped out of her daze and ran over to help.

Lynn stood there, looking thoughtfully at the two swords at his waist.

He clearly saw the female demon's momentary stiffness.

Demons have no emotions and do not know fear, so the female demon must have been surprised at that moment.

It seems this female demon has witnessed the Southern Hero's actions and is a survivor from a hundred years ago.

At this moment, Sare, who had just been healed, looked over with eyes full of awe.

Are you alright?

Lynn asked with concern.

"I'm fine, thank you, Brother Lynn. I misjudged you; I didn't expect Brother Lynn to be so... cough cough, so formidable."

Sarre Road.

"You flatter me."

Lynn said.

"Oh, right."

The previously silent Vera suddenly stared intently at Lynn. "The way you attacked just now, and the starting stance of your dual-wielding style, I've seen in a book before."

Lynn looked at her, waiting for her to continue.

"That is a combat technique unique to the 'Hero of the South'."

Violet continued, "The Southern Hero was a powerful hero who challenged the Seven Sages of Collapse alone before the Hero Simmel, and is recognized as the strongest hero. That demon hesitated for a moment just now, clearly recognizing your technique."

Lynn remained silent.

He hadn't expected that this seemingly cold-blooded mage would know so much.

"Are you the successor of the Southern Hero?"

Vera pressed for an answer.

"You could say that."

Lynn did not deny it.

He did indeed inherit the powers of the Southern Hero, and it wouldn't be inappropriate to call him his successor.

Upon receiving an affirmative answer, the atmosphere at the scene instantly changed.

The horror on Sarre's face turned into fanatical worship.

Anna's eyes sparkled as she looked at Lynn.

"So he's a descendant of the hero! No wonder he's so powerful!"

The owner, Bart, was so excited he was almost incoherent. "Sir, it's truly an honor for our caravan to travel with you!"

Lynn smiled in response to Bart, then looked at Vera: "You seem to know a lot about the Southern Hero."

"My hometown is very close to Nan Yong's birthplace, where the legend of Nan Yong is still told today."

Vera's eyes revealed a look of reminiscence. "In addition, my family's library contains many records about heroes from past generations."

"I see."

Lynn nodded, not wanting to dwell on the topic any longer. "Now that the demons have been eliminated, let's continue on our way."

"Yes, yes, yes!"

Bart nodded quickly and directed his men to clear the roadblocks.

After they set off again, the atmosphere inside the carriage changed dramatically.

Sarre sat upright, occasionally stealing glances at Lynn with an admiring look.

Anna, on the other hand, completely transformed into a curious child, chattering away with questions.

"Mr. Lynn, no, Lord Lynn! What was the name of that move you just used? It was so fast!"

"Lord Lynn, are you really the disciple of the Southern Hero? He has been gone for so many years."

"Lord Lynn, would you like to join our team?"

Faced with Anna's barrage of questions, Lynn simply leaned against the carriage wall and closed her eyes to rest.

Vera gently tugged at Anna's sleeve and whispered, "Anna, don't disturb Lord Lynn's rest."

Anna stuck out her tongue and sat up obediently, but her curious eyes still couldn't help but linger on Lynn.

Although Lynn's eyes were closed, the expression on the female demon's face before she died was still lingering in his mind.

That moment of pause was the key to victory.

Without that moment, it would probably have been a tough battle.

In addition, the instability of Future Vision remains a potential concern.

After all, there is a statue of Nan Yong in a village near Golden Township, and he will have to go there someday. But if his vision doesn't work, he might be turned into a golden statue by Mahat, waiting anxiously for Frilian to arrive.

I need to unlock my abilities faster. Once I have five or six tenths of Nan Yong's strength, beating up Mahat shouldn't be a problem.

Of course, inheriting physical constitution and skills is one thing, but self-cultivation and improvement are the key.

The caravan traveled for another two days.

They did not encounter any more monsters along the way.

On the evening of the third day, the outline of a town standing in the wind and snow finally appeared on the horizon.

Glayate, we've arrived.

……

Grayate is a typical northern town.

The city wall was built of huge black stones and covered with thick ice and snow.

Most of the buildings in the city are low but sturdy enough, designed to prevent the roofs from collapsing under the weight of snow.

The streets were nearly deserted, and everyone was bundled up in thick fur coats, hurrying along.

The air was filled with the mixed smells of firewood, strong liquor, and roasted meat.

After entering the city, Bart's caravan parted ways with Lynn and the others, as he was going to the merchant guild to deliver the goods.

Before leaving, Bart insisted on giving Lynn a heavy money bag as payment for his protection.

"Lord Lynn, this is what you deserve! No, this amount of money cannot possibly measure the value of your help! Please accept it!"

Lynn didn't refuse; a fool wouldn't pass up a chance to make money.

Upon opening it, one finds two gold coins and several silver and copper coins.

Saree, Anna, and Violet also prepared to go to the Adventurers' Guild to rest and see if there were any new requests.

"Lord Lynn, what are your plans for the future?" Anna asked, blinking her big eyes.

"I will stay in the city for a while."

Lynn's goal was clear: the statue of the Southern Hero in the city center square.

"Then let's go find a hotel first."

Sarre Road.

"goodbye."

After saying goodbye to the three, Lynn walked alone towards the center of town.