Episode 1063 Subject (3)
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
The deep corridors of the Great Hall were blocked by bulkheads at regular intervals.It was the first time since the Bohemian Magic Tower’s airship fleet had crossed the boundary of the fourth dimension and intruded. The strictness did not allow even the flow of air.
A quiet tension flowed in the underground, which had been physically separated from the strata.
The people who could be in this place were a very small minority, including those of high status.
Reigner Rateon was clad in war armor, with the exception of his helmet. He gripped the handle of his heavy shield, sharpening his senses, and asked.
“Remnants of an evil god…? No, where on earth do you get something like that?”
The questions regarding the positions were generally like that.
In modern times, when people think of a god, everyone immediately thinks of the Goddess of Light. Thatis because the Goddess is the only one they know.Even then, they believe in her existence only because of the divine power and miracles of light; since no one has ever seen her in person, the sense of her actual presence is faint.
But an evil ‘god’?
If Verden hadn’t said it, I would have dismissed it as a joke. Since most wizards prioritize reason, that was all the more appropriate.
Cain shrugged his shoulders.
“There’s nothing particularly strange about it, is there?”“Why isn’t it strange?”“Because you’re much stranger.”
Rateon groaned softly as he pondered Verden’s actions.Hmm, it makes no sense.The very fact that he lost consciousness, woke up after dozens of days, and became an 8th-tier transcendent being is incomprehensible. Comparing everything to Verden put his mind at ease.
“That’s true.”“Are you convinced by that? You’re being half-hearted. That’s why I just smash my own helmet half-heartedly, too.”
Gharun, sitting on the uneven steps, looked at Rateon with a look of utter contempt.
“All the other weapons are damaged, too.”“……Haven’t I told you several times? That I fought a transcendent being.”“So, should I praise you for surviving?”
Lateon’s blood boiled.
“Mauler, if you only got one helmet broken from encountering that guy, that’s a bargain. If you can’t stand the sight of it, then craft me a weapon that won’t break.”“Look at this bastard’s manner of speaking.”“Wow, Cain. That guy doesn’t seem to know how to respect elders.”“Respect elders? What are you talking about? Look at the size of that dwarf’s forearm before you speak.”
Gharun’s short body, honed by blacksmithing, defied even the common sense of a dwarf.This was true only of his appearance, and his actual physical strength was as well.
Yunia nodded.
“That’s true.”“You’re quick to get things across, kid.”“I’ll take your side, so I’ll have a staff member too.”“You already have the right weapon for yourself. Too much is poison. Focus on expanding your capacity.”“Tch.”
It is difficult to find an Anifact capable of maximizing Junia’s magical abilities that is better than the Staff [Ultima], even if you look around the continent.
There is no particular reason to change it.
Upgrading [Ultima] creates a possibility that the physical strain, which already causes exhaustion, could lead to semi-permanent damage.
In Gharun’s eyes, Unia’s current state of armament was appropriate for her current level. That is, unless she intended to fight once and die.He looked at the immature genius mage and snorted at Rateon.
“What? Weapons that absolutely never break? If you can’t speak, you little brat. If you don’t like it, find another blacksmith.”“That’s a bit much.”“That’s a bit, well.”“……I’ll correct that.”“Given the times, I won’t make any more of a fuss. I’ll make you a new helmet, but once the war is over, you’re in the mines. Come and mine some minerals with Linus.”
If Linus had been by his side, he would have said, “Huh? Master, why are you being such a jerk to me…?” but he had been working hard on blacksmithing at the dwarf fortress in the ownerless lands and hadn’t had a moment to go outside recently.
Gharun clicked his tongue.
“Tsk, those guys have no taste.”
G’harun was the only one who realized on his own that Verden had become a god. Although dwarves do not worship gods, he felt the presence of a god more strongly than the figures gathered here.
That remnant of the evil god seems like a very dangerous object.
Lito Barslan also staged a protest saying he wanted to see him, but seeing that Verden stubbornly refused, it must mean that he could not gauge the danger.
The reason Gharun was permitted to observe is purely because his mental strength is formidable. His personal combat prowess also falls within the category of national-level military power.
“Gods… that’s interesting.”“I’ve always thought of a god as an abstract concept possessing unprecedented power. It seems my assumption was wrong.”“They must undoubtedly be powerful, beings called gods.”“…….”
Munadim of the Apostate was staring only at the small silver pillar where the remnants of an evil god were sealed, as if she could not hear the surrounding noise.She had actually seen a god.Furthermore, because her mental strength was formidable, she was granted initiation regardless of physical strength.
Creepy, in a different way than the God of the Desert.
For the first time in a while, her precognition reacted, but she saw nothing. It was chaotic. It seemed that she alone could not clearly predict the various potential dangers caused by the remnants of the evil god.
Paaaaat!
The sages activated their magic circuits at the distance designated by Verden. Each of them unleashed their magical energy to prepare for any unforeseen circumstances.The protective shields of Medrant Keden, the Guardian Sage, piled up layer upon layer and began to isolate the core.
“Hahahaha! His Majesty Verden has even put a god at his feet—cough.”“Just come here.”
Aldevan, who was tightly gripped by the nape of the neck by Levana, was dragged to the outskirts.
Beta further strengthened security with a magical shield, and Alpha sat on Beta’s head and signaled to Verden.
[Shock preparedness. Complete.]
The ones remaining inside the magical veil are Verden, Adrian, and Isabella.Now that safety is secured, it is time to execute.
“If you feed blood to the remnants of this evil god, it will take on the form of an entity. The specific form depends on the source of the blood, so it is impossible to know what will emerge.”
Verden anchored a palm-sized silver pillar to the floor with a magic circle. As he withdrew the restraint, tentacle-like things began to crawl out from within.
Bargnon’s processed optic nerve.
“Hmm…!”“Well, what a heinous appearance.”
The stats raised their vigilance to the maximum at the clearly malicious and bizarre nature of the situation. Gharun also narrowed his eyes, gripping a giant hammer in one hand.
Verden said.
Everyone, don’t let your guard down.
Verden extended his right hand to the side.
“Start.”“Yes, my lord.”
Adrian cut Verden’s fingertips with his light sword, causing a light hemorrhage.
Drops of blood forming.
He manipulated this with
The remnant of the evil god that appeared in the ancient adventure was a gigantic monster with two legs and one arm attached to a large head, wrapped in bandages oozing pus.
It took on that form by drinking the blood of Eloris, the Knight of the Dawn and also the wife of Hadras, the Legion Commander of the Great Demons.
I wonder what kind of reaction there will be to Verden’s blood.
If it is not a newcomer endowed with divine power, but the life force residing in the true blood of a god, it will become a monster far greater than what has been seen in adventure stories.
I hope you don’t disappoint.
I would like to avoid disposal if possible.
Verden desperately needed at least one powerful force for the present and the future.
Whoosh—crunch!
The tip of the thickest tentacle spread open and swallowed a single drop of falling blood in an instant. The densely packed teeth clashed against each other.At the same time, the tentacles crawling out from the gaps in the silver pillars stiffened in unison.
A reaction occurred immediately after.
Kugugugugugugugugugugugugugugu!!!
The nerve bundles split open enough to be distinguished strand by strand. An instantaneous surge of presence shook the depths of the Great Hall.
It was fundamentally different from the transcendent.
The pressure exerted on the observers was very unfamiliar to the modern figure. Aldanis could not take his eyes off the changes in the tentacles.
Divine power.
They finally felt God.
[Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!]
A bizarre scream overwhelmed the hearing.
The silver pillar cracked.The seal was broken.
The enlarged tentacles intertwined and took on a new form. A quadrupedal human. Lacking skin, its muscles and nerves were fully exposed to the outside.
An energy similar to a desert catastrophe… no, no.
Munadim of the apostasy held his breath.
It is infinitely close to the original… …!
A divine being descended.
There was one eye.There was no mouth or nose. There were no ears either.
It was simply a large pupil situated in the center of the head. Without eyelids, the pupil repeatedly contracted and expanded before finally focusing.
He truly possesses divine nature.
Verden crossed his gaze with it.
A horizontal line was drawn across the faintly trembling pupil of the evil god.There was a mouth inside the eye.
[World Tree?]
* * *
Junia gripped [Ultima], aimed at the front, even tighter.
“That… you said that, right?”“I think so.”
Grave crossed his short sword and dagger, assuming the stance to
No one understood what the evil god had just said.
This is because it was a physical voice, not a method of communication that conveys meaning to the other person’s inner self like the intention of a transcendent being, but it was not ordinary language.
The language of God.
It is an exclusive property wielded only by divine beings. Therefore, no one other than God can understand it. Verden heard his voice clearly.
Even the Evil God is seeing the World Tree in me.
Verden asked.
“Are you Bargnon?”
[Bargnon… … .]
The evil god, resembling a skinned human model, grabbed the side of his head. He flinched like a broken machine, then fixed his gaze back on Verden.
[It’s not the World Tree. It’s not her. But you are the World Tree. What kind of god are you? I don’t know. Who am I? I am Bargnon. Bargnon’s nerve bundle. What kind of god am I? I don’t know. I cannot know. Who killed me? When did I die? War of the Gods… … The Great Divergence… … The Great Divergence… … Yes, the Great Divergence… … .]
Major branch.
The conflict between chaos and peace.
The ancient god forces, who had been leading the chaos but ultimately sought to destroy the continent entirely when defeat became imminent, had their main forces torn apart in the Silent Desert by the World Tree.
Bargnon seemed to be a god who participated in that war.
[The World Tree, two. It must be just one, but two. There shouldn’t be more than two, but two.]
“What does that mean?”
[World Tree, you were a hypocrite too.]
Bargnon’s large eyes blazed with bloodshot veins. The tips of his fingers, touching his head, dug into the flesh. He sneered with all his might through his pupils.
[To think that one of the agents of peace, having triumphed in the Great Divide, is instead causing even greater chaos than we have. Could anything be worse? If it was going to be like this, why did they even win?]
“……?”
[The World Tree must always be just one. It must not be absent, nor must there be two. That is the providence in which the world was born… … Ah.]
Bargnon looked at Verden in a new light, as if he had realized something.
[You said it wasn’t unfamiliar, but it was you.]
It was a sincere whisper.
[What killed me.]
A memory flashed through Verden’s mind, which held Bargnon’s eyes.
In the first magic tower, forcibly transported beneath an endless labyrinth, and much deeper underground, there was a place where [Gring Arcanum] was sealed.
It was filled with the remnants of ancient gods.
They were not all, but most were ancient gods slain by the World Tree, and the one who gathered and sealed them in one place was the First Demon King.The divinity residing within them could not be completely eradicated by the First Demon King, by ‘you,’ nor by the World Tree…
Verden brought an end to the gods, whom even the greatest beings could not annihilate through the concept of destruction. And Bargnon was one of them.
BANG!In the split second that Vargnon’s death was realized, Verden was struck and pierced through the wall.The magic shield completely collapsed in a single blow.
[How dare a mere immature god destroy my divinity?]
“It seems the evil god is indeed an evil god.”
Bargnon’s eyes, filled with malice, contorted. His gaze twisted. Verden stood beside him as if nothing had happened.It was a mere clone that had taken the blow.
The host must have had a reason for including you in the primeval adventure story.
Verden believed that every single element of the Arcadium game held a true meaning.After all, the Host had always done so.
“This is probably the only option.”
Verden opened a subspace.
[Gring Arcanum], transformed into the ‘Book of Souls’, was summoned to the present world. However, an energy that had not been felt in the Arcadium was flowing from the book.
Scream, or peace.
Such faint voices.
“That’s…….”
Isabella’s keen eye visualized the essence of [Picture Arcanum].
“Souls?”
[Gring Arcanum] harbored quite a few souls.
