I Became a Mythical Hunter After Killing the Golden Goblin - Chapter 129

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Chapter 129. The Descent of the Demon King (4)
Bertas could not suppress his rage as he surveyed the Colosseum before him.
After a great Divine Being had scattered death across all things, the place where he should have been greeted with magnificent and solemn reverence and praised for his achievements was instead crowded with irritating and vexing faces.
“Ha… what is this?”
He understood that something had gone wrong when the Divine Being’s domain suddenly withdrew, but could it be that the Divine Being’s descent had been cancelled?
How?
Fortunately, that thought was swiftly erased from his mind when he saw the summoning—descent—magic circle still scattering light upon the Altar. Of course that was it; how could mere insects possibly obstruct the passage of a Divine Being?
Unless one had played a central role in this descent like himself, one would never know the method to drive the Divine Being back into that deep Abyss Realm.
Of course, he had no intention of ever revealing that method, even unto death.
It was only natural. What would he have to regret? Even if he were to die, he was an avatar, and since his Divine Being was the god who rules over death, he would gain another chance as one of the dead.
Moreover, even if he were to die again in the state of the dead, as long as he remained an avatar, his soul would be sent to the Abyss Realm and be reborn as the limbs and extensions of his Divine Being.
In short, he had such powerful backing that he had nothing to fear.
“Vermin.”
Bertas took in each of the figures gathered near the Altar in the center of the Colosseum. There were faces he had not seen in ages, faces he had seen again less than a day ago, and faces wearing the shell of a great and troublesome existence—but he no longer intended to suffer helplessly.
Until now, he had hidden his true form and could not use his full power to construct the grand design!
“Despair at having faced my true body, and worship the death that approaches you.”
The Puppet Master of the blood lineage stretched out his hand toward the sky, and as the transformed teleportation magic of Saint Isabella’s design manifested, all the puppets he possessed were summoned, followed by the appearance of Saint Isabella herself and her disciple.
“I shall take the wretched lives of you vermin to ease even a fraction of the great Divine Being’s wrath.”
Despair and fear before inescapable death, and obediently submit to your fate!
A pair of massive wings woven from blood unfurled behind Bertas’s back.
Pallid skin. Unique abilities that command blood. A lifespan approaching eternity. And possessing demonic energy as well.
A vampire. Neither demon nor of the Demon Clan, yet a race so powerful that both the Dark Magic Realm and the Demon Realm acknowledged their strength.
Among them, Bertas was a pure-blooded vampire of the nobility.
“I, the vampire baron Bertas, shall ascend using your blood as an offering!”
Those words were a signal flare. Without hesitation, the two forces collided.
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The Sun’s inner energy permeates the surroundings. While it hasn’t yet reached the stage of a domain, I can confidently say it’s at the level just below it—a supreme technique.
Solar Divine Art
Solar Heart Method
Solar Holy Domain
The sacred sun reveals its presence across the battlefield.
“Infuriating! Absolutely infuriating! That damned sun!!!”
And this domain has produced far greater effects than anticipated. While The Sun’s inner energy is being consumed rapidly, what matters more is that the Puppet Master who introduced himself as Bertas is clearly weakened within the holy domain.
‘Vampires are weak to sunlight?’
Unfortunately, I have no detailed information about vampires. Even before my regression, the vampire race had no connection to Earth.
There were stories that beings called vampires existed, and rumors abounded, but no one had ever witnessed direct evidence of them.
Partly because vampires are reclusive and don’t willingly cause trouble, but also because it was difficult to uncover a race centered in the Abyss Realm.
In any case, my eyes gleamed as I retrieved the Longinus spear and swung it. Without activation, I couldn’t use its divine authority and it was merely a simple spear, but the immense sacred power was lethal to races that revered the demonic.
Starting with the Armor of Chaos, I manifested the Wings of Pride and Equivalent Exchange. Using every buff available, I felt a surge of exhilaration as I charged forward.
“I’ll kill you! I’ll extinguish that repulsive, nauseating light!!!”
Was the true body indeed the true body—had it been suppressing its power until now?
The blood curse technique that creature displayed when we fought was the most basic and least disruptive skill, but the blood curse technique it manifests now was truly deserving of the term “bizarre sorcery.”
It absorbs the life and blood of the puppets blessed by Saint Isabella, then uses those materials to birth bizarre entities.
Blood Curse Art—Calamity Blossom of Blood, Serenade.
The ground bubbled and churned, and from within emerged a massive, overwhelming flower composed entirely of blood.
It was grotesque. The moment the flower appeared, the Colosseum filled with a fishy, nauseating stench of blood.
“I didn’t lose to insignificant things like you out of fear! I was willing to accept minor losses to perfectly complete the grand ritual!”
Calamity blossom—originally a term meaning the fire that will destroy the world. But this creature uses the character for flower, not fire, meaning the flower that will destroy the world.
Naturally, that flower appears large and formidable, but not to the degree of destroying the world. It’s not that powerful. However, from our perspective facing it, it was an overwhelmingly threatening opponent.
The flower pulls its stems from the ground. Grotesque. Thousands of eyes embedded in the petals observe the battlefield. Thorns sprout from the stems, and a virulent blood toxin emanates.
Whoosh!
At Bertas’s command, dozens of stems rise into the air.
“Damn it, get away!”
I tried to dodge immediately, but it was too late. The stems, as if possessed by the will to destroy everything, bring themselves crashing down upon us.
Each one carries the destructive force and danger as if a giant’s footstep. And that’s not all. Even grazing the thorns is dangerous.
“Gaaahhhhh!”
Gun-dan’s vaunted and magnificent golden fortress walls cannot withstand even three attacks before crumbling. What remains of the collapsed fortress is only bitter defeat.
As expected, the thorns of the stem pierce through Gun-dan’s body, and he’s crushed beneath the stem and driven into the earth below.
“Kyaaahhh! Gun-dan, sir!”
“Damn it!”
I sighed, placed the Longinus spear into my inventory, drew the Sword of All Destinies, and rushed forward trying to save Gun-dan, but—
“Where are you going!!! You don’t have the leisure to look away!”
At the voice behind me and the chilling instinctive warning, I quickly ducked my head. A new creation passes over me.
It had summoned another enemy using dozens more puppets as sacrifice.
Blood Curse Art—Harmony of Thirst, Blood-Sucking Giant Insect
It was a colossal worm. A creature so massive and grotesquely formed that one questioned whether such a bizarre thing could exist, unleashing dozens of writhing tentacles from within its maw toward me.
Even simple reasoning made it clear that touching those tentacles would spell disaster.
I tried to retreat using the Stepping Method, but several tendrils blocked my escape route as if to say it was impossible.
Surrounded on all sides. There was no other way to describe the situation.
Nabelung had exhausted all his power interfering with the descent magic circle to send the Divine Being to Underground Level 5. Gun-dan had suffered a critical wound, and Min Cho-rong was busy healing him.
Belial had moved to eliminate the puppets that were the Puppet Master’s source of power, but was blocked by Isabel, her disciple, and the puppets themselves.
In the end, no one could help me. Rather, I was the one who needed to help them.
I clicked my tongue and stared at the enemy before me. S-rank, or perhaps even SS-rank. At maximum estimation, it could even be SSS-rank.
Winning against such an enemy was absurd in itself. It was only natural, given that this creature was a noble of a race with origins in the Abyss Realm.
I took a deep breath and steeled my resolve. But I could win. This wasn’t mere wishful thinking.
Its weakness. Far too obvious and clear. The Sun, and divine power.
I possessed both of those. The very fact that I, who should have already died, still lived was proof of that. Within The Sun’s sanctuary, its power couldn’t even reach 50%.
At that level, it would be at most high A+ rank or low S- rank. Even so, it remained a powerful existence, but the danger was drastically reduced.
The Sun’s inner energy strengthened my power. My inner energy grew even more formidable, aligned with my will to judge the Demon.
Longinus gripped my hand again as I focused.
‘A new technique.’
Unfortunately, even with the opponent weakened, I was granted only a single opportunity. Carelessness? No. Bertas was never careless. Rather, he was controlling his rage and commanding the battlefield with cold, rational thought.
As if determined not to fail this time. So just once, with all my power, even with luck on my side, once was the limit. There was only one way to break through the obstacles and land a blow on that creature’s body.
I gripped Longinus tightly and awakened my spirit. I recreated that moment once more.
That instant when I made countless skills my own, merged them into one, and created something beyond that.
That sense of selflessness I felt in my battle with Lee Ji-yong.
My spirit elevated and the world slowed for an instant. My thoughts accelerated. I stamped the ground. My body moved in perfect accordance with my control.
My body moved as my thoughts commanded. Through the effects of the Infinite stat, I perceived all of the enemy’s attack routes and efficiently evaded using the best, the optimal path.
Simultaneously, I thought. Of a technique that could kill this great and powerful enemy. Remember the strongest power I have seen or possessed.
Creating something from nothing was so difficult it was nearly impossible, but creating something by borrowing from something was possible.
The Sun Divine Art itself was a martial technique born in such a manner.
I recalled those I had met, starting with the strongest.
Azazel. Solomon’s fragment. Kamighin. Belial. Well, there was Imoogi too. But it wasn’t enough. They were all tremendously strong, but none of them had ever demonstrated something that harmonized with the Sun Divine Art.
Then what about another direction? My strongest trump card. Longinus?
No, that’s impossible. Longinus is an activated artifact, and if I tried to create something based on it, I would only end up with a far inferior trash version of Longinus.
In that case, I’ll just use Longinus as is.
Now, slowly retrace your memory. I continued my deliberation while cutting, piercing, and slashing the incoming tentacles.
What attack could kill that Demon in a single blow?
Recall the power that could grant me the ultimate offensive force!
It was the moment I moved my body with that thought. Finally, I remembered. No, I forced myself to remember.
〚Divine Seat: The Hero of Infinite Power recognizes your thoughts through the Quest connected to you!〛
〚Divine Seat: The Hero of Infinite Power uses all the wealth and influence he can expend to barely transmit a single memory to you.〛
The Hero of Infinite Power, the mightiest Divine Being in Olympus mythology, had imprinted upon me a memory containing his technique.
My eyes blazed with light. I found it. The ultimate attack!

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