novelraw Chapter 191 : Chapter 191
Chapter 191 : Chapter 191
Chapter 191
Simon sensed the energy and quietly assessed the situation.
‘It won’t be visible from the outside.’
The darkness that had settled around them was closer to a barrier than an attack.
A rampart made of Evil Energy, not magic.
Those outside would not be able to hear their conversation.
Simon stared silently at the middle-aged man with long black hair.
“You doubt me.”
“I will ask. Are you trying to buy time?”
The Black Dragon narrowed its eyes and looked at Simon.
Soon, he burst into laughter.
“Indeed. To have the confidence to show such an attitude even to a member of the dragon race, not a human.”
“If you drag this out with meaningless conversation, I will cut you down.”
Simon replied resolutely, twitching Tetillon.
As if to prove his words, immense mana flowed into the body of the sword.
The Black Dragon slowly shook its head.
“There is no need to be so impatient. I am destined to die by your sword anyway.”
The Black Dragon’s voice was tinged with a sort of resignation.
“If you kill me, the tide of the war will turn in Eurasia’s favor. I simply thought it would do you no harm to know the truth before then.”
Despite Simon's silence, the Black Dragon continued to speak.
“I am synchronized with the memories of a human named Morus Obitus.”
The Black Duke had used himself as a medium to breathe life into the dragon's corpse.
“That is also why I cannot use mana. It is because I was resurrected with his Mana Heart instead of a Dragon Heart.”
The Black Dragon’s face contorted for a moment.
A void felt by one who had been blessed by mana more than anyone else in life.
“The reason they were able to resurrect me is because of the curse of an object called the Magic God Stone.”
“A curse. Then it must be of the Grotesquery.”
At Simon’s reaction, the Black Dragon smiled meaningfully.
“So you know. To be precise, it is the ‘Curse of Immortality’.”
“What is your reason for telling me this?”
Even if he was revived, there was no need for him to help Eurasia.
After all, Simon was an opponent who would grant him death as well.
But the Black Dragon’s thoughts seemed to be different.
He shook his head.
“Simon Eurasia. It is because you have cut down the curse of the Grotesquery.”
He said that his sword strike had damaged the curse engraved upon him, thus allowing him to regain his consciousness.
“There is no need to play along with those insolent humans. The dragon race is a prideful species.”
Pure defiance was present in the Black Dragon’s eyes.
“You mean to regain your freedom through me.”
Simon looked at the Black Dragon as if to gauge its true intentions.
“I believe you would make a similar choice if you were in my position, wouldn’t you?”
An existence that stood out among the human race.
Such a person could not possibly tolerate being played according to another’s intentions.
“In exchange for offering my neck, I shall give you a piece of advice. Stop the bloodshed here.”
“……”
“The blood shed here is becoming grudges and flowing somewhere.”
The Black Dragon slowly continued.
“If that happens, even if you win, it will not be a victory.”
Simon mulled over his words.
There was no need to ask.
It seemed the Black Dragon had already decided to tell him everything.
“Something is happening in the place humans call the northern frontier. If things continue like this, you humans will……”
Before the Black Dragon could finish his sentence.
“My, my.”
A voice tinged with laughter was heard from somewhere.
The Evil Energy in the area stirred.
Saaaaa.
The stirring Evil Energy formed a single shape.
“I was wondering what was going on when you suddenly put up a barrier.”
The Black Duke showed a crooked smile as he looked at the Black Dragon.
“Did your senses return?”
“Morus Obitus.”
“I granted you a sense of self, and you repay my kindness with enmity. O, nameless Black Dragon.”
The Black Dragon’s eyes shone coldly.
“That is an insult to me!”
Evil Energy condensed in the Black Dragon’s outstretched hand.
Just because he had taken a human form didn't mean his power had gone anywhere.
The moment the sphere, equivalent to 8-star magic, was about to be fired at the Black Duke.
Thud.
The Black Dragon’s body froze in place.
“Kekeke.”
The sinister old mage’s laughter filled the inside of the barrier.
“Have you forgotten who resurrected you? I am……”
Slice.
The Black Duke’s neck flew through the air.
Kwajik.
In an instant, his limbs were severed.
Kwaduk.
His heart and Mana Heart were crushed.
Simon’s gray mana blew up the Black Duke’s head that had hit the floor.
“You are doing something useless, Simon Eurasia.”
Belatedly, the Black Duke’s voice echoed throughout the area.
“You should know that a physical body is nothing more than a medium to me.”
The frozen gaze of the Black Dragon turned towards Simon.
“If I were to trap you here, wouldn’t the war tilt in our favor?”
“This…… bastard……”
The Black Dragon trembled as if resisting something, but.
“Now, let us have a grand battle.”
In an instant, the Evil Energy that formed the domain began to boil.
“The dragon is me, and I am the dragon.”
A wild glint once again appeared in the Black Dragon’s eyes.
“……”
Simon coldly looked at the rampaging Black Dragon.
***
The Magic Sword Adamas.
The sword in which he had been sealed until he was reincarnated as Killian Eurasia.
He had been unable to find its whereabouts until now and had thought it was destroyed at the end of the battle with the Grotesquery.
That main body was right in front of his eyes.
And in perfect condition.
‘Why is it there……. Where on earth is that place.’
Snow piled high in a fiercely swirling blizzard.
The moment his unconsciously outstretched hand touched Adamas, his vision blurred once again.
‘Damn it.’
Killian cursed and recognized the situation he was in.
He thought his mind, as calm as a placid lake, had become even more solid upon reaching 8-stars, but it seemed he had been unconsciously excited since discovering his main body.
For now, he had to focus and deal with the matter at hand.
Inside a huge hall, the Emperor was conversing with someone.
An indistinct and blurry voice.
“That should be able to handle a hundred thousand lives. It would be perfect for breaking down the boundary.”
Just hearing the Emperor’s voice made him feel a pressure as if his blood was running cold.
“Are the keys ready?”
“It seems the sacrifices have not yet blossomed. That one is to be discarded.”
He couldn't hear the conversation clearly.
However, he could surmise that what the Emperor was planning was connected to the staff.
The information Orchid Owl had given him flashed through his mind.
‘The Emperor was said to have had a weak body during his days as a prince.’
But from a certain point, he began to grow and grow, and he rose to his current position by leading the blood-stained war for the throne to victory.
He had determined that behind this was the full support of the White Magic Tower and the Black Magic Tower.
‘And in that process, numerous experiments must have been carried out.’
The Emperor had a strong interest in transcendent power, and to covet that power, he was even researching the Authority of Gods and the Curse of Grotesquery.
“The Emperor of the Empire wishes to become a God .”
He remembered the Saintess’s words.
She had spoken as if she was certain that he, who was not even a priest, had already obtained the Authority of a God.
‘No, that’s not enough.’
Having mimicked hundreds of God's Authorities, he knew.
Having tried to use an Authority in the body of a Superhuman, he could be certain.
‘There is a limit to using an Authority in a human body.’
Even with the Hollyheart, the priests’ Authorities were nothing compared to the Authority he had used when he existed as Adamas.
This was because the physical body was not strong enough to wield the Authority.
‘But what if.’
What if someone who had surpassed the body of a mortal could use an Authority greater than the Pope’s?
What if someone who could wield an Authority could also wield the Curse of the Grotesquery?
The puzzle pieces in his mind began to fit together one by one.
‘The war for the throne is not a simple power struggle.’
It was merely a preparatory process to activate an ancient curse.
‘The Emperor is using the Curse of the Grotesquery to obtain the power of a God. No, the order doesn’t matter.’
What the Emperor sought to obtain was the power of a God, and at the same time, the power of the Grotesquery.
‘I must inform His Majesty of this fact.’
He needed to thwart the Empire’s scheme with the cooperation of not only the Holy Nation but also Cornelia and the allied kingdoms.
At that moment.
“……!!”
He felt an intense energy as if it was crossing space.
Kugugugu.
It was a Haki so immense that his body staggered.
“An uninvited guest has arrived.”
A cold voice sounded as if it was echoing in his head.
Ssk.
The Emperor’s waved hand shook Killian’s mind.
The Haki shook the defenseless Killian.
It should have been quite a distance from the Empire's main castle to here.
Despite the physical distance, the Emperor’s Haki was affecting even this place.
The presence he felt was by no means light.
‘Could he be a 9-star?’
Killian gritted his teeth.
He became aware that Anima was gripped in his hand.
“This is not enough to stop me.”
Hwoong.
He swung his sword and cut through the pressing Haki.
Space distorted in the midst of the scattered Haki.
Beyond the distorted space, a battlefield of some sort was visible.
A flag with two dragons touching.
‘Eurasia?’
He recognized the scene before him as the battlefield of Eurasia.
The Undead legion and the Black Dragon were destroying the castle walls.
A battle filled with the stench of blood was vividly depicted before his eyes.
He also realized that the blood they shed was flowing to this place.
“This place and that place are connected.”
Killian murmured softly.
The Emperor’s goal was not something like victory in the war.
Something terrible in the form of a Shik was being prepared here.
‘I must stop it.’
Several visions overlapped and he returned to the present space.
The place where he stood was a Warp Gate.
In front of him was the staff that had become the medium of the Shik.
A familiar voice was heard.
“My lord.”
At some point, Crimson Wolf had approached.
He had revealed himself to help Killian after confirming that his Carpe Illusion was wavering.
“Crimson, this is……”
“I saw what my lord saw.”
It seemed there was no need to explain the situation.
“It seems they won’t give it up easily.”
Crimson muttered lowly.
At that moment, another familiar voice was heard.
“Hmm. This looks dangerous.”
Orchid Owl hummed and said in her characteristic relaxed voice.
As always, her face was not tense even in a precarious situation.
Tuk.
She landed next to Killian and burst out laughing.
“A fruit gained without taking a risk cannot be sweet.”
Space shimmered.
The Emperor’s form, which had disappeared for a moment, reappeared.
Kugugugung.
Simultaneously, the Haki that had vanished pressed down on them again.
Shallow groans escaped from the mouths of Crimson Wolf and Orchid Owl.
“The Emperor uses the Curse of the Grotesquery to wield the Authority of a God.”
“It’s dangerous. If we’re to escape, it must be now.”
“Ahaha. We might die here if we’re not careful?”
Listening to the conflicting reactions of the two Night Walkers, Killian raised his sword.
“I suppose so.”
His gaze met that of the Emperor, who was observing him.
“I have cut a piece of the Grotesquery.”
Killian said, as if for him to hear.
“I have also cut the paltry will of a god.”
He said it like a declaration, meeting the Emperor’s gaze head-on.
“Cutting the insidious will of a human is no task at all.”
Even if the opponent was one who had reached 9-stars.
Kwaaaaaa.
He released the level he had been suppressing.
He unleashed all the mana he had accumulated in his body.
The air vibrated and the entire area was shaken.
Kugugugugu.
The overwhelming energy collided with the Emperor’s Haki, creating a huge storm.
“Your command.”
“The command is?”
Crimson Wolf and Orchid Owl, their eyes turned red, asked quietly.
With his characteristic harmless smile, Killian aimed his sword at the Emperor.
And then he swung it down just like that.
“We hunt the Emperor.”
A new battlefield unfolded.