I Became a Mythical Hunter After Killing the Golden Goblin - Chapter 133

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Chapter 133. The Fourth Seat, The Lord Who Devours Death—Kamighin (3)
Whoooosh!
〚Activation Rate: 83.482%〛
On the ninth day, as the activation rate finally surpassed eighty percent, the spear gleamed with an even more intense radiance, and a formidable, overwhelming power—divine slaughter—descended upon it.
The preparations were complete. Rising from my place before the Altar at the center of the Colosseum, I gazed upon the sacred items stacked like a mountain upon the Altar, then turned my gaze toward the location of the Holy Kingdom Underground Prison.
It was time. Two figures approached me from the side—the Two Cardinals who had survived this chaos—and they bowed their heads slightly toward me before speaking.
“Soon… the Demon King will ascend. The sounds from Underground Floor 2 have ceased.”
Exhale…
Yes, they had held out well. Honestly, as Bertas had said, I thought it would break free in about a week, but the calamities had bought us time splendidly.
The fortunate part was that perhaps due to my growth, the Longinus activation speed was faster than expected, and we had finally surpassed eighty percent.
I hadn’t achieved my original minimum target of eighty-five percent. But that was fine—I could weaken it by using those sacrifices as payment.
‘I can kill it, right?’
It should be possible. That’s why I gathered all these sacred items. Over the past nine days, I believe I’ve scraped together every sacred object within the Holy Kingdom.
From simple, small handcrafted statues of ordinary grade to the grand divine statues of each temple representing the Holy Kingdom.
All of them lent their strength to kill the Demon King rising from the underground.
“Belial. Bertas.”
“Speak. Contractor.”
“Your command.”
Belial was filled with rage. It was only natural—the Demon King had attempted to meddle with the divine avatar she served.
Whether Bertas needed to organize his thoughts or harbored some other scheme, he obediently followed my commands and guarded me for these nine days.
“Belial, go and help. Bertas, prepare to weaken the Demon King.”
At my command, Belial spread her wings and flew toward the Underground Prison, while Bertas began to interfere with the magic circle on the Altar.
And at that moment. The portent finally arrived.
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!
The earth trembles. All ordinary citizens within the Holy Kingdom had already been evacuated under the Pope’s guidance. Since this was a fate I had protected anyway, he deemed this level of intervention acceptable and fled to a new territory with the people of the Holy Kingdom.
As a result, those remaining within the Holy Kingdom were almost exclusively the elite of the elite.
Since Kamighin’s ability consumed death and wielded death itself, I had completely cut off any means of restoring him.
The moment the signal of the Demon rising from underground was received, a massive dome materialized in the sky as if waiting.
An enormous dome enveloping the entire Holy Kingdom. Golden divine power beautifully formed the dome as dozens of formulas were inscribed upon it.
A protective barrier created jointly by the Two Cardinals with Nabilung at the center. Even if things went wrong, it would prevent the Demon King from leaving the Holy Kingdom for a time, and during the battle, it would block his power from spreading outward.
Longinus cries out, eager to judge the enemy at any moment.
Inhale!
I sense it. Underground Floor 1. He has arrived there. The protective barrier created by the gods has completely vanished, and an overwhelming, destructive, and malevolent demonic energy rises from the Underground Prison and begins to spread.
Everyone except for a select few, including myself, trembles before that overwhelming power that makes even breathing difficult.
Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud!
I had not released some of the prisoners from Underground Floor 1. It was too dangerous to disturb them carelessly, and given the circumstances, I could not extend mercy even to them.
Those prisoners, overwhelmed by the terror of death, submit to the Demon King. There was no resistance. When death descended and the conquest of Underground Floor 1 was complete.
A silence fell over the Holy Kingdom—the calm before the storm.
“Prepare.”
At my low yet resonant voice that echoed grandly, everyone tensed and readied themselves for battle.
‘I need to be cautious. A perfect judgment is essential.’
He knows I possess the Spear of Longinus. With sufficient time, he likely knows I’ve activated it to some degree as well.
Then he must have prepared some countermeasure. If I can just identify that move. If these people can hold on until then.
Victory will be ours.
“Begin!”
At my command, Bertas and the Believers attached to the Altar where the descent magic circle was drawn behind me initiated the ritual.
Holy light and blood-red demonic energy intertwine as interference begins on the descent magic circle inscribed upon the Altar, and the countless sacred relics piled like mountains begin to be absorbed.
Gulp.
I swallow hard and gaze toward the distant Underground Prison. And finally, it begins.
BOOOOOM!!
A massive explosion erupts, creating a dust cloud from which the dead emerge alive.
-KIEEEEK!!
-KUEEEEEK!!
-KUEEEENG!!
The first to appear are none other than the Hungry Ghosts. An instinctive sense of rejection and revulsion washes over me.
They were somehow different from those I saw on Underground Floor 2 before.
Those that were filled only with blood, slaughter, and flesh now follow clear commands and begin their assault, wielding Lee Ji-hyung.
The Believers and Knights cry out in horror, desperately and instinctively averting their gaze from them.
Their original bodies are already dead, and they themselves are already fallen soldiers, so the mental attacks of the Hungry Ghosts are weakened, yet it is still beyond what these fragile ones can endure.
“Deploy what we prepared!!”
Therefore, I had prepared countermeasures. Only the Knight Commander and high-ranking Believers maintain their composure and cry out. Simultaneously, a wave of holy and beautiful light pours down from the sky.
Transfer Holy Magic. An advanced holy magic that transmits one’s holy power to another unfolds toward a single person.
“Great Light. We beseech thee, bestow upon us humble ones the baptism of thy sacred radiance!”
Min Cho-rong manifests a miracle with that immense holy power.
‘Excellent!’
Yes. I had already anticipated this situation. That those are the limits of Kamighin’s soldiers.
I was confident that no matter how much a Divine Seat and Demon King Kamighin is, he cannot resurrect the Calamities. I believed that even with his true form descending, the System and sealing formations would never permit it.
Above all, the reason for my deduction was that to advance to the next layer where the sealing formation still lives, one cannot command the Calamities.
Moreover, I even had definitive confirmation. At the end of my last meeting with the Pope, I asked about the Calamities that could become the greatest variable in this plan, and I received an answer.
The Pope said that the Calamities there are those forcibly removed from the flow of time. They are beings who have lived through eons.
Therefore, if the power of the sealing formation that forcibly separated them from time disappears and they meet death, they cannot even leave behind corpses or souls—they can only crumble to dust.
That means Kamighin can absolutely never command the Calamities.
Well, I thought he could command the Hungry Ghosts of the Predators that are born infinitely anew.
If he reached Underground Floor 2, it means all the sealing formations have been destroyed.
As expected, Kamighin sent out the Hungry Ghosts he commanded as the vanguard. As if to gauge our reaction.
The Hungry Ghosts writhe and convulse as they collide with the holy wave, yet unable to refuse the absolute command, they only advance forward and forward.
Knights rushing toward those creatures and Believers supporting those Knights.
And Gun-dan standing at the very front of our forces, likewise granted holy power through Transfer Holy Magic…
“…UWOOOOOOWWWW!!!”
With a tremendous roar, he created a holy form that safely protected our forces from the enemy and made it easier to attack them.
Earth’s mightiest shield. An invincible instrument of war. And countless other epithets—such was the full might of the Hunters.
A battle worthy of being called a war began in earnest. And immediately, the next move revealed itself.
Prisoners. The worst of the worst criminals abandoned on Underground Floor 1 now rose, empowered by Kamighin’s strength and resurrected through death itself.
-Kahahaha! For the great Demon King, I shall rain death upon this cursed kingdom!
-Disgusting, abominable lights—behold the descent of darkness!
-Accept the mercy of the great Lord who devours death!
So he didn’t consume all their death and annihilate their souls, but resurrected them instead. Well, he’s likely already consumed the deaths of those calamities and surpassed mere recovery. Using them as sacrificial pawns isn’t a bad strategy.
Belial flew toward the prisoners. She alone would be more than sufficient to hold them back. Thus the tide of battle intensified.
“How much progress?”
“Approximately 70%.”
The weakening process proceeds smoothly. Soon it would be time for him to notice something amiss.
Right on cue. Half the demons were swept away. As Belial, now freed from servitude and reclaiming her authority, transformed into Sataniel mode—the Judge of Justice and Sin—and overwhelmingly condemned the sinners in her angelic form.
【How pathetic and feeble these insects are, daring to reject even death’s final mercy.】
At last, the Demon King tore open the entrance to the Underground Prison completely and revealed himself on the surface once more.
He was certainly stronger—or so it seemed at first glance.
‘Success.’
The moment his overwhelming pressure and aura descended upon this place, everyone trembled in shock and terror, losing consciousness. Yet I alone could not help but laugh.
Using the Altar and the descent magic circle to weaken the Demon King—it had succeeded.
“How much longer?!”
“Approximately 90%! About three minutes remaining!”
Even now, he continued to weaken ceaselessly. And I could see it—Kamighin’s impatience, his desperation, his anxiety.
His gaze swept rapidly across the battlefield. That gaze burned with fury.
A resolve to succeed at any cost. And irritation at the absence of the demon god’s avatar that should have been on Underground Level 5.
A maelstrom of emotions descended upon this entire land, and soon found me—standing before the Altar at the center of the Colosseum, poised to hurl Longinus.
【There!】
A roar. No—exultation.
Emotions vanished in an instant. Kamighin kicked off the ground and soared through the air toward me. I moved.
The strength of a giant. The colossal power of the Giant Ant. Wings of arrogance. Even equivalent exchange.
I applied every buff, amplifying my strength, and completed my preparations for the throw. A single strike would grant an end to this tediously prolonged game.
‘He cannot stop it.’
My judgment was final. I had assessed it carefully and objectively. Kamighin could never block this blow.
【Insect!!! Speak! What have you done to the demon god’s avatar! Answer me!】
“Go to hell.”
I pulled my body forward from its retreating stance, drawing my right arm back in a wide arc.
Then I thrust my right hand forward with all my might toward him.
【Pathetic insect!!!】
By the time I saw the vicious, malevolent smile spreading across his descending maw, Longinus had already left my hand.

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