Chapter 215 : Chapter 215
Chapter 215
The Ancient God ‘Black Light of the Abyss’ was revived.
He had six hundred tongues, sixty hands, and six eyes, and he stained the world black.
Because of what he suffered from Obro Denoebang, he didn't have the same dignity as before, but he still had enough power to call himself a god.
Just by the Ancient God, who made the black sky his face, laughing, fwe-hehehe, the thousands in the crowd trembled in fear.
The Widow Queen stood as if to protect her people and moved the ground.
The Black Light revealed a pleased expression.
[To think I'd meet the remains of Abundance…….]
The Widow Queen Aida is the master of the Ancient Weapon ‘Uvula of Abundance’.
The Ancient Weapon, made from the remains of an Ancient God, grants a power unimaginable by humans, but unfortunately, it did not reach the level of a living Ancient God.
As the Black Light twisted its formless body, the land of Schmeizen sank in chunks.
[Fwehehe… To think it's been over a thousand years since I was sealed by the Eight Gods of Hotus……. To come out into this world again, it is truly unfamiliar, and also, I am deeply moved…….]
“Black Light, I didn't revive you just to vent your anger.”
Belrsasal, the man once called Karkarsso, spoke curtly.
On his head were horns like a goat's.
The Black Light moved its six eyes and looked at the mage.
[Fine, goat-headed mage… Since you revived me, I'll listen for now… Oh-ho? You have six stars. A Six-Star Mage is very rare…….]
“I was already six stars when we met before.”
[Ah, was that so? Right, I think it was……. But I also saw you when you were five stars…….]
“Aren't you thinking of 400 years ago?”
Belrsasal furrowed his brow.
“The time Sen Sorti tried to destroy the Empire.”
[…Ah, Sen Sorti! Right, right……. It was so urgent that Cordisias even borrowed my power…….]
Because the story of my master came up, I couldn't help but listen intently.
[Sen Sorti… the Last Mage……. Along with Cordisias, an unusually bizarre wench among the Eight Gods…….]
“Unusual, indeed. Who else exists that could destroy half the Empire alone?”
[Fwe-hehehe……. I died once back then, too. As compensation for that trouble, he was supposed to provide me with food, but I didn't know it would take 400 years to keep the promise…….]
“You're talking about the ‘Night of Inversion’. In any case, you ate enough.”
[In the end, I was beaten by some bastard and died again this time, didn't I……. Obro Denoebang… Sen Sorti… Bastards like that always show up every once in a while…….]
The Black Light had lived for a very long time, since the Ancient Times.
But for humans to appear who surpassed him was a strange thing.
Humans who can't even live a hundred years!
[More importantly, what do you want, goat-headed mage……?]
“A sacrifice.”
Belrsasal spat out curtly.
He was gradually coming to resemble a goat.
[A sacrifice? Good. That's simple…….]
The Black Light cackled.
[If I move my six hundred tongues, sacrifices are a quick thing…….]
“No. I don't need human sacrifices.”
[…Then?]
Belrsasal raised his eyes.
His pupils were already long and horizontal, like a goat's.
Looking at the pupils that exuded evil, the Black Light felt a sense of foreboding.
The Ancient God realized that although he had been revived, most of his power was bound to that mage.
“I must make you the sacrifice, Black Light.”
[…Ah……?]
To make an Ancient God a sacrifice was absurd.
Especially since the ‘Black Light of the Abyss’ was a uniquely powerful being among the thirteen Ancient Gods.
However, Belrsasal was a Six-Star Mage.
He had the power to make even the most absurd things a reality, and he enjoyed doing such things.
[…Aaaah……!!!]
The Black Light realized that every corner of its existence was already bound.
The six hundred tongues and sixty hands were already Belrsasal's.
The Ancient God could only roll its six eyes and lament.
The goat-headed mage raised his hand, feeling the captured Ancient God's power.
‘Moon-Shadow Cranium’. In his hand were the remains of another Ancient God.
The Six-Star Mage, holding the power of two divine beings, looked up at the black sky.
The Black Light realized his true intention and shuddered.
[…Karkarsso! You intend to call a true demon, a being that resided in the lowest universe……!]
“If I offer an Ancient God as a sacrifice, it should be enough.”
[You cannot handle it……!]
The Black Light spoke as if screaming.
[You too must have lived for a long time for a human……! If so, you should know……! Why did the Eight Gods of Hotus meet such a fate……!!!]
“What happened to them? Of course I know.”
Belrsasal snorted.
His pupils, split horizontally like a goat's, glistened with greed.
“Mere humans, yet they became gods and have reigned for over a thousand years, haven't they?”
[Fwe-hehehe-! Foolish, greedy, and so very angry-.]
Feeling the magical touch capturing him, the Black Light let out a hollow laugh.
How could there be a man who seemed to have gathered only the filthy parts of humanity?
That's why he liked him.
He was tired of dying and reviving multiple times anyway, so the Black Light decided to give up his life now.
[Very well… Do as you wish, goat-headed mage……. It's not like I can stop you even if I try……. Ah, it's time to sleep again. This time, I wonder… if I can… awaken… again…….]
***
The black sky fell into a deep sleep.
[…….]
In the midst of the silent jet-black, the goat-headed mage emitted a black light from behind his head.
Six focal points, the Six-Origin Halo.
Each of the halos, holding the power of the Black Light, resembled an eye.
“…Amethus.”
“…Yes.”
I, Amethus, and the Widow Queen Aida all looked up at the sky.
It wasn't that we just stood by and watched.
It was just that the Six-Star Mage had been constantly blocking us even while conversing with the Ancient God.
“…Before, this never happened. That bastard is summoning something, but I can't even guess what he'll summon. Do you know what that means?”
“…It must mean we absolutely have to stop him.”
Amethus answered respectfully.
His jade-colored eyes were cold.
Before the regression, I had never faced Belrsasal.
It was because he had lost his life to the Widow Queen and Obro Denoebang.
That's why this was dangerous.
I couldn't guess his hidden intentions at all.
I bit my lip.
When I thought about it, this happened because of me.
Because I moved earlier than before the regression, and because I let Obro Denoebang defeat the master of the Underworld, the ‘Black Light of the Abyss’, it ended up giving Belrsasal an opportunity.
But it couldn't be helped.
I did my best, and I would continue to do so.
I clenched my teeth and ignited the Seven Secrets of my soul.
“…….”
I looked at the Widow Queen Aida.
I conveyed my intention for her to evacuate the people and help us, and Aida answered with her eyes.
As her heart moved, the ground moved with it.
I spoke, my blue eyes blazing.
“Going in now.”
“Yes.”
Amethus and I leaped up at the same time.
I climbed into the air, stepping on ‘Fantasy Finger’, and Amethus shot up in front of Belrsasal in an instant with terrifying leg strength.
“Oh, how scary……”
‘The Heated Iron Bloodline’ and the double-edged sword threatened the goat-headed mage.
They struck the protective magic surrounding Belrsasal, delivering a shock.
The power was so strong that it seemed they would pierce his protection and reach him in just a moment.
But Belrsasal's beard trembled as he laughed.
“53 years have passed since I came to the West.”
As he laughed, a thousand clones laughed along.
“Thanks to that, I was able to prepare an absurd number of clones, and among them, the thousand clones gathered here are particularly well-made……”
It was dazzling.
The Widow Queen Aida, who was evacuating the people, felt a chill.
It was because Belrsasal's clones mixed in the crowd all ignited a light from behind their heads at once.
That light was the Halo, the proof of a mage.
“They can use the Magic of the Three Stars.”
A thousand Three-Star Mages was a force surpassing a Cordis legion.
Moreover, if those thousand mages share the same mind, they become a threat difficult to even comprehend.
The thousand clones spoke in one voice and gathered their power.
“And if I add just a little power to that……”
Six-Star Magic, Halt.
He fetters the world.
‘The Heated Iron Bloodline’ stopped.
The double-edged sword was the same.
Amethus and I stopped as if nailed to the empty air, and the Widow Queen Aida, the trembling ground, the people of Schmeizen, and even the flowing wind all remained in their places.
Halt.
Six-Star Magic.
The power to stop the entire world surrounding him.
It was not something that could originally be used so simply.
Even now, at its price, half of the thousand clones had vanished.
……. The double-edged sword trembled violently. It tried to pierce the Six-Star Magic and take Belrsasal's neck at that very moment.
If it had been just a moment later, it would have surely separated his head from his body.
Looking at the chilling jade-colored eyes, Belrsasal clicked his tongue.
“I only blinked twice, and you're already moving? The last Aretion, you're like a monster!”
Seeing the state of things, Amethus would be moving again in just a few seconds. But Belrsasal still had five hundred clones left.
“If I had been just a little less prepared, no, if I hadn't obtained the Underworld, I would have been dead! But this is Belrsasal's victory.”
He once again brought his hands together and chanted.
“She will come.”
Six-Star Magic, Summon.
***
Amethus's jade pupils quivered.
The tremor flowed down to his hand, and soon the double-edged sword flew like an arrow.
Having shaken off the Six-Star Magic, Amethus immediately aimed for Belrsasal's heart.
It was a speed Belrsasal couldn't even perceive.
A flower petal fell.
It was a lotus petal, tinged with a faint redness.
The lotus petal wrapped around Amethus's sword, preventing the sharp blue blade from taking a life.
Amethus realized he had been stopped again.
No, to be precise, he felt as if he had stopped because he saw a being moving in the rift of time.
Outside of space, outside of time, outside of causality.
This lotus petal came from outside everything he could observe.
Therefore, the fingers must have also come from the same place.
The fingers were white and fine.
It was the hand of a woman.
The hand, beautiful as ivory, gently wrapped around Amethus's double-edged sword and my ‘Iron Bloodline’, pulling them away from Belrsasal.
It all happened in the rift of time.
The world was stopped.
There were three who observed the rift.
Amethus, myself, and Belrsasal.
We clearly saw it.
“…Oh, I gaze upon your face.”
Belrsasal chanted.
He paid homage with all his might in the rift of stopped time.
Before the true demon summoned using the ‘Black Light of the Abyss’ as a sacrifice, even a Six-Star Mage had to bow his head.
“One is rotten, one is only bones, and one is beautiful, so you are surely……”
The woman riding the lotus had three heads.
Just as Belrsasal said, one was rotten, one was only bones, and one was beautiful.
Amethus and I trembled with our entire souls.
We had realized just what kind of being that three-headed woman was.
A soul vaster than the thirteen Ancient Gods, vaster than the Eight Gods of Hotus… vaster even than the stars.
The Demon Queen who stands at the station of death.
The one who became a corpse and was scattered throughout the universe.
And yet, the one who is still alive, the last demon.
“The Undying Demon Queen, Lefren.”