I’m the Only One With Two Towers - Chapter 270

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Only I Have Two Towers Episode 270

Beginning

“It doesn’t change everything, you know?”

I dipped the tip of the heavy machine gun.

Black liquid slowly climbing up the barrel.

“I don’t know the exact principle, but it only reacts to divine weapons. Well, this is enough for us. Besides.”

Ellia scooped up the liquid.

“It stopped dividing at some point. So it’s not infinite self-division.”

This is a bit disappointing.

I could have made a fortune like an infinite power generator.

Still, there’s enough to transform what we have.

I took out various divine weapons from my inventory and dipped them.

The timing never worked out so they were just sitting around, but this actually worked out well.

When the heavy machine gun finished transforming, Kancheo nodded.

“Old hag. You did very well this time. I’ll praise you.”

“I’m not happy at all. Just use that to hunt monsters properly.”

“Of course! Those angel bastards are as good as powder already!”

Kancheo puffed out his chest in a dignified pose.

Watching him brought a satisfied smile to my face.

Explosion specialist Kancheo.

Very reliable.

At least we can properly sweep one direction now.

When I dipped and pulled out the last sword, the black liquid completely disappeared.

If there’s more on the next floor, I should bring back a lot and multiply it.

Divine weapons whose market value has generally dropped domestically since the Saintland siege.

If I buy a bunch of them, convert them to darkness and sell them, the profit would be enormous.

Anyway, preparation complete for beating them up without the reverse cross!

“Phew.”

Camilla walked out from inside, wiping sweat.

“Odongtongi has very skillful hands. The preparation finished quickly.”

She was out of sight for a while, but seems she finished preparing for the ritual.

Let’s see, weapons are ready, ritual is ready.

Now we should be able to depart.

But where did our Teacher Mo go?

Screeeech!!

A harsh braking sound was heard.

Great Mohwang running over and breathing roughly.

I swallowed dry saliva at that magnificent sight.

No way!?

“Momo worked without rest for even an hour to complete the scales as master requested, how about that!!”

“Don’t lie. You played games with me, swam, and slept sprawled out… Guhek!”

Momo landed a body blow with her plump fist then pushed him away.

Kancheo collapsed and rolled away weakly.

Momo pulled out a large container from her bag as if nothing happened.

And when she poured it down, Black Dragon Drakkan’s scales came pouring out.

“How about that!!”

After giving an enthusiastic thumbs up, I picked up one scale.

The edge of the scale was sharply cut, emitting a fierce blue light.

The small cut center had skillfully melted iron inside.

There’s nothing more to delay.

Let’s try it right away.

I summoned the Wuin Squad I had made whenever I had time.

Then I had them hold the scales, reverse-summoned them, and used the Iron Brand.

“Huh.”

“Ooh?!”

Ellia and Camilla exclaimed in admiration.

Tens of thousands of scales floating into the air.

When I moved my hand lightly, the scales began rotating accordingly.

“Master, what’s this?”

“Black Dragon Drakkan’s scales.”

Seira approached and examined the scales.

They were eerily sharp.

Anything not reasonably solid would be torn apart instantly.

“You made something troublesome again.”

Dark, who was nearby, also whistled.

Even though he’s an Immortal, he’d definitely want to pass on this.

Being swallowed by a storm of those scales.

“Momo made it! Momo is now Master Craftsman Mo!”

“Excellent.”

Friends vigorously patting Momo’s plump cheeks.

After completing that round of touring, Momo held out the bag she was carrying.

“How’s the dragon bag!”

As mentioned before, a bag made from Infinite Warehouse owner wrapped in scales.

It’s called a bag, but it would be perfectly suitable for bulletproof or offensive use too.

I picked up Kancheo who had rolled away and put him on my shoulder.

Then I looked around at my friends.

Even Nia dangling from one of Renia’s hands.

Perfect.

“Then let’s go.”

[Entering the final floor of the Tower of Despair’s enhanced section, ‘Brilliant Light of Ferocity, Azriel’s Revival’!]

Ruins visible in the distance and statues and murals densely surrounding them.

The location itself was definitely the same island we visited on the 86th floor last time.

However.

Kwaaaaaa!!

The aura currently surrounding this place was incomparably stronger than before.

“Has it already started?”

Camilla shook her head.

“Not yet. But the preparation seems finished. All the veins that were sleeping in this land have opened.”

I slowly looked around.

Hundreds of light beams seeping from the ground and shooting high into the sky.

The thickness itself was thin, but every beam contained tremendous divine power.

“So this really is a place where divinity sleeps.”

Kancheo, who finished scouting, climbed onto my shoulder.

“There are tons of those beams! Can’t we just throw that sleepyhead over there?!”

“Ridiculously insufficient. She won’t wake up.”

Camilla stared at Nia in Renia’s hand.

“Don’t underestimate her because she’s small. Inside this is a space so large it’s hard to fathom. To fill it with those pathetic beams, you’d need thousands or tens of thousands of them.”

“Really? The fake hag says it won’t work.”

I patted Kancheo’s perked ears.

“Too bad. If it worked, we could have finished without awakening the divinity or whatever.”

“No! We have to blast Jubiel with explosive clay!”

Azriel who had become Jubiel.

Well, it doesn’t matter.

Anyway, he’s someone I’ll see today and never again, so what does it matter what we call him.

“Granny! Where should I put this?!”

“Over here.”

“All the blood has melted!”

“Please put that over there.”

Camilla quickly continued preparing for the ritual with Mohwang’s help.

I surveyed the terrain.

The rear and both sides were surrounded by cliffs, perfect for defense.

“Camilla. Isn’t the distance too far?”

From the ruins to here was at least 5 kilometers.

It was a distance where even checking the situation with the naked eye would be difficult.

Camilla, who had blown out smoke, smiled leisurely.

“If we didn’t have the ritual tools, we’d need to get closer, but now it’s sufficient.”

The ritual tools arranged in a formation surrounding the cliff.

This might be the first and last time.

Holding a ritual surrounded by this much divine power, that is.

‘I need to do this properly.’

If I can’t do it even after preparing this much, there really would be no excuse.

“Do it properly! Got it! If you fail, I’ll confiscate your pipe forever!”

I wonder how much of a fuss that little Satan will make.

Just to avoid seeing that sight, I’m determined to succeed no matter what.

“Grrrrrr!!!”

Jinhyeok looked up at the sudden sound of straining.

Momo was trembling in a squat position, trying to lift something.

“She looks like she’s about to poop.”

Before a long battle, pooping would be unacceptable.

I quickly went over to help the struggling Momo.

‘Looking at it again, it’s incredibly long.’

A ritual blade that looked to be easily three hundred meters long.

A ritual blade named Cheonmyeongdan, a tool that executes Heaven’s will.

The internet described Cheonmyeongdan like this.

It was made by Joseon’s greatest ritual tool craftsman, but no shaman has ever ridden Cheonmyeongdan to the end.

However, if one could ride it, they could enjoy tremendous amplification of divine power from this supreme ritual tool.

Even Camilla, who had seen the photos, said she absolutely wanted this, which was proof of its incredible excellence.

‘Grandfather the craftsman would have been so happy to hear this.’

I helped Momo position Cheonmyeongdan at the very center of the ritual ground.

The reason no shaman has succeeded so far is simple.

Because Manshin Camilla had never attempted it.

So now it will soon be born.

The first shaman to ride Cheonmyeongdan, that is.

“What? How do you walk on this? Isn’t this pure fraud? The blade doesn’t seem properly sharp… Ow.”

Swoosh.

A thin stream of blood spurted from his chubby finger.

Kancheooooo!

He received pain as the price for his doubt.

“Tsk tsk tsk. Foolish thing.”

Camilla shook her head and placed Nia, rolled up in barrier scrolls, at the end of Cheonmyeongdan.

From the Pilgrims’ perspective, Nia was an existence they couldn’t even imagine reuniting with.

Nia had to be hidden until Azriel awakened.

Otherwise, they might stop the ritual to protect their god.

“Master. Keep your spiritual sight open. Then you’ll notice immediately. When the door opens.”

“Okay. I’ll signal as soon as it opens.”

I nodded and looked around at my friends.

“Seira and Renia, Dark and Ellia, guard this place.”

I deployed everyone here except for the minimum personnel needed to wreak havoc.

Ultimately, clearing this floor depended on Nia.

It was a battle of whether Azriel would fully revive and overturn the ritual, or whether Nia would awaken first and devour Azriel.

Since I’m 100% confident it will be the latter, I don’t even consider reaching for the escape button.

“Don’t worry. Master. I’ll protect this place with my life.”

Seira, holding Tarkan the Dark Sword, spoke with a determined face.

And as if she had been waiting.

“Heh. Using your life against just that thing.”

A characteristic mocking laugh was heard.

Seira looked back at Dark.

“Wait just a little. Immortal. I’ll beat you to a pulp as soon as the climb is over.”

“If possible, I’d like to join in too. Rather than some god or whatever, I want to beat up that arrogant bastard.”

“It wouldn’t be bad for inadequate fools to gang up together.”

A warm smile formed on Jinhyeok’s lips at their friendly appearance.

This was Azriel, whom various religions were very wary of, considered to have some divinity.

We were planning to face such a being, yet far from being nervous, they were only thinking about beating each other up.

It was very good that they were acting as usual.

“Master.”

Ellia handed over a palm-sized medicine bottle.

“If you can somehow get it mixed in, it’ll be so good they’ll die?”

I gave a thumbs up while receiving the bottle.

I should let Azriel taste it too.

The hellish taste our alchemist created.

“Let’s go. Kancheo.”

“Yes sir!”

I picked up Kancheo and used stealth.

By catching Tehalram, I became able to participate from the start of the ritual.

I couldn’t just waste this time.

Let’s go once.

So that the war situation becomes even slightly more favorable when Azriel awakens.

Shrine of the Divine.

Belia Blackwell, who had finished preparing for the ritual, stood up.

The beams of light extending throughout the entire region informed her.

That the False Apostle was coming here.

‘I don’t know what scheme they’re plotting.’

Belia turned her gaze to the hundreds of light beams shooting up.

Then she raised the corners of her mouth long.

‘You’re too late.’

The ground had already finished preparing to welcome the god.

And yet they were crawling up with such a pathetic appearance.

‘Truly ridiculous beyond measure. To be so arrogant just because you can handle that meager Apostate’s power.’

Before long, the False Apostle would witness and also realize.

How weak and feeble the power they possessed was before brilliant light.

“Pilgrims. Prepare yourselves.”

The believers, including Belia Blackwell, clasped their hands together.

Patterns of light stretched forth with solemn resonance that filled the chamber.

As the patterns completed, a blinding light exploded from the temple.

It had begun.

The resurrection ritual to awaken Azriel, the brilliant light of tyranny.

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