It’s the Apocalypse, but My Summons Do Everything - Chapter 46

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Episode 46

 

#Episode 46

 

Words that shouldn’t come from a monster had emerged.

 

“How do you know about that?”

 

“I thought there was no way a being with power like yours could be an ordinary human, so what kind of lord are you?”

 

“Answer my question first. How does a monster like you know about lords?”

 

At my question, Han Bingrong sneered as if finding it ridiculous.

 

“Even if my power has been broken, do I really look like a mere monster to you?”

 

This one has a deep past.

 

I put away my weapon for now and continued the conversation.

 

“Then, what exactly are you?”

 

Han Bingrong also softened her fighting spirit and looked at me.

 

Her blue eyes seemed to be sizing me up as a brief silence continued.

 

After a moment, as if having made some judgment, she transformed back into human form.

 

“Follow me. There are knots between you and me that cannot be untied with just a word or two.”

 

“Let’s do that.”

 

“Aren’t you going to be cautious?”

 

“I tend to be cautious toward those worth being cautious of.”

 

“Looking at you again, you’re definitely a lord…”

 

It was a somewhat arrogant answer, but Han Bingrong entered the castle with me as if this was natural.

 

On the top floor inside the castle, there was a terrace and a table.

 

“Would you like some tea?”

 

“We’re not really on terms to sit around drinking tea, are we?”

 

“You never know…”

 

I felt a faint sense of expectation from her.

 

However, it was puzzling to me that this expectation was directed toward me.

 

I sat down in a chair and glared at the dragon across from me.

 

“So, what exactly are you?”

 

“You humans will call me whatever you want anyway – Death King, S-rank monster, Han Bingrong…”

 

“Do I look like I have time to ask about such trivial things?”

 

“…”

 

The dark energy subtly eroding the castle interior swayed keenly.

 

Before I knew it, it had completely surrounded her, but Han Bingrong sipped her tea nonchalantly even after seeing my power.

 

“Judging by the power you wield, are you the Lord of Souls?”

 

She knows that my power belongs to the Lord of Souls.

 

If she could tell just by looking at the power, she was a being who knew quite a bit about lords.

 

“What if I am?”

 

“…I see. I had hoped, but…”

 

Along with her answer, the strange expectation that had been directed toward me until just moments ago disappeared completely.

 

Since I had no intention of meeting her expectations anyway, I asked back.

 

“So what exactly are you? How do you know about lords?”

 

“Is there any reason I should answer?”

 

Before she finished speaking, Desperado deployed and reached her throat.

 

“As you said, I am a lord. I don’t have time to play word games with someone like you.”

 

The deadly force seeping out pressed down as if it would strangle Han Bingrong to death at any moment.

 

But even in this situation, she wasn’t flustered at all and was calmly looking at my scythe.

 

“Your awakening is unusually fast.”

 

“It seems you have no intention of answering.”

 

This damn thing is a monster that massacred humans to begin with.

 

No matter how much she claims not to be a monster, her essence is no different from a lowly monster.

 

“It’s my fault for trying to have a conversation with someone like you.”

 

Just as I was about to swing the scythe and cut off her head.

 

“I was a summon of a lord from the previous era.”

 

I forcibly stopped the scythe at words I absolutely couldn’t ignore.

 

“…What? Is that true?”

 

“Whether you believe it or not is your freedom. Reality won’t change just because you don’t believe it.”

 

It was a strangely irritating stance, but since the conversation was finally progressing, I sat back down across from her.

 

“You’re not going to kill me?”

 

“Not right now.”

 

Her sly smile was quite disgusting, but there was still a mountain of information I needed to hear.

 

“So whose summon were you?”

 

“The Frost King, a lord who claimed the Divine Seat in the Previous Era Throne War.”

 

A tender emotion flashed by.

 

It seems Han Bingrong had a close relationship with the Frost King.

 

The reason she showed such emotion when looking at me was probably because she hoped I might be this generation’s Frost King.

 

Of course, that wasn’t a reason to massacre countless citizens, so I asked again.

 

“Then, why aren’t you going to find this generation’s Frost King instead of sitting here doing nothing?”

 

“Ha, do you think it’s possible to find every single human in this vast world?”

 

“You claimed to be a summon, yet you don’t even know where your master is.”

 

“Well, this generation’s king hasn’t made a contract with me.”

 

Despite her skillful deflection, I could see the tendons bulging in her hand gripping the teacup.

 

I glared at her and said.

 

“So you’re going to keep staying on the Korean Peninsula?”

 

“That’s right, I’m building my army now to find this generation’s Frost King.”

 

From our conversation so far, I strangely felt like I was talking to someone who had lost their mind.

 

The feeling that her standards as a person were vastly different from ordinary people.

 

“Then, you created humanoid monsters for that reason too?”

 

“….”

 

For the first time, Han Bingrong couldn’t answer my question and bit her lips.

 

As if her pride was hurt, she irritably set down her teacup and said.

 

“That’s just one of many reasons.”

 

Dark and murky emotions began to seep out intensely.

 

A turbulent flow of incomprehensible emotions flowed out as cold air.

 

The emotion was too concentrated to simply call it infatuation, making even me frown involuntarily.

 

‘She’s not looking for a previous king, but specifically the current one.’

 

Her obsession was severe, not with a specific person but with the Frost King itself.

 

Perhaps there might be some effect when she meets the Frost King.

 

“By any chance, if you find the Frost King, what do you plan to do?”

 

A natural question.

 

With that one question, Han Bingrong’s gloomy emotions suddenly burst forth.

 

As if just imagining it was pleasant, she twisted her lips into a smile, then spoke to me with a flushed expression.

 

“We must spend our entire lives together in this world.”

 

As if proving it was a relationship stained with obsession, Han Bingrong’s hands trembled.

 

“I’ll yield the Divine Seat to you.”

 

“…Setting that aside, what will you do in this world.”

 

The flushed Han Bingrong covered her face with both hands.

 

After breathing heavily, she rolled back her eyes and spoke in ecstasy.

 

“Become the king of the world and be with me for eternity…! Transcend even death and make all humans in this world slaves, living immersed in ecstasy…”

 

Finally exhaling a stale breath, she embraced her own shoulders with both hands.

 

From that one statement, I understood clearly.

 

“You’re completely insane.”

 

“In a world like this, what meaning is there in going mad?”

 

“What nonsense, your twisted view of romance is none of my business.”

 

Scales began to emerge on the back of Han Bingrong’s hand as she exhaled frosty breath.

 

“My nose feels like it’s going to rot, so shut your mouth.”

 

“Why are you so angry? Once you ascend to the Divine Seat, humans are nothing but insignificant creatures.”

 

Han Bingrong seemed to genuinely think that way, looking at me with eyes that couldn’t understand me instead.

 

Those eyes looking at me as if she was completely innocent made me so disgusted that nausea rose up.

 

“As expected, you’re a monster that brings nothing but harm to the human world.”

 

“A lowly human backed by a king’s authority has no end to their insolence-!”

 

A fist filled with blue frost collided with Desperado.

 

A shockwave of black and blue power erupted, creating massive cracks in the castle, and soon the castle collapsed, unable to withstand the force.

 

“Die-!”

 

She opened her mouth wide and began shooting blue beams.

 

Everything around froze just from touching the beams.

 

When I gripped Desperado and deployed my death power, a cloak appeared behind me.

 

Han Bingrong’s eyes lit up at the traces of the king that suddenly appeared.

 

Desperado, imbued with death power, sliced through the beam flying straight at me.

 

I created distance once and changed my weapon to a bow.

 

The arrow that had pierced through Black Sun flew toward Han Bingrong’s left eye.

 

Han Bingrong, who changed from dragon form to human form, created a massive greatsword.

 

Then she spun once in the air and deflected the flying arrow head-on.

 

‘She deflected that so brutishly?’

 

I was inwardly surprised because it was the same level of power as when it penetrated Black Sun, without exaggeration.

 

‘She might really be stronger than Arc.’

 

Han Bingrong, who spread her wings and changed to human form, flashed her blue eyes.

 

Eerily tightening, vicious killing intent pressed down on me as if it would pierce my heart.

 

“A king is indeed a king!”

 

From what appeared to be the frame of a girl no more than 15 years old, tremendous monstrous strength erupted.

 

Even while exchanging blows with me head-on, she showed no signs of being pushed back in the slightest.

 

“If it were me in my prime, it would have been a much better match. What a shame!”

 

Kwa-kwa-kwa-kwa-kwang!

 

A rapid series of strikes came flying at an unbelievable speed for what was supposedly a great sword over 3 meters long.

 

Each time I switched to twin swords and parried each attack, I felt intense waves of force through my wrists.

 

“How long has the Throne War been going on, and you’re already at this level! As expected, are all the Soul Lords throughout history nothing but monsters?”

 

“You’re chattering so noisily… just shut up!”

 

Kwa-aaa-aang!

 

I transformed the weapon I was wielding.

 

The two light swords changed into a massive hammer, and in an instant I struck the great sword with powerful force.

 

Unable to withstand even this, her stance crumbled greatly for a moment, revealing an opening for attack.

 

I changed my weapon to a spear and immediately charged toward her heart.

 

Just when I thought I had her since it was impossible to dodge.

 

Han Bingrong’s body glowed again as she transformed into dragon form.

 

Because her size changed so drastically, my attack flew through empty air.

 

“Excellent, even your combat sense surpasses mine.”

 

“…”

 

Spreading her wings and performing acrobatic flight, Han Bingrong moved leisurely while mocking me.

 

Unlike the killing intent and fighting spirit felt in battle, this mockery naturally made me feel disgusted.

 

So that’s how you want to play it…

 

Let’s see just how far you can brush this off as a joke.

 

A thick black storm began to rage through Desperado, where faint death had lingered.

 

Transforming into a scythe, streams of black killing intent began to rise.

 

For the first time, Han Bingrong’s expression hardened as she had been mocking and ridiculing me, fighting half-heartedly.

 

“Death is death, I suppose… indeed quite chilling.”

 

All traces of laughter completely disappeared as Han Bingrong spread her wings wide, and her form changed once again.

 

Her body, which had been about 10 meters in size at most, grew even larger, now expanding to the size of a massive mountain.

 

“Then, I shall face you with sincerity as well.”

 

“That’s what I was hoping for.”

 

I felt a level of power completely different from before.

 

I desperately felt through my very skin what it meant to be the summon of a lord who had occupied a Divine Seat.

 

But even so, I had not the slightest thought of backing down.

 

Death force begins to rage wildly.

 

Delighted to meet a worthy opponent for the first time, the slumbering death stretches and announces to all directions that it has awakened.

 

The exploding death begins to dye the blue world black.

 

Along with Han Bingrong’s blazing eyes, thousands of magic circles appeared.

 

Overwhelming magic that far surpassed Hunter Baek Do-hyeon bared its fangs, truly intent on killing me.

 

Seeing the countless attacks, I had one thought.

 

‘That… I think I could do that too…’

 

I changed Desperado into a staff.

 

I could feel the flow of death force coursing through my body much more delicately.

 

I drew out death force and manifested it in the world.

 

According to what I heard from Hunter Baek Do-hyeon, the principle of magic is using mana to twist the providence that the world has established.

 

Therefore, to produce strong power, one must twist providence with more mana.

 

And I have death force that overflows madly and abundantly.

 

Death force flowing through my fingertips is contained in the staff.

 

I begin to manifest it like drawing a picture with the staff as a pen on the canvas that is the world.

 

It should definitely be a power I’m using for the first time, but why is it that

 

calculations finished instantly in my head and I twisted providence.

 

Quite a large amount of death force was carved away in chunks.

 

“Is this how it’s done.”

 

When I swung the staff, a massive magic circle appeared above Han Bingrong’s head.

 

A black magic circle containing all sorts of geometric patterns began to slowly rotate.

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