I Became the Younges Chapter 134: Giant Colony (4)

Chapter 134: Giant Colony (4)

TL/Editor: Rungir

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Waves.

Darkness burst forth from a black spear, densely engraved with strange characters, transforming into waves that spread out in all directions instantaneously. Its speed was almost as fast as sound.

Swoosh!

Giants, unable to even react properly, were swept away. After the wave of darkness had clawed through the space around, silence followed. This silence wasn't due to the giants being shocked into speechlessness by the sudden event. Rather, it was because the upper halves of most giants ant to speak were simply gone, leaving silence in their wake.

Thud, thud!

Breaking this silence, the lower halves of giants began to fall to the ground one after the other. At this sound, Captan slowly raised his head, which had been bowed in a crouch.

"......!"

Shock filled his eyes. Eighty percent of the giants had disappeared with that single strike, so his astonishnt was sowhat expected. What on earth had happened?

But Captan's astonishnt didn't end there. From the direction of the earlier voice, footsteps began to echo, gradually growing louder. Though faint, these steps resonated clearly in the ears of the surviving giants, sending a chill deep into their hearts.

Naturally turning his head towards the source of the footsteps, Captan's eyes began to focus on a man appearing before him.

Step.

With eyes of a weary grey and a body lean but incredibly firm, along with an otherworldly aura pressing down on everything around, the man's appearance had changed. His hair and eye color were different, but Captan recognized him instantly. He had never forgotten him since their last encounter, even recalling his image just monts ago.

"You are...!"

The man who had overwhelmingly defeated him in front of that mysterious house. Why was this man appearing here now?

'And a royal, at that?'

The deep silver hair, a trait only the direct bloodline of the Agnes could possess, indicated the man's status.

Unaware or indifferent to Captan's confusion and shock, the man approached with a detached expression. Then,

"Arrgh! This human bastard, I'll tear him to pieces!"

Giants that had survived by being out of range now charged towards the man, Zion, en masse. Having lost most of their comrades in an instant, their eyes were nearly crazed.

Seemingly deciding to go all out from the start, mana explosively surged from the giants' weapons. However, they couldn't reach Zion.

Before they could,

Crash!

A twilight sword blade burst forth from behind Zion, slicing through all of them in one fell swoop.

"Aaaargh!"

"What the... Argh!"

Giants eting death without even withstanding a single blow.

Thus, all giants, except for Captan, had their breaths taken away in an instant.

Zion walked slowly across the land strewn with the giants' bodies, his steps unchanged from the beginning.

Finally, Zion stopped in front of Captan, who was staring blankly at him, still in a prone position.

'This guy was the successor of the Blue Claw... Is this also a form of fate?'

Recognizing the face and realizing it was the giant he had encountered in front of the mysterious house, Zion smirked and spoke.

"You're Captan, the successor of the Blue Claw, right?"

"Yes? Yes, that's correct!"

Captan quickly bowed his head and responded, regaining his composure. Knowing that Zion was a royal, he could no longer speak informally.

Moreover, a royal with such characteristics must surely be...

Before Captan could finish his thought,

"Lead

to your tribe right now."

A quiet voice flowed from Zion, who was looking at the back of Captan's head.

In the center of the northern plains.

There, among the nurous giant clans, so held considerable power, including the Blue Claw clan, the heart of the Utekan faction.

"Even here already..."

Captan's face darkened as he and Zion's party arrived at the Blue Claw's settlent.

Smoke was still rising here and there within the clan, indicating a battle had taken place just monts ago.

Fortunately, the expressions on the faces of the giants moving around were relatively bright, and cleanup seed to be progressing quickly, suggesting the attack had been successfully repelled.

But he couldn't help feeling uneasy.

'To show this kind of scene on my first visit.'

Conscious of Zion quietly following behind, Captan thought to himself. He had beco fully aware of Zion's identity on their way here.

'So that's why he was so strong.'

Understanding the overwhelming strength Zion had demonstrated made Captan gradually develop a sense of awe towards him, and his behavior towards Zion beca even more respectful.

After all, Zion was also the savior of his life.

Then,

"Captan? Hahaha! You're alive!"

A giant with a curly beard tied in two parts spotted Captan and approached him with a very warm laugh.

"Uncle!"

Joy appeared in Captan's eyes upon seeing the giant, who was his father's brother and soone he had always been close to, Barte.

"Uncle, what happened here?"

Captan imdiately asked, gesturing to the surroundings, causing Barte's expression to darken slightly.

"As you can see, we were attacked. The 'Red Horn' led their elite warriors here personally. We managed to hold them off here, but... the other fronts have been completely devastated. So much so, there are hardly any survivors. In fact, you, Captan, are the first to return."

Hearing this, Captan understood why Barte greeted him with such a bright smile. He must have been overjoyed to see him alive when he thought he was dead.

"But who are these humans behind you?"

"He is His Highness Zion Agnes, a direct royal of the Empire. He wished to et my father, so I brought him along."

Barte's eyes widened at Captan's words. He hadn't expected such a person.

"Pleased to et you, Your Highness Zion! I am Barte, a warrior of the Blue Claw."

"Where is the chieftain?"

Zion, who had nodded slightly in greeting, imdiately asked this, keen to et the chieftain as soon as possible.

"I'll guide you. Please follow ."

Barte, managing to collect his flustered emotions, turned and began to walk. There was no doubt in his eyes about Zion's identity. The deep grey hair was a distinct trait of the Agnes royals, and imitating that color was strictly forbidden.

However,

'Why would a royal visit our tribe...'

The question of why a royal was here remained.

"It's been a while since we've seen humans."

"What brings them all the way here?"

"Eh? That hair color is...!"

Giants who saw Zion following Barte began to murmur amongst themselves with curiosity and surprise in their eyes. It was extrely rare for humans to visit the world of giants, known for its harsh environnt and the naturally rough temperant of its inhabitants, especially a royal.

"Here we are. Would you mind waiting a mont?"

Barte then stopped in front of a massive but unrefined stone building, bowed to Zion, and entered first.

After a brief wait,

"You may enter now. And Captan, you co in as well."

Barte reappeared and spoke to Zion and Captan.