I’m the Only One With Two Towers - Chapter 271

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Only I Have Two Towers Episode 271

Revival Ritual

After running for quite a while with Kancheo on my shoulder.

I stopped walking as the movement changed with the shifting light.

Until now, it had only shot up from the ground toward the sky, but now it was slowly turning direction toward the ruins.

It seems to have begun.

The revival ritual to awaken the ferocious light.

“Mumble mumble mumble!”

I closed my eyes and listened carefully.

The entire air felt strangely vibrating.

Just how earnestly must they pray for such a phenomenon to occur?

I opened my closed eyes and took in the entire floor in my view.

“Incredible.”

It was an overwhelming sight that brought the word “spectacle” to mind.

“That’s right! It’s super cool!”

Kancheo roughly perked up his ears.

Then, as if something occurred to him, he busily moved his fluffy hands.

“Kancheo, what are you doing?”

“Photos! I need to take photos!”

“Oh oh, finally starting?”

“That’s right!”

A few days ago, Kancheo had jumped up while watching NewTubeView and shouted.

That he would also take lots of cool photos and become famous!

So I was going to buy him an action cam capable of video recording, but he said that wasn’t romantic and chose a camera that was somewhat antique yet cute in size.

‘The price wasn’t cute though.’

I slowly nodded my head.

While it wasn’t financially burdensome, it was a moment when I realized once again that romance is expensive.

Click click!

“Very good! It captured perfectly!”

Kancheo photographed the beams of light shooting up from the ground and the ruins where that light was gathering.

“Now I just need to capture the refreshing moment of explosion and it’s perfect! The title will be ‘It Was There, Then It Wasn’t’!”

“Nice. You’ve completely become an artist.”

I petted his perked ears and moved forward.

On top of the hill that boasted the highest altitude on this floor.

It was a strategic stronghold where we could directly intercept the ruins while also being the first checkpoint toward the Cliff Stronghold.

When I set him down, Kancheo began moving busily.

Dododododo! Papapapapat! Shashashasak!

After running around like that for a while, Kancheo wiped the sweat from his forehead.

“Yodel Rangers… Huff! Hufff! Vice-Captain Kancheo! Temporary outpost construction complete!”

I looked around.

Nothing had changed at all?!

When I couldn’t find anything, Kancheo kindly brought over the yodel telescope.

“Do you see the tree branch sticking up about 1 Kancheo-meter on the lower left?”

Kancheo-meter.

A unit of measurement Kancheo started using at some point, roughly equivalent to Kancheo’s height being 1 Kancheo-meter.

“There are too many?”

“That’s right! Those are all places where I planted explosive clay!”

I swallowed dry saliva.

In front, behind, left, right – tree branches everywhere.

This wasn’t just minefield level – the entire area was basically a mine.

Since today was a solo mission, he seemed to have put in extra effort than usual.

Clank!

I installed a heavy machine gun converted to darkness attribute in the center of the hill.

Kancheo camouflaged the surroundings with tree branches and grass he had prepared in advance.

He looked much more like a Yodel Ranger than usual.

“Kancheo. What do you do if it gets too dangerous?”

“Retreat to the stronghold!”

“What if you might get caught while retreating?”

“Re-manifest where the Captain is!”

As expected of the Yodel Rangers Vice-Captain.

He remembers everything related to operations without fail.

I’d like to tell him to just completely cancel manifestation and wait when it’s dangerous, but I removed that option since Kancheo extremely dislikes it.

I smoothly extended my fist.

A fluffy fist came close and bumped into it with a thud.

After drawing a smile, I leaped down the hill.

“Kancheoooo!! Don’t detonate the explosive clay until I pass through!”

I shouted once like a coward.

As I always say, the clay is scarier than the enemies that appear on floors.

“Roger!!!”

After giving a thumbs up, I picked up speed and crossed through the forest and plains.

The ruins quickly came into view.

It had definitely changed from when I came from the 86th Floor.

Perhaps due to the divine power dwelling within, it had a strangely living, moving feeling.

Going a bit further, stairs appeared.

They connected from the ruins to the temple, and from where I stood, they were so long and high that I couldn’t see the end.

I turned on stealth and energy suppression, then climbed the stairs.

My entire body seemed to tremble from the prayer sounds coming through in surround sound.

And at the end of the stairs.

When I entered through the faintly drawn curtain, the temple where the ritual was in progress revealed itself.

“Holy shit.”

Indeed, a temple where divinity resides.

It’s really damn huge.

I wonder if combining dozens of Egypt’s pyramids would result in this size.

Each pillar was a high-rise building itself.

Suppressing the overwhelming pressure, I entered the cosmic horror-like temple.

Light poured out as if it had been waiting.

As I frowned, a message appeared.

[Tremendous light! Human eyes cannot withstand it! If you don’t close your eyes immediately, you will pay the price!]

It seemed to mean not to dare look upon the scene of a god’s revival.

I coolly ignored it and moved forward.

I regret it a little.

I should have brought sunglasses.

Ding!

[Light fatal to the eyes! Status ailment ‘Blindness’ is applied! If the status ailment persists, you will become permanently blind!]

I swallowed dry saliva.

To think such a deadly status ailment exists.

[Unique trait ‘All Status Ailment Resistance SSS+’ activates! You are immune to status ailment ‘Blindness’!]

I looked around the temple while heading inward.

Hundreds of giant statues placed throughout.

I think this is what it would feel like if you magnified the terracotta warriors of Qin Shi Huang’s tomb dozens of times.

Creak creak creak.

The statues gradually shaking as they shed their ancient rust.

As the ritual progressed, it seemed the divine army was also preparing to awaken.

‘Hmm.’

I crossed my arms and watched for a moment, then shrugged my shoulders.

I considered destroying them in advance but decided against it.

Belia Blackwell had seemed annoyingly cautious.

She was more cowardly than expected, so it would be troublesome if she stopped the ritual due to this commotion.

I walked into the interior filled with the sound of prayers.

‘This is incredible.’

Status ailment immunity messages continuously rising in one corner of my vision.

Now it wasn’t just blindness, but complete blindness without exception.

I conveyed my will to the friends who would be in their respective positions.

Absolutely no manifestation in this direction.

“O radiant light slumbering in darkness, open your ears. You who tear the world with light, wash blood with light, and burn all boundaries with light. Your servant has reached this place, so open your ears.”

The pilgrims recited prayers that filled the entire chamber.

‘Huh.’

This was a place where you lose your sight the moment you open your eyes.

I thought they would keep their eyes closed until the ritual ended, but that wasn’t the case.

They didn’t close their eyes or bow their heads.

Everyone was gazing at the sky as if they would witness the appearance of their god.

Their eyes were filled with golden light instead of the eyeballs that should have been there.

‘How bizarre.’

I shook my head and went to the edge of the space where Belia stood.

An impossibly large hole whose depth was immeasurable.

Light gathered from all directions poured into that place.

Probably down there somewhere.

Azriel, the radiant light of tyranny.

Ding!

[The voices of the pilgrims flow into the deep sanctum! The slumbering being hears the voices!]

They say earnest wishes come true.

The light that had been steadily gathering began to fluctuate.

“O radiant light, open your ears!! Your servants offer everything!”

“Open your ears!!”

The pilgrims raised their voices, knowing the time had come.

Now light poured not only from their eyes but also from their mouths, ears, and noses.

Rumble rumble rumble!!

The entire temple shook and debris fell from all directions.

Crack! Crunch!

The pilgrims continued their prayers regardless of whether fellow believers beside them were crushed to death.

They seemed so absorbed in prayer that they didn’t even notice this fact.

[The radiant being slowly opens its eyes!]

[It turns its gaze toward where the prayers are heard! It realizes it’s time to awaken!]

[Cracks appear in the door that divided the space!]

The sound of prayers grew louder as each stage progressed.

Before long, the message I had been waiting for appeared.

Ding!

[The door of sealing completely disappears! Nothing can prevent the resurrection of the radiant light any longer!]

[The radiant light descends upon the world!]

Simultaneously, a large percentage appeared in mid-air.

[7% until complete descent]

Something enormous revealed itself beneath that light.

‘Oh my.’

It seemed to be the upper part of Azriel’s head.

‘He’s bald.’

It’s always puzzling.

Why do all beings expressed as divine entities lack hair?

Perhaps losing hair isn’t actually losing something but progressing further?

I continued this pseudo-philosophical thought and shrugged my shoulders.

Then I reached into my chest and pulled out the potion I had received from Ellia.

A potion made from something resembling ink that Momo and Kancheo had discovered.

When I asked about its effects, Ellia had rubbed her chin and said:

-Roughly a potion that eats light?

In other words, she didn’t really know.

When I asked how much it would eat:

-Probably quite a lot?

Was her answer.

To the question of where to throw it:

-Just throw it wherever feels right?

She had replied.

At first I worried about what to do if there was no such place.

But it was needless concern.

No matter how I looked at it, it was there.

Whoosh!

Since everyone was blind anyway and no one would see, I hurled the bottle toward where the head was emerging.

The potion bottle was completely swallowed by the light and vanished without a trace.

Though it was made by the Star Alchemist herself, I couldn’t help but feel somewhat doubtful.

What effect could that tiny thing have against this absurd light?

Rumble!!

The head gradually rose, and finally eyes appeared among the facial features.

Ding!

[Azriel, the radiant light of tyranny, recognizes the Player!]

A drop of sweat ran down my back.

I had planned to observe until the potion’s reaction came, but it seemed that wouldn’t be possible.

Whooooom!

Light burst from Azriel’s eyes.

And whatever signal that was:

Snap!

The eyes of all believers, including Belia Blackwell, turned toward me.

It was truly a scene from a horror movie.

A sight that would have sent the faint-hearted straight across the Jordan River.

Without further delay, I drew my sword, wrapped it in aura, and swung it toward the sky.

Dark red aura shot up through the gaping hole in the temple rooftop.

“Death to the intruder!”

“Divine blessing upon the defiled one!”

[Azriel’s army awakens to eliminate the intruder!]

Loud noises came from behind as well.

It was the statues I had seen when entering.

Their paint had completely peeled off and they had become imposing giants.

“Kneel, inferior being. I shall show mercy and engage in dialogue…”

Perhaps because his snout had risen above the light following his eyes,

Azriel began babbling something or other.

But I had no intention of listening to it all the way through.

“Well, good work.”

After waving my hand, I shot three auras up into the sky.

Then I took out Soul Harvester and used Resonance Divine Technique.

I needed to escape now.

Because it was about to fall.

The bombardment from Kancheo, the walking tactical weapon.

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