< 69. The king now stands alone above, heading towards the sun. (1) (From here, it’s a paid chapter!) >
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Raindrops fell one by one, his heightened senses perceiving each drop, while his body felt like it was on the verge of collapse. Fernandez moved one arm and pulled the chain. The loosely hanging chain tightened, releasing magical energy.
-Ssshhh.
The rain pouring above him stopped. Without turning his head, he knew. Abelesas had spread her wings, blocking the sky. Not just the rain, but even Mumto’s watchful gaze.
In this space below, Mumto could no longer intervene. An ancient god who had been active during the celestial war long ago. Abelesas, who inherited the divinity of Melrsildur, was herself on the level of a demigod.
As a sealed being, Mumto had no strength left to intervene with them now. The massive form of Abelesas blocking the moonlight plunged the audience hall into darkness. But for the wraiths of the Necropolis and Fernandez, sight was unnecessary.
-Crrackle.
The magical energy of the Necropolis and the dragon swirled violently within the audience hall. The wind created by the flow of magic scraped against the pillars and murals of the hall. Layer upon layer. As if painting over the traces of the past, creating a new story.
‘How much time does Abel have left?’
-Not much.
‘Let’s finish this quickly.’
There’s an old saying among mages: No power is omnipotent. Omnipotence is a kind of ideal, a kind of illusion. Neither for gods nor demons.
To fully resurrect a dragon that died fifteen hundred years ago. Similarly, to fully resurrect a god who died fifteen hundred years ago. Even if a thousand miracles were stacked upon another thousand, it would still be impossible.
What kept Abel alive and moving now was merely a faint trace left by Melrsildur. Consumable, limited. Fernandez had once advised Abel never to transform into a dragon.
Perhaps her willingness to abandon her own safety was due to the unique circumstances of the Dane Kingdom and the Church of the Underground Burial. She claimed she wasn’t consumed by sorrow, but Fernandez could feel her sadness through the chains of control.
-Do you regret it?
‘One regret is enough. Anything more is a waste of time.’
I left my regrets behind the moment I closed my eyes. Fernandez quietly repeated this to himself as he took a step forward. The chains followed, dragging behind him. He could feel the gaze of the wraiths.
With only one arm, what can you do? The mocking laughter of the old king seemed to echo.
-Thud.
Running with only one arm created a bizarre sense of imbalance. Fernandez pulled the chains and dashed straight toward the audience hall.
-Crackle!
A dark green bolt of lightning struck his body. The nerves in his right leg were damaged, and he felt his muscles contracting. But it wasn’t yet time to use Abel’s magic.
-Crackle!
Another step. Now almost dragging his foot. A red spear pierced his chest, missing his heart by three inches. Two ribs broke, and bone fragments stabbed into his lungs, making it hard to breathe.
-Thump. Thump. Thump.
Diemonica’s heart, sensing the crisis, beat louder than ever. Blood surged wildly, arteries swelling as if about to burst, his head burning hot. Endorphins exploded to suppress the pain, making him feel as if he were floating in the air.
But one more step.
Beyond the hall’s barrier, to the king’s side.
-Crackle.
His magical energy surged, creating a massive whirlpool with the enemy’s magic. Now completely out of control, it was pure chaos. Fernandez felt his arcane vision overload, unable to read the rampaging magic any longer.
-Crackle!!
The magic began devouring the walls of the audience hall. Scars multiplied, and the epic of King Dane that once adorned the walls began to crumble. The swamp monster. The undead army. The Church of the Underground Burial. The praising knights. Shield’s blessing. Now, the dragon flying over the plains.
[Die, die! Fall! Fall now!!]
The enemy’s desperate cries echoed from afar. Not in physical distance, but in mental distance. The oxygen levels in his blood dropped, and a dizzying metallic taste filled his nose.
“Huuu…”
With one hand and the rampaging magic. In a situation even the beastmen couldn’t handle. Fernandez took one step closer to him. The king stumbled back, tripping over his throne. He trembled, using the beastmen for support.
[You’re a monster!!]
“Familiar words.”
How many had called him a monster in his past life? Fernandez almost laughed, lost in memories. Instead, all that came out was a dry cough mixed with dead blood and fragments of his organs.
-Thud!
A sword twisted into his stomach. The old king, too panicked to prepare any magic, simply swung whatever was in his hand. Fernandez couldn’t dodge, lacking the strength and time. The ceremonial greatsword plunged deep into his abdomen.
Flesh split, and blood gushed out along the blade’s grooves. Fernandez gripped the greatsword with trembling hands. The old king’s twisted smile appeared.
[I did it. I did it! Hahahaha! Die, you monster!!]
“Pray, Pafutet.”
[What?]
The greatsword…
Power surged into the hand that held it. Shield’s blessing still lingered. There was still life left in him to burn. With the intent to burn every last bit of his remaining life, in exchange for the blazing power. He yanked the old king’s hand tightly.
Close enough to feel each other’s breath. Fernandez let go of the old king’s hand and grabbed his forehead. It was hard to believe that this was a body that had suffered injuries that should have killed him instantly. A strong, sinister grip clenched his head.
With the growling voice of a great demon from hell. With the tone of a heavenly god delivering judgment. Fernandez glared into the old king’s eyes. Into the black eyes, trembling with the specter within the abyss. With blazing eyes.
“To any god, with any words. Desperately.”
[···You. You, you will die here! I, I will go. It’s my victory!! I am immortal!]
The abyss gradually cleared from the old king’s eyes. The specter clinging to the king’s body was fleeing in fear. The collapsing vision detected the specter’s spirit form one last time.
-Quad-dduk!
The spirit of Pafutet rose above the Audience Hall, swirling with magical energy. He was heading toward the teleportation spell in the center of the hall. A spatial leap spell that no living being could pass through. He was a spirit, and if he could hide somewhere through that passage, victory would be his.
In the swirling magical energy, his bitter laughter could be seen. Fear was rapidly fading from his eyes. Feeling his body grow cold, Fernandez shouted.
“Abel, never turn into a dragon again.”
[No, no! What are you trying to do?!]
Abel, who had been staring blankly at Fernandez, hastily reached out to grab him. Somehow, somehow, she could save him. Abel scanned the injuries on his body and panicked, shouting.
[Don’t leave like this. You can’t leave like this!]
She didn’t know about Fernandez’s stigma. In front of her, no. In front of anyone, he had never died so easily. Fernandez smiled, feeling the sadness in her eyes, the emotions she conveyed through the chains.
‘This life was still worth it.’
At least he didn’t hear hatred and screams until the moment he became a corpse. Better than his previous life. Fernandez’s words were met with Faijashi’s mocking laughter. ‘Just do what you need to do.’ ‘Yes, I will.’
-Quad-dduk!!
The chains began to break. Abel’s arm froze for a moment. As the Control Spell shattered, the scattered magical energy began to be sucked back into her. Like iron filings drawn to a magnet, her strength returned in an instant.
And then, in the slowly flowing time. The end of the chain split and burst apart. Fragments of the black chain turned to dust, scattering in the air. As the magical energy was absorbed, the specter’s movements slowed for a moment—
-Chwarururuk!!!
Fernandez swung his arm, lashing out with the chain that had been dangling in the air. The rapidly evaporating Control Chain struck through the air, tightening around the specter’s neck!
[Keu-huk!]
“The crime of assassinating a nation’s leader. The crime of defiling a royal dynasty. The crime of interfering with the affairs of the living as a dead being. The crime of deceiving the people with monstrous power and daring to covet the authority of the gods!”
-Chwarururuk!!
The chain tightened, dragging the specter’s neck to the ground. The specter quickly tried to scatter the magic by pointing at the beastman, but Fernandez’s hand moved faster.
As the specter’s body was dragged to the ground, he grabbed the chain around his neck with one hand and repeatedly pointed at the beastman with the other. Desperately gesturing, do it, do it, do it!
-Chwaruruk!
“May the Temple of the Gods grant their blessing.”
Through the Control Chain, Fernandez’s last bit of magical energy. The last thread of energy that couldn’t reach Abel flowed into the specter’s Magic Circuit. With the precision of threading a needle, he dismantled all of the specter’s spells!
[Is this the skill a mortal can possess?!]
“The punishment for the accused is execution.”
-Chwarururuk!!
The Control Chain completely wrapped around his neck. The specter screamed in terror, clawing at the ground. Fernandez’s dying body appeared as a massive, incomprehensible entity.
Against the backdrop of a burning land, cloaked in a shadow as dark as night. The figure of the High Dark Mage, revered by countless demons, displaying the corpses of many heroes on stakes. For a moment, it appeared in the specter’s hollow eyes.
-Chwarururuk!!
It couldn’t end like this! He couldn’t be eternally annihilated as a companion to the specter’s death. The Control Chain pierced his soul, his spirit, connecting him to the specter. In a horrifying sense of unity, the specter howled.
[Even if I vanish, I will give you the most terrible death!!]
The specter charged. Before his soul completely shattered, with all his strength! Pulling the chain. Fernandez’s body, losing strength, collapsed and was dragged along by the specter’s movements. The specter leaped onto the spatial leap spell and shouted.
[Your death will not be mourned by anyone. You will wither alone within the domain of the great master!! My victory!!]
With Shield’s blessing, there was no more life left to burn. Fernandez relaxed as he was dragged along by the chain. As his life force faded, the specter’s body, entangled by the Control Chain, also crumbled.
The conclave of the Necropolis. Pafutet, guarding the fifth pillar. With one down, it would be easier to approach the Necropolis.
Fernandez chuckled as he watched the crumbling specter. The specter was now halfway into the spatial leap spell. In the darkness of the black sphere, his split face grinned bitterly.
-Chwarururuk!!
As the chain was pulled, Fernandez’s body was sucked into the sphere of the leap spell.
‘This is what I wanted.’
Fernandez’s vision was completely engulfed in darkness. At the same time, the entrance to the spatial leap spell closed. Fernandez chuckled at this dramatic performance. A descent that was ugly, painful, and terrifying. A familiar experience.
He smiled as he felt the space twist and the pressure grinding his flesh.
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