Demon Lord's Reincarnation

Chapter 377 - Snertal

As Ren was halfway done with exterminating the monsters he noticed that the remaining monsters seem to be cowering in fear of him. Well, this was a natural thing to have happen as his sword was now bathed in the blood of multiple monsters, and it was obvious that they were no match for him. The monsters were slowly backing away looking for a chance to flee, but as they were stepping back farther away from Ren one of the monsters stepped forward and suddenly roared.

Hearing the roar of this one monster the monsters that wanted to flee no longer backed away. Ren also noticed the roaring monster and saw it was a rather small monster barely bigger than a goblin. It looked like a mixture of different monsters jumbled altogether into one hideous looking monster. It had ten eyes, six arms, and multiple legs. Its legs and arms had different physical attributes, some of them had talons and claws, others look to have something similar to a beak.

Ren was rather surprised that he didn\'t notice this hideously unusual monster until now. Even though he was a bit captivated by his own sword, he wouldn\'t have missed such a peculiar looking monster.

Ren looked at the odd-looking monster and grew even more surprised, that one monster didn\'t have a single trace of mana within him. It was the same as Nyarlom and Haruto.

"Heh, that\'s rather interesting. So you must be the monster created by that Primordial Demon. Let\'s see how strong you are." Ren finally added a bit of mana into his sword and slashed horizontally. A sword wave was produced and slashed through the monsters in its way. When the sword wave was about to hit the weird-looking monster without mana the monster was able to evade the strike. Seeing what happened Ren\'s smile grew even wider as he unleashed two more sword waves.

The sword waves were once again evaded by the weird-looking monster, on the other hand, the other monsters that were in the way have all been annihilated. The monsters within the area have been annihilated, and the only one left was the odd-looking monster.

Ren licked his lips as he added a bit more mana into his blade and dashed forward. Ren decided to fight the monster in close quarters. When Ren swung his sword downward, the odd-looking monster wasn\'t able to evade and lost one of its limbs. Ren was about to continue his assault when he noticed that the limb he cut down was slowly regrowing.

"Oh, so you have the same characteristic as that Primordial Demon." Ren couldn\'t help but feel excited maybe this monster could bring be a good test dummy for his sword. Ren started to move faster as his sword slashes were becoming blurrier and blurrier.

The odd-looking monster had lost numerous limbs, and the speed of it regrowing new ones were too slow and it could no longer keep up with Ren. After a few more slashes the monster could no longer regrow any of its limbs.

"So that\'s your limit? Still not enough for me to use this weapon properly… Well, you are a rather interesting specimen, Henrietta would probably like you as a gift."

Ren lifted pointed his left index finger at the weakened monster and activated a spell. With his current mana as well as having more knowledge in the structure of different spells, Ren no longer needed to use any spell words. He could activate most spells with simple movements.

The monster was encased in a prison of ice, and once it was secured into the ice Ren\'s shadow swallowed it.

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The battle was over, and it only took a few minutes. Hundreds of monsters were killed in a few breaths. The dwarven brothers were still a bit stunned by the sight. They already knew that Ren was powerful, and with the masterpiece they created he was looking nigh unstoppable. Still seeing it in person was something else.

Tsukiko on the other hand was quite interested in the way Ren was fighting. She always knew that he was strong, but seeing how he was now more skilled in using spells she was once again amazed. She had never seen the old Kretos use any spells at all, but this one looks like he can use spells from all the elements and even something beyond that.

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While the trio were having their own thoughts, Ren approached the dwarven brothers. "This sword is way better than I expected it to be, tell me what is its name?"

The older of the two brothers scratched his head and looked at his younger brother. The younger brother shrugged his shoulders, seeing that reaction the older one sighed before answering Ren.

"We haven\'t actually named it yet, we were going to name it Snertal, which means Fate in the dwarven language, but as the owner of the blade we thought you should name it." The dwarven brothers really wanted to name the sword, but they didn\'t want to offend Ren so with a heavy heart they decided not to be the ones to bless the sword with a name.

"Snertal, actually that sounds pretty good. Why did you name it that in the first place?"

"Well, while we were forging this sword it felt like fate. We brothers have been exiled from the dwarven kingdoms and had set up shop in this kingdom. We didn\'t know at the time that this kingdom has very few warriors and was a place for those human scribbles… Oh, right, you called them mages here. It was too late when we found that out as we have already used most of our money to create the shop, so we were stuck here. We only had a few customers and were barely earning much, from time to time we get a big job but the money we received wasn\'t enough to move."

When the dwarven brothers remembered the hardships they had to endure to simply feed themselves, they could almost cry. They were forced to create knives and cooking utensils just to get by. Their pride as dwarven blacksmiths was slowly fading away as they needed the money to survive.

Day to day pass by and they continued to stay in this kingdom and in that shop that only a few entered. As they were slowly accepting their fate of staying in the Serbek Kingdom without achieving anything and even losing their pride as dwarven blacksmiths, it was as if fate heard their pleas, and Ren appeared.

"You appeared at the time when we have almost given up on achieving anything significant. It was as if fate had guided you to our shop that day. You have given us a chance to regain our pride as dwarven blacksmiths. The materials you provided us sparked a fire within ourselves that we have almost forgotten existed. The very reason for our exile, our obsession, you have given it back to us."

The older brother\'s voice suddenly grew more passionate as he spoke about this part. Just remembering the day Ren showed those materials to them made him and his younger brother feel exhilarated.

"We then created our masterpiece that even the ancient master dwarven blacksmiths in the age of myth would find praiseworthy. We with our own two hands have been a part of a legend. It was as if the reason we were exiled and mistakenly came here was to meet you and create this weapon. This is why we wanted to call this weapon Snertal, Eth guiding brond avor snertal, the guiding hand of fate."

Hearing the older dwarf\'s explanation, Ren looked at his new sword. \'The guiding hand of fate… Snertal.\' Ren nodded his head a few times before raising the sword upward.

"Very well, from today onward this sword shall be call Snertal. The sword that guides fate." As if it could understand what Ren said and accepted its name, the sword emanated the powerful mana of a dragon and vibrated. The sword then created a sound that was similar to a dragon\'s roar. Hearing the roar the two dwarven brothers backed away, while Tsukiko looked at it in surprise.

Ren, on the other hand, smiled that vicious smile of his and spoke as if the sword could truly understand him.

"From here on out you are my weapon, I will use you to cleave a path for myself! To go control and bend destiny to my will… It\'s nice to have you Snertal, may our path be filled with glorious battle!" The sword once again roared which echoed through the northern walls.