I Became a Mythical Hunter After Killing the Golden Goblin - Chapter 126

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Chapter 126. The Descent of the Demon King
〚A monster of all evils that will grow into a near-catastrophe-class threat is being summoned!!!〛
〚Epic Rank A- LV 99: Deuriax, the Hollow Resilient Dragon, is being summoned!〛
Too crude and imperfect to be called a dragon or wyrm, yet a colossal and formidable creature bearing dragon’s blood was summoned nonetheless.
As that which would one day be called a calamity was forcibly summoned without warning or understanding, it roared in displeasure at its summoning.
Caught in the throes of that fearsome cry, I nearly hurled the Longinus spear I held without thinking, but the Pope at the center of the summoning circle spoke first, pronouncing judgment.
“Terrible and vicious calamity, condemned to the end of fate, I shall execute the final destiny granted to you in the name of the great divine.”
Brilliant light descended upon the Holy Knights standing ready behind the Pope, radiant and sacred.
The gaze of the gods pressed down with overwhelming force, and the dragon’s inferior form—bearing the potential to become a near-catastrophe—let out another roar, instinctively repulsed, as the final ritual commenced.
I watched the spectacle unfold, then turned my gaze elsewhere.
Those observing this entire situation from the highest viewing platform of the Colosseum-like structure.
Three Cardinals, the Saint, and two Saint candidates.
As if liberated from fate itself in this singular moment, all those except the Pope—who directly commanded the Holy Knights below and offered his faith to the gods—had gathered here.
I shifted my gaze to one among them. The man seated in the highest seat, a place ordinarily reserved for the Pope alone, wearing a bloodstained smile.
Cardinal Aoira. Or rather, the Puppet Master of the bloodline—the vampire—Bertas.
Had he sensed my gaze? Or had he simply turned to look?
He turned his face toward where I stood, his smile chilling and sharp as a blade.
He no longer feigned warmth or mercy. He knew the end was near.
Rather, he seemed unable to contain himself, his body twitching with barely restrained anticipation, as if he might unfold a descent ritual at any moment to summon the god he served.
I gripped the Longinus spear tighter and steadied my breathing.
The time to fight a god draws near. Time flowed as swiftly as my tension and dread, and at last, the colossal and ferocious calamity met its end.
At that moment, two figures rose abruptly from their seats.
Myself, gripping the Longinus spear and drawing forth my fighting spirit.
Cardinal Aoira, smiling with a face that revealed the culmination of madness and grotesquerie, as if the appointed hour had arrived.
The Pope turned his head to regard Aoira, then withdrew from the scene with a lonely and feeble air.
In that moment of respite—as preparations began for the final ritual to slay the calamity and offer the sacrifice, and to recover from the exhaustion of battle.
Cardinal Aoira leaped from the viewing platform, landing before the corpse of the dead pseudo-dragon in the center of the Colosseum.
“Hahahaha! At last, at last the time has come!”
He swept back his hair and unleashed a roar of madness.
“What is this?”
“Is this a surprise event?”
“That’s Cardinal Aoira? I didn’t know he could make such an expression.”
“But what is it… something feels ominous…?”
“Ominous? This Holy Spirit Festival is a grand affair. I bet we’re about to see something special. How exciting!”
The crowd felt a moment of bewilderment and sensed an instinctive foreboding, yet none suspected the ordinarily benevolent and respected Cardinal Aoira, dismissing his outburst as merely a unique event spectacle.
Even the security personnel tasked with preventing such disruptions failed to act. Had there been elite Holy Knights instead of citizen security with a vigilante militia feel, the response would have been entirely different.
However, this became a meaningless hypothetical, as all the renowned Holy Knights and every capable warrior had exhausted themselves slaying the monster and withdrawn to rest.
Cardinal Aoira himself had recognized this moment of vulnerability and revealed his true nature accordingly.
Cardinal Aoira withdrew a sacred and beautiful chalice from his bosom.
“I offer the pure blood of the great Demon—let the altar prepared to receive the god reveal itself!”
The black blood in the chalice dripped onto Aoyra’s corpse and flowed down to the floor. As it did, smoke began to rise from the blood, and the entire Colosseum started to tremble.
CRACK! SCREECH!
The small altar that had been holding the demonic creature in Bertas’s home basement—the true form of the Puppet Master—revealed itself.
It had grown far more massive, radiating oppressive presence and malevolent intent, easily capable of bearing the corpse of a quasi-disaster.
Was it then that I sensed something had gone terribly wrong?
Fear and dread, panic and exhilaration spread through the crowd.
But it was too late. Cardinal Aoira, his face alight with ecstasy, set the chalice on the ground, then climbed atop the altar and stood beside Aoyra’s corpse.
“Ah… Great God. O Demon who consumes death, commands death, and is perfected through death, reveal yourself!”
Toward the Grimoire of Reversed Heaven—the divine artifact of the gods hovering above Aoyra’s corpse at the altar’s peak—he cried out in worship and exaltation.
Without hesitation, he drove a dagger through his own heart.
“KYAAAHHH!!”
“Cardinal!”
“What in the world is happening?!”
“A demon! The demon is controlling the Cardinal and killing him!”
“What do we do? What do we do? Where are the other Cardinals?!”
Before panic could fully grip the assembly, a sudden, forced silence fell over everyone.
It could not have been otherwise. To witness what unfolded before our eyes…
The Grimoire’s eyes opened, and with an arrogant, aloof gaze sweeping across this lower realm, it smiled with satisfaction and unleashed its demonic power.
The descent—no, the descent of a true manifestation—had begun.
Using the corpse of the Puppet Master’s most invested and carefully crafted puppet—Cardinal Aoira—along with Aoyra’s corpse and the divine demonic creature as the price.
Every summoning circle Bertas had installed throughout the Holy Kingdom activated in unison. The souls and bodies of countless prepared sacrifices vanished forever as the price of descent.
As the descent commenced, those who finally grasped the full gravity of the situation began to act in earnest.
The Holy Knights who had withdrawn for rest arrived first, gasping in horror as they drew their weapons. The high believers in the stands and the two remaining Cardinals moved into action.
“Strike! Do not allow this demon to set foot in our sacred and beautiful realm!!!”
“Destroy it! That such a vile and filthy thing should appear on this most radiant and holy day of the Festival is an abomination and a betrayal of faith!”
With the two Cardinals’ cries, attacks wreathed in holy power flew toward the altar—a structure so massive it occupied one-fifth of the entire Colosseum.
But.
【Hmmmm…】
It was too late.
Where the Demon King’s divine artifact had existed, the very air tore open. It was still a small, insignificant rift. Yet what lay within that rift was anything but small or insignificant.
Upon seeing the incoming attacks, the entity extended its right index finger through the rift and drew it downward.
A single gesture. All holiness was negated, all the living fell to their knees and bowed their heads, and all mana paid homage.
【Insignificant wretches.】
The rift expanded. The finger became a hand. The hand became an arm. The arm became an upper body. The upper body finally became a complete form.
The entity was neither particularly massive, nor grotesque, nor particularly evil in appearance.
It bore the visage of Cardinal Aoira. Yes, if a demon were to take such a form, would it not appear thus?
Had the Puppet Master crafted the puppet in the image of his god? Or had it descended in this form precisely because such a puppet had been offered as sacrifice?
I could not say for certain, but one thing was undeniable: the darkest and most malevolent demon had descended upon this brightest and most beautiful place.
【Cry out and wail before death! Your death itself has descended here in person! Through your demise, the great plan shall be fulfilled!!!】
〚Pay homage!〛
The System’s voice echoes across the chamber.
〚A Demon seated as the 4th Throne among the Great 72 Thrones has descended!〛
What does that message convey—concern? Alarm? Or perhaps acceptance?
One thing was certain: unlike before, this descent was legitimate, built upon proper sacrifice and accumulated causality across ages, so the System imposed no restrictions.
〚Myth Rank S+ LV 799: Kamighin, the Lord Who Devours Death, is summoned!〛
〚Transcending an enormous stage, he descends into the mortal realm!〛
〚Most of his power is sealed!〛
〚Most of his Rank is sealed!〛
〚Most of his LV is sealed!〛
〚A legitimate descent! Penalties are mitigated.〛
〚Authority: Death Consumption can be used to unseal restrictions.〛
〚Current unsealing rate: 0%〛
To be honest, right now he was weaker than the avatar on Underground Level 5—weaker even than that calamity on the 2nd Floor.
Stronger than the corpse of that dragon once called a quasi-disaster, yet far too pathetic and feeble to be called a god. But he could grow. More precisely, he could reclaim his power.
By devouring death itself.
The moment all the messages appeared, there was no more hesitation. I ceased the spear’s activation, rose to my feet, drew my right arm back, and released the tension like a bowstring snapping, hurling the spear toward him.
【Consume these insignificant insects of light…!】
Kamighin convulsed in shock. The demonic energy gathered around his body attempted to intercept the incoming spear, as befitted a god.
It was futile. The power of Longinus could not be stopped by mere energy manipulation—it wasn’t even a skill.
Had he recovered even a fraction of his strength, perhaps he could have blocked it. But with his current power, he could not withstand Longinus with its twelve special authorities manifested.
CRASH! CLANG!
A solid protective barrier collided with the spear, the forces clashing for a moment before shattering pathetically.
【What?!】
Kamighin hastily attempted to dodge the spear’s trajectory, but it was useless. Longinus curved its path and pierced straight through his evading body.
SCREEEECH!!
Light and darkness, holiness and demonic energy—they are antithetical. How much more so when a sacred relic pierces a Demon King?
【GAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!】
With a terrible shriek, Kamighin began to glow, desperately trying to extract Longinus embedded in his right chest.
Watching him, I drew in a breath.
My eyes blazed as I slowly drew forth the boundless magical power from within my body, manifesting The Sun’s inner cultivation to envelop myself.
A sacred and radiant sun glares down at the demon’s malice and charges forward.
〚Unique Ability: Self-Overcoming Strength [Myth-EX+] manifests.〛
The final act begins.

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