I Became a Mythical Hunter After Killing the Golden Goblin - Chapter 132

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Chapter 132. The Fourth Seat, The Lord Who Devours Death—Kamighin (2)
Among the powers of Pride, the demonic energy that governs darkness. The demonic essence called a demon spirit, obtained upon inheriting the Master of Ten Thousand Demons, greedily and ferociously consumed the crimson soul.
Flinch. Flinch. Shudder!
This was entirely different from when I had subjugated Belial before. She had accepted subjugation without resistance or refusal. But Bertas was not the same.
I could feel a will so resolute that even if the soul shattered, it would never submit. A determination never to become my subordinate, never to live a life at my command.
It was only natural. The souls of those bound by contract do not belong to themselves. They are all subjugated to the demons and devils they have made pacts with.
How long had the crimson soul been struggling and resisting? Just as it began to shatter from using power beyond its limits—
Whoosh!
A demonic energy different from my own began to encroach from the edge of the crimson soul. It was thicker and murkier than my energy, with an unsettling aura of death clinging to it.
I didn’t need to ask whose it was. I had felt this demonic energy once before.
‘Kamighin!’
That creature locked in the Underground Prison had confirmed the Apostle’s death and was attempting to harvest the soul.
Only then did the crimson soul grow docile. As if entrusting everything to another, as if admitting defeat, it ceased its resistance and offered its soul to the mercy sent by its god.
Witnessing this, I could only laugh. How utterly foolish.
It was but an instant. The demon spirit stat, one of the powers of the primordial demonic energy surging from the soul, rapidly swelled in magnitude.
Full power. The moment Kamighin’s demonic energy faltered in its encroachment, I did not miss that opening.
I concentrated my will and dominated the demonic energy. Absolute dominion. The power of the Demon God’s form manifested, and Kamighin’s demonic force rapidly retreated.
Shock. Both Kamighin’s will, felt through the demonic energy, and Bertas’s soul, which had believed it would return to the Demon King’s embrace, were bewildered by my power to dominate even the Demon King’s demonic force and hastily prepared resistance. But—
“It is already too late.”
I did not miss that brief gap and instantly seized the soul. The crimson soul was completely consumed by my demonic energy.
Kamighin’s demonic energy raged, baring its teeth and snarling in threat, but I casually waved my hand and erased it. A force without a master and without purpose posed no problem.
“Do you still have the leisure for such things?”
It seemed he had not yet descended to Underground Floor 4. I cast a scornful smile and gazed upon the soul before me.
〚Soul: You have forcibly subjugated the Puppet Master of the Blood Clan—Bertas!〛
With the System’s message, the crimson soul took on flesh.
〚You have forcibly subjugated a soul.〛
〚You have forcibly severed the connection with the linked Demon King.〛
〚The soul has sustained damage.〛
〚Only 70% of original power will be manifested!〛
Unfortunately, forced subjugation had its limits. Seventy percent of original power. This was within acceptable range. Rather, with the authorities amplifying him further, there was virtually no loss to speak of.
An aura of crimson blood gathered, and flesh was created. It was the identical body I had tortured and burned to death mere moments before.
Upon revival, Bertas opened his eyes in shock and gazed at me, then unknowingly cast down his gaze, knelt, and displayed an appearance of reverence toward me.
〚Subjugation successful!〛
〚Authority: Master of Ten Thousand Demons grants tremendous buffs to subjugated entity: Bertas!〛
〚Stat: Blood Essence—True Blood [Ancient] is elevated to Stat: Blood Demonic Energy—Pure Blood [Mythic]!〛
〚The race of subjugated entity: Bertas transforms from Vampire to Demon-Tainted Bloodsucker—Vampir (вампир)!〛
Transformation occurs. Bertas’s mouth opens wide, seized by wonder and omnipotence. Simultaneously, tremendous blood erupts from within his body and transforms.
From crimson to dark crimson. It develops deeper and purer. His rank ascends and his power increases.
〚Authority: Master of Ten Thousand Demons grants tremendous buffs to the owner!〛
〚Subjugated entity: Bertas. True Blood Vampire. Baron-rank Vampire. Apostle of the Demon King…〛
〚Unique Ability: Vampire Factor [Common-F] has been acquired!〛
At the same time, changes rippled through me as well. I furrowed my brow, closed my eyes, and turned my gaze inward to examine myself.
It had changed. Something that was not quite human had woven itself into my being.
Yet I had not become a vampire in place of human—not immediately. The human genetic factor still overwhelmingly dominated my essence. This was merely the emergence of a possibility.
‘Should I be pleased about this?’
I couldn’t say. I had once considered that my race might transform. But vampire had never crossed my mind.
I had assumed that once I obtained the Master of Ten Thousand Demons, I would become something akin to a demon or perhaps a fallen angel. But a vampire?
For now, I buried this dormant factor—a force without influence or power—and dismissed the thought.
〚Authority: Reign of Ten Thousand Demons grants a new possibility to subordinate entity: Bertas!〛
〚Within the essence of subordinate entity: Bertas, a brilliant possibility blooms!〛
〚Authority: The Primordial Throne is generated!〛
At last, his eyes opened. It was different from before. His pallid skin and lifeless visage remained unchanged, yet crimson irises now swam with the darkness of demonic energy. Simultaneously, those eyes overflowed with infinite reverence directed toward me.
“Bertas.”
“Yes, great Ma-in.”
The subordination was successful. He had grown stronger—so much so that the loss of seventy percent of his power was utterly imperceptible.
Witnessing this, I could truly comprehend the magnitude of my own strength.
‘To subordinate ten thousand creatures in this manner?’
It would be nothing short of a calamitous legion. Of course, not every subordinate would achieve such heights. Perhaps I had simply been fortunate.
His soul possessed an immense growth ceiling, which is why he received such absurd power in the first place.
‘Belial was originally a Demon King, so that makes sense.’
That Bertas harbored such potential was gratifying. Yes, for troubling me as he did, let him grovel beneath me for eternity.
I parted my lips and issued a command.
“Is there a way to send Kamighin back to the Demon Realm?”
“….”
He hesitated. Did lingering loyalty to that one still remain within him?
Would I need to invoke an absolute command? The moment that thought crossed my mind, Bertas responded. It seemed his silence had been contemplation rather than reluctance.
“There is one. Precisely one method.”
“What is it?”
“Offer a sacrifice of opposite attribute—exceeding what was used in the descent ritual—upon the Altar, and reverse the magical circle’s manifestation.”
I creased my brow. What did that mean?
Bertas lifted his gaze to meet mine, then turned his head slightly and gazed at the empty space beside me before speaking.
“To summon the Lord Who Devours Death, we offered the souls of countless humans and even a Demon King’s sacred relic as sacrifice. For anything exceeding that, only two things can be obtained now.”
I sensed what he was about to say.
“The great sacred relics of heaven. Only the Holy Grail and the Spear of Longinus remain.”
A sigh escaped me. The Spear of Longinus could never be offered—it was more precious to me than life itself. That left only one choice.
Offer the Holy Grail, and Kamighin would be banished to the Demon Realm. But it pained me. To sacrifice a sacred relic!!!
I retrieved the Holy Grail from my inventory. The sacred, hallowed chalice captivated my gaze. Another sigh slipped free.
“Is there another way?”
“…I apologize. There is not.”
“By your estimate, how long would it take? For Kamighin to crush all the calamities in this Underground Prison and emerge?”
Bertas deliberated with grave and careful consideration before arriving at his answer.
“Seven to eight days. That should be enough to escape. Even accounting for variables, I guarantee escape within ten days. Honestly, if we simply eliminate the beast on Underground Floor 4, the Two Calamities won’t pose much of a problem. Not only will he recover all his power, but he’ll grow even stronger by consuming the death created by the Apocalyptic Beast’s fragments. Of course, this conclusion accounts for the time needed to ascend.”
So that’s how it is. Seven days, or ten at most—there’s a possibility.
“Then let me change the question. If we offer sacred relics at that Altar, could we weaken Kamighin?”
“…It’s not impossible. However.”
However?
“The efficiency would be quite poor. Even if we offered all the sacred treasures of this Holy Kingdom, we might only weaken him by half.”
No, that’s more than enough. I didn’t ask further. Instead, I laughed while gripping the activating Longinus tightly.
“So that’s settled then?”
There was no need to hesitate any longer. I made my decision. I wouldn’t send Kamighin back to the Demon Realm. I would kill him.
I turned my head toward the man who had appeared here at some point.
“Is it possible? I need assistance. This isn’t something you can’t be involved in, is it?”
I turned to look at the man who had appeared behind me, observing the situation with calm, emotionless eyes.
He was observing me. As if trying to discern good from evil.
“Pope. I ask you. Is it possible?”
I think I understand why he has that look. It must be because I’m inheriting the power of the Demon King.
Is he afraid upon seeing true power? Or does he think I’ll become an enemy? I don’t know.
After a moment of silence, the Pope nodded and answered.
“Indirect assistance is certainly possible. I’ll tell the Two Cardinals to help. Since the fate of our Holy Kingdom depends on this, we should provide maximum convenience. We’re simply grateful.”
“Thank you. With this, I’ll kill the Demon King well.”
“Hehehehe. The Demon King’s successor. Saying you’ll kill the Demon King. How amusing. Quite amusing indeed.”
The Pope said so and vanished in an instant. I turned my head to gaze at the Altar. Now the true end approaches.
I sat down and focused on activating Longinus. Bertas stood guard over me like a protector.
He too spent the time learning and growing accustomed to his newly acquired power.
Not long after, the Two Cardinals—excluding the dead Aoyra and Bartroy—approached me, speaking of continuously bringing sacred relics, then departed while glaring at Bertas.
From their perspective, Bertas was certainly a traitor and evil deserving of divine punishment.
But since he’s already become my subordinate and will receive eternal punishment, there’s no problem. As long as I don’t die by misfortune, time is on my side.
Bertas began preparations by pouring sacred relics directly onto the Altar. He didn’t weaken the power immediately.
If he had, there was a risk that Kamighin might die to the Calamities instead, allowing the Calamities themselves to escape this underground.
The Altar would activate the moment Kamighin appeared.
Time passed swiftly like this. And in that moment when approximately nine days had nearly elapsed.
【Insignificant worms of the Lower Realm! From the deep underground, death rises to bestow despair upon you! Worship and grovel, begging for the mercy of death!】
Kamighin appeared.

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