Episode 936 The Old King (1)
“Lunesica Anternoa.”
The air became heavy.
“Recount the centuries that have passed.”
Everyone’s gaze turned toward the darkness inside the massive crater. Someone is at the very bottom. And not just any being, but a powerful one.
Luneska… … should be dead?
Verden confirmed it himself.He can assert it with certainty.Lunesica’s body itself disintegrated and vanished without a trace. With no hope of survival, the second servant died instantly on the spot.
“……!”
When Verden turned his head to the side, a chunk of meat lay all alone at the edge of the pit where there had clearly been nothing.A clean cross-section of bone, red flesh.Judging by its shape, it was the right fourth toe of a woman, severed with a fine tool.
An unexpected event occurred.
Lunesica’s body appeared as if a hidden body were being revealed.Existence materialized the moment the severed fourth toe of the right foot overlapped with the transparent, naked body.The body that appeared in reality looked like a corpse that had died not long ago.
“Gasp—!”
Luneska took a deep breath and opened her eyes.She felt alive again.Hurriedly sitting up, she stroked her neck, her chest where her heart was located, and her face, and as if understanding the situation, she immediately bowed toward the pit.
Now, eight centuries after the ritual of immortality was performed.
Lunesica lifted the corners of her mouth.
“Lunesica Anternoa, Vice-Captain of the Glory of Xerion, directly under the Imperial Household. I congratulate His Imperial Majesty Emperor Akand Linigea Tain Xerion on his return.”
The earth shook.
It has been a long time.
A shadow rising from the pit stepped onto the edge of the cliff. Legritt, who was closest to him while destroying the gauntlet, raised his gaze.
Taller than Adrian and shorter than Gareth.A physique that was neither excessive nor lacking.Black hair reaching his shoulders.Jet-black eyes.Skin that was close to a light color.He did not really have a beard, and his features were sharp. He exuded a solemn sense of intimidation. Outwardly, he was youthful, appearing to be about two or three years older than Verden.
The existence that the glory of the corpse so desperately longed for.
The old king has been resurrected.
* * *
Since the glory of the corpse has accomplished its ultimate purpose, the Draven, who will soon be resurrected, will also rejoice.
“It is an honor… to see Your Majesty again like this…”
Lunesica, who had lifted her head with a look of ecstasy, froze.
“Uh, how. The supreme body.”
Crunch crunch.
The former king did not answer and lightly tore off the top of his uniform, emblazoned with the Iron Blood Crown symbolizing the Xerion Empire, along with the pitch-black cloak.This was the attire he had worn just before undergoing the ritual of immortality in the past.
“……I thank you for your grace, Your Majesty.”
The torn clothes were thrown at Lunesica. Having regained her life, Lunesica, who was wearing nothing, used them to tidy herself up.She soon could not suppress her anger and glared at Verden.
It’s not a hallucination. I really came back to life.
Verden somehow managed to relieve the physical strain and exercised his insight. By every measure, Luneska’s head was still attached.
Is this a resurrection?Like the miracles of the Luas religion?
Judging by the circumstances, it appears that the toe Lunesica cut off in the past was used as a medium for resurrection. Is that so? Was this what they meant when they said an immortal world would come once the Old King’s seal was broken?
What is the principle of resurrection?How many times can one be resurrected?Are there any restrictions?Will Draven Lemarque also come back to life?… … .
Verden listed questions in his mind as he focused on the old king. He could indirectly feel the vitality emanating from the old king’s fully exposed upper body.
The realm of the physical body cannot be fathomed.
Perhaps because he had successfully completed the ritual of immortality, I could sense a difference in stature compared to the Transcendents I had witnessed in Andes’s memories during the War of the Transcendents.It wasn’t entirely clear, though.Verden is at an unrivaled level among all the Transcendents I have seen so far. A martial arts-based Transcendent. I wonder how he compares to the Beast King of that era.
He narrowed his eyes as he observed the transcendent being who had ravaged the continent.
However, it doesn’t seem to be intact.
Drip… … drip… … drip… … .
Pitch -black blood was flowing from the wounds all over the former king’s body. Among them, the left arm and left leg, which had been transplanted by Draven, were infinitely close to severe injuries.The perfected body, which was originally supposed to remain undamaged under any circumstances, ultimately could not withstand Verden’s
“…….”
Lunesica has been resurrected, but she barely feels any magical power. Does she need time to recover? In any case, she is at a level where she can be considered surplus to force.The state of the Verden side is also dire due to the life-or-death battle with the Glory of the Dead and the shock of
The situation is not over yet.
Swoosh.
The old king picked up the piece of flesh that had originated from Draven’s right arm. However, unlike Lunesica, Draven did not come back to life.
“You threw away the opportunity to enjoy a new world to complete my consciousness, Commander Draven Lemarque. Is that your ‘choice’?”
Lunesica opened her eyes wide.
“Are you saying that the Captain cannot be resurrected?”“It is the result of the arrival of a world that should not have existed in the first place, a world that defies its given destiny.”
The old king clenched his hand and crushed a part of the Draven.
“Anyway.”
The black eyes slowly scanned the surroundings.
There was one species that went extinct.
Regrit Narsilia.
There are two dolls of different kinds.
Cardinals Leonhard and Gregorban.
One long-standing blood relative.
Castian Linigea Tain Xerion.
One slave.
Gareth Cyrilliard.
Destroyer of Fate.
Verden.
There is one follower of the Destroyer of Fate.
Adrian Chambers.
The ancient king, having leisurely observed their faces, wore a faint smile. Insight. Being a transcendent being from birth, he possessed a wisdom that seemed to pierce through destiny.
“It’s a special generation in many ways.”
A sharp wind brushed past.
Overflowing with fighting spirit.
Boom!
Legrit stomped his foot hard and unleashed a punch accompanied by a golden lightning bolt.
* * *
While the former king acted nonchalantly, he closely examined the physical injuries.They were by no means trivial. Even as a protagonist of the War of the Transcendents, he would not be able to freely wield such immense power.
The player is not taken away.
Legrit maximized the physical strength of the dragon while simultaneously unleashing the magic to its extreme. The Golden Gauntlet unleashed a thunderous roar.
Seomjin
A blow, enhanced with skill, went straight for the old king’s abdomen.
Kwagwagwagwagwang!
A bright yellow lightning bolt pierced through the body. Legrit did not stop there, but continued to deliver powerful blows one after another.Knees, neck, face.With each strike, the cavity air turbulently and the ground shook.
“You rotten, decaying relic of the old era…! How dare you call anyone a slave!!!”
Mujeon – Daetaeryun
The technique Gareth unleashed in rage created a fierce whirlwind. A force capable of collapsing a massive mountain surged, regardless of whether Legritt was swept away.Hair fluttered in the wind.The former king, his head tilted slightly, saw through Gareth’s movements.
A heavy roar echoed.
The old king reached out a mere hand from his spot and grabbed Gareth’s fist.Black blood flowed from the wound of destruction, but he appeared unconcerned.
“What else would you call a being whose life is held hostage against their will, if not a slave?”“……!!”“It is pitiful that you are in a plight where you cannot unleash your hidden power because of the light.”
The power demonstrated by Draven’s transplanted body, transcendent physical abilities surpassing it.
Smaaaak!
His abdomen was battered. Grabbed by the hair and dragged down in an instant, he was struck squarely in the face by a flying knee. Startledby the shock that snapped him back to reality, Gareth gritted his teeth and performed his feat again. Legrit also joined the offensive.
Xerion Empire Martial Arts.
The old king did not evade or deflect any attack, but confronted it with brute force. When fists rushed in, he clashed them; when kicks came, he countered with kicks.Amidst dozens of exchanges, the two men soon paused.
“Stubborn but not mighty, solid but not overwhelming. It is an intermediate state.”
Gareth’s balance was broken.
“If I don’t borrow strength from ‘that guy,’ it’ll probably stay that way.”
Gareth was sent flying by a side kick that ignored his defense and was slammed into a distant wall. Since the cavity had expanded to the size of a city, it was practically across the entire city.
“Your individual skills are sophisticated, but as a member of the race, you are still immature.”“Hmph?!”
Legritt stepped back after bumping elbows with the old king.
I almost broke my arm.
She is well aware of just how formidable Yongin’s resistance is. Yet, to think she could smash it with a mere clash… just what kind of body is that?Besides, she has been bringing up races for a while now; does she know anything about demons?
Then, the old king said.
One pure strong one, and one who considers himself solid.
The presence increased.
The war is gradually taking shape.
Vendie, gripping the manifested magic sword [Morbein], clashed with the Old King. Indren waved his staff, searching for a gap in the Old King’s defenses.
“So your body wasn’t destroyed even by that super-level magic…! You are truly a monster.”
Although the physical injuries of both had worsened due to the aftermath of
“Saint, this is dangerous. According to the texts, the power of the ancient king is…”“I am the Saint.”
Leonhardt barely managed to regain his fighting spirit, gripped the Holy Sword, and charged. The Cardinal tried to stop him, but he listened completely.
“Haaaaaah!”
Just like 800 years ago.
The saint stood against the old king.
* * *
Castian breathed heavily and trembled his hand gripping the sword.
In the end, my older brother was resurrected.
A nightmarish scene of half the continent burning flashed through my mind. Even the countless souls sacrificed by my older brother were crying out for vengeance, while some were terrified out of the blue.
however…….
It is incomplete despite having undergone the ritual of immortality.
Ultimately, Brother suffered a fatal injury from the combined attack of the transcendents and had to undergo a ritual. He had to replace the homeostasis he was not born with.Even Brother was not absolutely invincible.
Kill.Without a seal.
There is no other chance if not now, as my brother has suffered the second major injury of his life. A red aura filled Castian’s dark eyes.
The former king’s younger brother participated in the war.
* * *
“……Adrian, can you move?”“Yes, for a moment. I think I can move at full speed.”
Even after drinking Lisandro’s fruit potion, Adrian’s wounds did not heal easily. The energy infused into the wounds left by the Transcendence Energy hindered his recovery.
Under normal circumstances, Verden would have been able to simply erase the traces by designating destruction, but his magic and magical power had spiraled out of control, rendering him unable to regulate his strength.Furthermore, Verden was exhausted to the point where his breathing was twisted.
Ruin cannot be written.
So, I have no choice but to borrow the power of the artifact.
* * *
The Old King responded to the sweeping offensive centered around Bendie. His eyes moved swiftly, and defense and counterattack were executed simultaneously.
At that moment.
Kugugugugugu… … !
Infinite magical power overwhelmed the area.
It would be good to gauge each other before fighting a real war.
The old king gestured.
The dragon sword Magras flew in and was placed in his hand.
“Come, Destroyer of Fate.”
