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HELHEIM SCANS
[Translator - Helga ]
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Chapter 145
Blata’s eyes sparked with energy,
Crackle!
A red lightning bolt struck from the sky.
It was reminiscent of the Blood Lightning skill Kane used recently.
Those hiding had to reveal themselves under the torrent of lightning that split through the sky.
“Ugh.”
“What kind of mana is this…?”
Priests dressed in their Meyer Family robes looked stunned.
Among them was a familiar face.
It was Bernt Pervartz, the Sixth Seat.
All of them were summoned by Elder Manuel.
“Mikhail, this time, you think you can kill him?”
“Leave it to me.”
Mikhail gripped the Flame Emperor’s Spear tightly.
The one responsible for destroying his family was right before his eyes.
In the past, he had lacked the power to avenge them; now, things were different.
He was confident he could defeat the Sixth Seat.
As Mikhail fueled his determination,
Kane turned to Elder Manuel and spoke.
“You’re not seriously counting on these shitty executioners, are you? That would be disappointing.”
“You impudent child, asking for death so eagerly. Fine, I’ll grant your wish.”
Elder Manuel waved his hand.
A massive bell tolled, piercing the executioners’ ears.
The eyes of the new executioner, including those of the Sixth Seat, turned bloodshot.
Their muscles bulged, claws and teeth sharpened.
Gray veins swelled over their skin.
The bell was forcibly drawing forth their power of oblivion.
“Go, punish these sinners who dare to defy the divine.”
Elder Manuel’s command fell.
The executioners and priests attacked Kane.
Golden rays poured down upon him,
a blend of divine energy and hostility.
Simultaneously, close-range attacks followed.
As the sword sliced diagonally,
Rip!
A sound like the fabric of space tearing echoed.
It was as if a dragon’s claw had ripped through.
The ground split into three, four sections.
The attacks rained down from all directions.
Even one hit would inflict a lethal wound.
But Kane didn’t deploy any defensive techniques.
He simply tossed two Bloodsky bladesinto the air.
Immediately, blood mist filled the air from the Bloodsky Blades engulfing the surroundings.
Boom!
As the blood mist burst, it emitted an explosive roar.
The spreading mist further enveloped the area.
And from the obscured vision, a Blood red sword shot out.
Slash!
One executioner’s body was split apart.
The executioner’s spear, though it blocked the blade, was sliced in half along with the body.
The carnage began with the executioners.
They hadn’t even dreamed that they would become the victims of a massacre.
They were used to being the predators, but now, they were mere prey.
For the first time, they understood the terror and fear of being hunted.
One by one, the executioners fell.
A mage lost both hands.
The one who mimicked assassins lost his ankles.
In an instant, six of them were defeated.
Now, only one remained.
Bernt Pervartz of the Sixth Seat.
Kane grabbed him by the neck and he was hurled to where Mikhail stood.
“This one’s yours to handle.”
He had promised Mikhail, so he left Bernt to him.
When the Bloodmist vanished, the gruesome scene was revealed.
The executioner and all the priest lost their lives in less than five minutes.
The difference in skill was overwhelming.
For the first time, Elder Manuel showed signs of alarm. He hadn’t expected the executioners to be defeated so easily.
"You're the only one left, then."
"You’re a demon, aren’t you?"
"That's not something I'd expect to hear from the House of the Sun."
"But I do envy your power." Then, Elder Manuel pressed his lips together.
"Why not use that power for good? It’s too valuable to waste on people with no use."
"Spare me your nonsense."
"If you join us, you could obtain the power of a god. You must’ve heard of it—the one who wields divine authority, the apostle."
"That is…"
"I’ll give you that power. You’ll be blessed with the divine. Perhaps, power even stronger than the head of the Meyer Family will be yours. Isn’t it tempting?"
Manuel tempted him.
To receive the power of a god was to become a demigod.
One could potentially rule the entire continent.
It was a power any human would covet.
"Take my hand. Together, we’ll move the world."
Manuel held out his hand.
"Do you guarantee eternal life?"
"Of course! Our grand design lies in that eternal life. You could live not for mere centuries but over a thousand years, if not more. You could even establish your own empire beyond the confines of the Fresia Empire and rule the world!"
"And could you let me escape from this world?"
Manuel replied without hesitation to Kane's question.
"Anything is possible. If you wish it, it will be done."
"That’s rather tempting."
"Will you join us?"
Manuel's eyes sparkled. He thought he had won over Kane.
"The offer is appealing, but I’ll have to decline."
"You’re willing to throw away such an opportunity?"
"I don’t think it’s too bad."
"Then, take my hand."
"I’m not fond of living my life led by another’s hand."
At Kane’s wordplay, Elder Manuel shouted angrily.
"What are you trying to do!"
"I’m saying I have no desire to join hands with the House of the Sun."
"You wretched fool!"
"Stop wasting your breath and come at me."
As Kane adopted a disinterested stance, Elder Manuel unleashed his power.
"I’ll make you regret turning down such a fine opportunity."
* * *
Meanwhile.
Mikhail and Bernt Pervartz were facing off.
“It seems the chance for revenge has come sooner than expected.”
“Don’t waste your time. You can’t defeat the House of the Sun.”
“I plan to give it a try.”
“Are you really putting your faith in that monster?”
“Yes.”
Mikhail nodded. Kane had a power that made people believe in him. If Kane said he would bring down the House of the Sun, it felt like it could actually happen. So, Mikhail chose to trust him.
“Monsters like him are a dime a dozen in the House of the Sun. Why do you think I destroyed Pervartz? If it hadn’t been for me, all of Pervartz's bloodline would have been erased. The lineage of the True Dragon would have vanished from the continent.”
“That’s no excuse.”
“You insolent fool.”
“And don’t dress up your betrayal of your family for the sake of power with noble words. It’s disgusting.”
“What would a brat like you understand about my feelings?”
“I don’t care to understand your feelings.”
Mikhail used the Breath of the True Dragon. Flames erupted from his spear. As he infused his family’s weapon with the power of the True Dragon, its innate strength emerged.
A black dragon’s form appeared behind Mikhail. As he resolved to fight, Bernt revealed his own power in turn.
“You’ve made a truly foolish choice.”
“Here I come.”
Thud—
Mikhail charged at Bernt, unleashing the Dragon Fang Spearmanship of Pervartz. Every movement he made was accompanied by a dragon.
A black dragon, coiled around his spear, surged outward along the spearhead.
“You’re not the only one who knows Dragon Fang Spearmanship.”
Bernt also used Dragon Fang Spearmanship, and the two dragons clashed, biting and tearing into each other. In the past, Mikhail would have been at a disadvantage, but now the roles were reversed.
Boom!
Crash! Crash! Crash!
A series of impacts exploded around them. The energy waves from the spears spread outward, burning everything in their wake. Mikhail advanced, forcing Bernt to retreat.
“Ugh, you…!”
With the Flame Emperor’s spear in hand, Mikhail was a completely different man— he was now a Blood Knight of the True Dragon. The more wounds he suffered and the more blood his opponent shed, the stronger Mikhail grew.
The mana of the True Dragon mirrored this, becoming fiercer with each attack.
Unable to withstand the relentless assault, Bernt was thrown back, crashing into the ground.
“Gah!”
Mikhail readied his final strike, pulling his spear back. He was preparing to throw it.
Seeing this, Bernt shouted desperately.
“W-wait!”
“Do you have any final words?”
“Aren’t you curious about how Pervartz met its end?”
“I am curious.”
“I’ll tell you everything. Just put down your spear.”
“I won’t listen until I’ve completed my revenge.”
Mikhail tightened his grip on the spear. The black dragon within it let out a roar.
“L-listen to me!”
Despite Bernt’s desperate plea, Mikhail’s spear left his hand.
“N-nooo!”
Bernt, refusing to accept death, tried to escape, screaming.
Thud!
The sacred spear pierced straight through his chest.
“Ugh…!”
Blood spurted from his mouth, mixed with fragments of his organs. His face aged rapidly, the years finally catching up as his mana could no longer hold off time.
“Farewell.”
Mikhail severed Bernt’s head, ensuring he could not resurrect using the power of oblivion.
Turning his head after ending the battle, he observed the other fight.
“It looks like that side will be over soon, too.”
“Isn’t he just a complete monster?”
Isaac was watching Kane fight with awe-struck eyes. Calling it overwhelming seemed like an understatement.
“He’s probably an 8th-class at least…”
“If he’s an elder of the House of the Sun, he should be at the level of the Lower-tier of Twelve Star Lords, but Kane’s toying with him.”
“It’s a rather twisted hobby.”
“Kane’s always had a cruel streak.”
The stronger the opponent, the longer Kane would draw out the fight. It was a habit of his, as if testing his own limits.
Even now, he was doing just that.
Yet he held the upper hand at every moment. He never gave his opponent even a second to catch their breath.
“It’s terrifying just to watch.”
“You feel that too?”
“The thought of that blade coming for me makes my skin crawl.”
“Phew. I’m so glad to be on the same side as Kane.”
Isaac genuinely admired Kane. Every one of his movements was perfectly calculated, without a single wasted attack.
Every strike was lethal.
Kane with his Dual Blade swordsmanship skillfully maneuvered them to overwhelm his opponent.
It was frightening to watch him relentlessly drive his enemy with such powerful determination. Just observing him sent chills down their spines.
That’s how potent the aura of his lethal swordsmanship was.
“Ah!”
“It looks like it’s over.”
With Isaac’s exclamation, Elder Manuel collapsed to the ground.
* * *
“This… this can’t… be…!”
“So even an elder of the House of the Sun isn’t much. The First Star must not be that strong either.”
Kane had finished his calculations.
He could overpower elder-level opponents. Even if they came in groups, he could handle them.
Now that he fully understood his true abilities, rather than relying on any false sense of strength, he clearly sensed his place in the hierarchy.
“Thank you for revealing the House of the Sun’s full power to me.”
Through Elder Manuel, Kane had gauged the true strength of the House of the Sun. This was why he had traded attacks instead of ending it quickly.
The only person worth being cautious of was the First Star. Even then, extreme caution wasn’t necessary.
The one thing he had to guard against was the House of the Sun’s schemes—namely, their tendency to take hostages from those close to him.
Hadn’t he fallen for this once during his time as Ray?
It wasn’t even Dirk’s idea; it must have come from the House of the Sun, likely from Gregor. This kind of manipulation was their most commonly used tactic.
Kane pointed his sword at Elder Manuel’s lifeless eyes and spoke.
“First Star Kesh Meyer, I know you’re watching me through these eyes.”
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HELHEIM SCANS
[Translator - Helga ]
[Proofreader - Lucky]
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