“Relay my orders to Marakia. To clear the path for me to advance.”
His order was immediately conveyed to Marakia, who was staying in the bridge of the Sylphid.
“Kekeke. Finally, it’s time to show these inferior humans the true extent of my power!”
Marakia hopped onto the rails of the ship to begin chanting the secret yet powerful magic of his Avian people.
At the same time, Sungchul began to make his way forward towards the thousands of Barbarians and Divine Beasts.
Without a single reinforcement, in his lonesome.
“Kraaaeee!”
Bizarre divine beasts with long legs like an ostrich, large heads, and beaks, unable to fly with their small flapping wings, spotted Sungchul and charged towards him.
But before the monsters could reach Sungchul, a shockwave from the red airship struck down the divine beasts, shattering them into pieces.
“Huhuhu. How mediocre, those flightless birds. It is yet another proof that we Nahak stands as the most powerful of all winged beings!”
It had been a while since Marakia was able to laugh so arrogantly while flaunting his black feathers. He spun his magic wand that gave off smoke.
The Inquisitor Taigon Bosborot, who had somehow become a regular member of Sylphid before anyone knew it, shouted out in glee at witnessing such a clean and powerful strike.
“That’s perfect, Penguin! Those accursed children of Calamity! Give them what they deserve!”
With the help of Marakia’s supporting magical barrage, he was able to push through the vanguards of the 3rd wave of the Barbarian offensive and reached the defensive lines.
Shwish-shwish-
A volley of arrows, each packed with lethal force, fervently greeted him.
He spun Fal Garaz around like a windmill, knocking away the arrows. In his left hand, he wore the Hand of the Ascendent, protecting his heart and Bertelgia, who stayed closest to it.
“Ugh. I’m getting a bad feeling about this.”
Bertelgia’s body shivered slightly as she spoke.
It seemed that despite being somewhat used to the situation, the nature of their opponent still made Bertelgia feel uneasy.
“Don’t worry. Everything will turn out fine.”
Sungchul responded with a gentle voice.
At that moment, an unknown voice echoed from within him.
[Yes, move forward. Everything will turn out fine.]
[A predetermined fate awaits you.]
[Fulfill your duty, you who have voluntarily forsaken your humanity to become just a tool.]
The mysterious voice was clearly mocking Sungchul.
“What’s wrong all of a sudden?”
Bertelgia noticed something off about Sungchul and asked.
“Your heart beat sounds weird all of a sudden.”
“It’s nothing.”
Sungchul refocused his temporarily shaken mind before swinging the Fal Garaz into the beak of an attacking Divine Beast.
Thud!
With a single strike, the creature’s beak shattered along with its skull, sending fragments flying towards the Barbarians.
“It’s there! Over there!”
A familiar voice came from above.
The Wyvern Knight Stew was flying in a figure-eight pattern, desperately signaling the enemy leader’s position with a glowing stone.
Soon, her intentions were conveyed to Sungchul.
Sungchul could finally see now.
Beyond the forest of spears, a glamourous feather of an unknown bird fluttered in the wind, wrapped in intestines, decorating the top of a profane heretical flag.
It was highly likely that somewhere in that gathering was the enemy commander.
Sungchul decided to make a break through that defensive line.
Sungchul dodged out of the way of the Barbarians and Divine Beasts that came charging at him, and moved towards the flank of the enemy, using Stew’s signals to try and gauge where the Barbarian leader might be standing.
Meanwhile, inside his coat, he began to multicast spells in preparation for the fight.
All eight soul stones simultaneously began preparing to cast Starlight.
The soul stones communicated with Sungchul via emotions that it’s been a while since they used the primordial lights.
“Kraaaeee!”
A particularly quick divine beast caught up with Sungchul and came to peck Sungchul with beaks the size of a man’s head.
At the same time, another divine beast approached Sungchul from the front.
They were attacking him perfectly in sync with each other as if choreographed.
However, despite having ‘Divine’ in their name, they weren’t all that strong.
It was only a split second he had thought that when a sharp voice came echoing from within him.
[That is a lesser divine beast. It’s meant for hunting, not combat.]
“…”
Sungchul swung Fal Garaz, smashing the beak of a divine beast attacking from behind, while narrowly catching another sharp beak coming from the opposite side with the Hand of the Ascendant.
In the fleeting moment one divine beast bled and fell, Sungchul channeling the god-like power through his feet, standing as firm as a mountain as grasped and grasped the beak of the Divine Beast in front of him and smashed its head against the ground.
As the beast struggled and wriggled its head, Sungchul’s boot crushed it, obliterating the creature’s skull.
“Brins Arnolt!”
“Brins Arnolt! Zenka!”
Watching Sungchul effortlessly destroy the divine beast’s attack, the Barbarians began to murmur in an incomprehensible language.
Sungchul saw another divine beast rushing towards him from the corner of his eye while remaining focused on the probable location of the Barbarian leader’s position.
‘Is it still not ready?’
The Soul Gems conveyed that they still needed a bit more time.
The casting time of Starlight was fairly lengthy.
Sungchul was beginning to miss the short windup time of Chain Lightning.
However, what he needed now was the raw penetrative power of Starlight.
Sungchul continued to move towards the flank, dragging along the Barbarians and the Divine Beasts to buy time.
The soul stones soon conveyed that Starlight was ready.
He kept in mind the position of the mob of Barbarians swarming around him as well as the probable location of the Barbarian leader as he changed his direction and moved the other way, aiming to line up as many Barbarians as possible into his line of fire.
‘Now!’
Sungchul’s eyes sparkled.
As his coat fluttered opened, the diamond broach of the ultimate MasterChef glistened above the eight Soul Gems that each had Magic Formations floating above them like luminous bouquet of fully blossomed flowers.
Sungchul took out the black staff of Ryze Himerr from his Soul Storage as he glared down his many enemies that were about to be exposed to his primordial light.
To the Barbarians, it would have appeared that Sungchul was casting powerful magic without any incantation or preparations.
An uncountable number of Barbarians were suddenly exposed to an unexpectedly high-powered magic spell and were disintegrated.
Gathering his god-like strength into his legs, Sungchul sprinted full speed towards the path burned open by Starlight.
Barbarians from either side moved to block his path.
‘There are still 7 shots remaining.’
Nothing could deter him. Another pillar of light pierced through the hastily formed shield wall.
Several divine beasts were hot on Sungchul’s heels, attempting to attack him from behind. But just then, Marakia’s artillery support smashed the beasts to the ground.
“Krrraaaaahhh!”
As the enraged roar of the divine beasts echoed, another burst of light tore a hole through the Barbarian’s front lines.
For the people watching the scene unfolding below from the airships above, what was happening seemed impossible.
A single man was slicing through the front lines as easily as a hot knife through butter.
“I expect that there will be no further complains about my decision not to turn that man into an enemy of ours.”
The Human Emperor looked around, sounding impressed himself as he spoke aloud his thoughts.
“…”
The King of Rutheginea remained silent.
However, he watched Sungchul closely without taking his eyes off him.
Those familiar with Kromgard would understand how intently he was observing Sungchul’s actions.
Among the many subordinates standing next to Kromgard, Ryze Himerr was also present.
No longer needing to invoke the name of Aquiroa, she stood unmasked.
With complex emotions in her eyes, she watched the man fighting with her staff. Indescribable feelings blossomed and faded in her heart repeatedly.
Meanwhile, for ordinary people like Stew, witnessing Sungchul’s unstopppable charge forward was like the single ray of light shining through the thick storm clouds called the Calamities.
Beginning with the Curse of Extinction, the ever-growing threat of the Calamities were increasingly suffocating the people of the world. For people who had lived under this constant suffocating threat, this one rather quiet warrior was blowing away all of their frustrations and worries with such ease.
Sungchul Kim.
He was the light of humanity, their source of hope.
“Two shots remaining!”
Bertelgia informed him cheerfully of the remaining amount of Starlight.
“No need for two.”
Using the last two soul stones, Sungchul fired the Starlight all at once, breaking through the final defense line and advancing to the location of the enemy leader.
A massive magic circle had been drawn there.
A repulsive magic circle painted with the blood and bodies of prisoners.
It almost resembled a ritual of demons.
‘Is this the magic circle reported by the scouts?’
Sungchul saw a muscular warrior standing in the center of the magic circle. The warrior wore a helmet adorned with feathers and mounted atop a giant reindeer.
An extraordinary aura was felt emanating from that warrior.
This had to be the leader of the Barbarians.
It wouldn’t take long to finish this.
Sungchul clenched Fal Garaz tighter in his grasp and charged towards the chieftain of the Barbarians.
Upon seeing Sungchul, the Barbarian chieftain began chanting a strange spell.
Immediately, an immensely unholy aura began to emanate from a giant blood magic circle situated in the center of the Barbarian’s camp.
Sungchul sensed the danger and hopped back.
A faint song brushed past his ears.
It was the song of the Barbarians.
Barbarian women led a group of their children and began to sing a mournful tune before plunging daggers into the children’s bodies.
Sungchul’s brow furrowed deeply.
‘W…why?!’
Women, having slain their own children and drawn blood, next plunged knives into their own necks.
They intentionally had their blood flow into a magic circle, which was giving off a supremely sinister energy.
This sudden act of human sacrifice swallowed up hundreds of Barbarian women and their children in the blink of an eye.
Amidst the chaos and shock, a voice resonated within.
[This is the ways of those who impersonate the gods.]
From between the magic circles, bizarre cries could be heard.
The mixed wails of babies killed by their own mothers and the delirious shouts of multitudes of people created a haunting chorus that was enough to muddle the minds of everyone on the battlefield.
In the center of the magic circle, Sungchul watched as a muscular Lesser God with the head of a Panther was summoned.
This was not like how the Order of Extinction transformed willing sacrifices into taking on the temporary form of the Lesser Gods. It was a true advent of the Lesser God itself, much like how Sidmia had been brought into the world.
The Transcendent Senses reacted.
[Brutalus, the fastest Immortal]
[Kire’s Fisherman, Scoundrel, Lucky Fellow]
A pain throbbed in Sungchul’s chest.
There was no mistake about it
It was him.
The Lesser God who had pierced both himself and Bertelgia using the body of the assassin Kaz Almeira has now advent into the world.
“Who do we have here? Aren’t you the weakling I met last time I answered the calls of the pathetic humans?”
The immortal with the head of a Panther sneered mockingly.
“So, you were the Tool of God? I wish I knew that at the time, I would have killed you last time when I had the chance.”
The immortal Brutalus bared his feline teeth, pulling out a spear.
The spear was a simple, undecorated stretch of metal.
The Lesser God pointed the tip of the spear at Sungchul.
“Sidmia was so unlucky. To die by such a pathetic creature. But rejoice, o’ Tool of God! For you will be dead before you realize it!”
The immortal one was certain of his victory before the fight.
Sungchul could see clearly.
That beyond the glistening cruel eyes of the Panther was an uncontrollable, uncontainable arrogance.
Sungchul felt slight bit of anger building within him as he lifted his hammer towards the gigantic form of the Lesser God.
He thought of the speed at which Kaz Almeira’s dagger had stabbed at him.
It had pierced him before he could even react.
And that blade had cut through Bertelgia and had dug deep, almost reaching his heart.
Recalling the sensation from before, Sungchul glared at the Lesser God.
There was no need to think about it.
The enemy would come attacking in the same way.
Trusting his own skill, accuracy, and speed.
He would target Sungchul’s heart and Bertelgia.
‘I won’t be beaten the same way twice.’
Sungchul felt the weight of Bertelgia, who was covering his heart as if protecting it, and focused all his attention on the Lesser God.
The Lesser God smirked.
At that moment, his figure disappeared.
It was the same as before.
It was difficult to respond to the Lesser God’s speed.
But if he knew where the Lesser God was aiming for, then it was possible to come up with countermeasures.
His hand wearing the Hand of the Ascendent was put before his heart, in a posture as if he was getting ready to catch something.
Ssk.
Even before his eyes could see it, he felt an impact through his left hand.
And the moment he felt that, Sungchul grasped the spear that was passing by at the speed of light with his god-like strength.
Krrrrrrr
Friction between the Ascendant’s hand and the spear shaft let off sparks. However, Sungchul’s strength was one step above the Lesser God’s whose main advantage was speed.
Brutalus’s spear could not reach Sungchul’s heart, let alone Bertelgia. It was caught and unable to move in the grasp of the Hand of the Ascendent.
“Oh my.”
The arrogance that previously dominated Brutalus’s eyes were finally erased. But the surprise in them lasted mere moments before the eyes of the Panther was filled with indescribable wrath.
The Panther roared as he shouted.
“There are fangs in the mouth of the Panther!”
Brutalrus advanced, spear in hand, aiming to bite Sungchul.
However, Sungchul twisted his body to the side in response, forcefully pulling the spear and its user closer.
The growling immortal was dragged by the spear towards Sungchul. Even as his balance crumbled, the immortal bared his sharp teeth, attempting to bite Sungchul.
Before the teeth could sink into Sungchul’s neck, a blunt silver colored hammer struck the immortal’s head.
Thud!
“Ugh!”
The exposed sharp teeth shattered like icicles under the merciless strike with the hammer.
Sungchul looked into the empty mouth of the now toothless immortal and said calmly,
“Not anymore.”
As the immortal lay without his teeth, Sungchul raised the Fal Garaz high above.
“Stop… stop it!”
The immortal begged Sungchul for his life.
His sudden change in demeanor was rightfully the fastest in all of the world.
Sungchul thought to himself as he brought the hammer down, putting an end to his private vendetta.
He stepped on the horribly crushed and shattered corpse of the Immortal, glaring at the leader of the Barbarians who stood beyond, looking back at him with fearful eyes.
“Now it’s your turn.”
That was when it happened.
[No, it’s my turn.]
A voice from within spoke to him.
In that moment, Sungchul recalled the shape of the Cross of the Covenant embedded in his heart.
Next, something unexpected happened.
The heart of the Ancient God, fallen on the battlefield, throbbed once.
“What is this?”
“Who activated the heart?”
“No one ordered this. The magic pipe lines are currently sealed!”
In the underground of La Grange, in the old city, Imperial mages and engineers who were tasked with managing the ancient god’s heart witnessed its throbbing pulse, independent of their will.
The heart’s beats quickened, starting to resonate like that of a living person, resonating with the massive magic circle painted in blood by the Barbarians outside the city walls.
In one moment, all those present had a moment all their sensations were abnormal. They experienced something akin to suddenly waking up from a dream.
It was an indicator that there was a collapse of the boundary.
The boundary between the present world and the Transcendent World.
And then it became visible to everyone.
That beyond the magic formation echoing with the beating heart of the Ancient God, an unimaginably large being was being advent into the world.
A brilliant and glorious light enveloped the battlefield.
Upon seeing this light, everyone stopped fighting and simply stared, dazed, at the radiant being enveloped in luminance.
Sungchul’s Transcendent Senses reacted.
[God of Order]
Sungchul knelt, feeling an overwhelming tingling sensation in his heart.
In the midst of the severe pain, Sungchul saw something.
The term God of Order disintegrated like sand, revealing yet another name.
[No, Enkiadusa, the Godslayer]
A cruel laugh echoed faintly within his fading consciousness.
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