Not A Regressor - Chapter 315

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I Am Not a Regressor Chapter 315
A Faded Promise (7)
Squelch!
Viscous blood sprayed upward.
Scorching roars and screams that seemed to tear the very air asunder.
Weapons clashed against weapons as the thick stench of blood blanketed the battlefield like fog.
“Kugh!”
“This insane witch!”
Thirty Demon Race warriors charged toward the main force led by Isabella.
Their eyes, which had gleamed with anticipation of slaughter and anguish, soon darkened with despair.
The source of their despair was the Platinum-haired Woman commanding the Dragon-race from the vanguard.
The Witch, scattering petals dyed crimson as she wielded an enormous scythe to brutally tear apart the bodies of demonic beasts, overwhelmed even the Demon Race—creatures renowned for their ferocity.
-Clang! Crash! Crash-crash-crash!
The ringing of metal echoed through the air.
Petals stained with blood and black flames tangled in the void.
“Ugh!”
“Kill her! Kill that witch!”
The Demon Race surrounding Isabella unleashed a savage barrage of attacks.
Growl!
Poppy, who had been charging at full speed, instantly pivoted at a right angle and evaded the incoming onslaught.
“No matter how much you struggle, the kingdom of those pathetic slave wretches is already doomed!”
Isabella, mounted atop Poppy like a knight upon a steed, maintained a fierce deadlock against nearly thirty Demon Race warriors.
Though she had overwhelmingly slaughtered five of the Demon Race in an instant at the start,
as time passed, the battle had begun to stall.
Even having killed five immediately, the numerical disadvantage remained more than twentyfold.
Considering that each individual Demon Race possessed strength equivalent to a high-tier Awakener, the very fact that the battle was ‘stalling’ proved just how absurdly powerful she truly was.
“Hmm, is that so?”
Isabella smiled darkly as she glanced back at those they called ‘slaves’.
“It seems they don’t share that opinion.”
“What—”
Whoosh!
Arrows wreathed in flame shot forth with scorching heat, targeting the Demon Race.
A torrential barrage of mana arrows erupted in violent explosions, creating clouds of thick dust.
“Tch… these cursed slave bastards!”
The Demon Race, having received the mana arrow bombardment, snarled and turned their bodies.
“Oh my, you mustn’t lose focus.”
“H-help!”
Isabella appeared abruptly from behind the turned Demon Race warrior, like a scene from a horror film.
The crimson scythe touched the nape of its neck.
A chilling killing intent emanated from the blade.
The Demon Race member gasped like a suffocating fish, pleading desperately.
“P-please… spare me….”
Squelch!
A fountain of hot blood erupted from the severed neck.
Isabella’s brow furrowed as she dabbed the blood spattered on her cheek with her fingertip, bringing it delicately to her tongue.
“Tastes like flat beer.”
Ptui.
She spat out the blood-tinged saliva with obvious disgust.
The Demon Race member’s head, blood dripping steadily, was hurled to the ground like discarded refuse.
“You wretched woman…!”
“Oh my, so the Demon Race can feel anger at their kinfolk’s death?”
Isabella’s eyes gleamed with intrigue.
The Demon Race member’s expression twisted at the blatant mockery.
“How much longer do you think you can afford such leisure?”
The Demon Race member muttered with a voice dripping malice, glancing back over their shoulder.
Due to the commotion Vega and Riak had stirred up, the divided Demon Race forces were arriving late as reinforcements.
Fighting thirty Demon Race members had been difficult enough—if their separated forces merged, victory was impossible.
“Indeed.”
Isabella gazed at the distant Demon Race members rushing toward them and the beast legion they commanded, a faint smile playing at her lips.
“Then let us withdraw.”
She patted Poppy’s neck twice, and without hesitation, the creature turned and bolted.
Following her lead, the Dragon-race warriors also wheeled about and fled toward the Kingdom’s edge.
“Chase them!”
“Did you think you could escape!”
The Demon Race members surged forward in pursuit of Isabella and the Dragon-race warriors.
‘Now.’
The chaos had reached its peak.
Kwon O-jin, who had been watching for an opening to slip away, cast his gaze toward Ha-eun and Kelion.
While Isabella and the Dragon-race warriors drew the Demon Race’s attention, the three of them dashed swiftly toward the Dragon God’s Lair.
“This way!”
Kelion, intimately familiar with the Kingdom’s geography, took the lead.
The bait tactic had worked perfectly—save for a few beasts, the path remained clear.
After running without pause for roughly twenty minutes.
Upon reaching the Kingdom’s edge, a massive stone cliff blocked their way.
“…Is this the Lair?”
At first glance, it appeared to be nothing more than an ordinary boulder.
“Did I not tell you? You would not recognize it from appearances.”
Indeed.
Just as Kelion had said, this place seemed impossible to be the entrance to the Lair where the Dragon God slumbered.
“I shall now dispel the barrier….”
“Wait a moment.”
I stopped Kelion, who was moving toward the rock wall, and approached the area near it myself.
Kneeling on one knee, I placed my hand on the ground and examined the traces left behind.
“…Someone was here until just moments ago.”
Moreover, there were signs that quite a large number of people had been moving about—not just one or two.
Kelion asked with a bewildered expression.
“Are you saying the Demon Race found the entrance to the Lair?”
“Yes. Though it seems they couldn’t break the barrier.”
They must have left because of the commotion Isabella caused.
But the fact that a large force had been moving around the Lair meant one thing.
‘So they were also after the Dragon God’s Lair.’
My eyes narrowed.
“…We need to hurry.”
“I’ll dispel the barrier right away.”
Kelion approached the rock wall and struck his staff down with a heavy thud.
The mana of the vast stigma burst with light, and the surrounding earth trembled.
Crack-crack-crack-crack!
The massive rock wall split open to both sides, revealing a wide entrance.
A cave shrouded in deep darkness, as if a dragon had opened its maw.
“Let’s go, sister.”
“Oh, okay.”
Ha-eun, who had been standing dumbfounded with her mouth agape at the overwhelming scale, nodded and began walking.
Whoosh.
The flames Ha-eun conjured illuminated the dark interior of the Lair.
“This is… incredibly vast.”
Ha-eun looked around like a girl who had just arrived in the capital from the countryside.
“Which way should we go?”
“This way.”
Fortunately, Kelion seemed to understand the layout of the Lair’s interior and led the way ahead.
The structure inside the Lair wasn’t particularly complex.
Following the spiraling path that wound like a whirlwind downward, we emerged into a vast cavern chamber.
At the center of the expansive chamber was—
“…Caleos, the Dragon God.”
A body that stretched nearly a hundred meters—absurdly massive.
Crimson scales that seemed to have been condensed from flame itself covered its body, and six horns sprouted from its forehead.
An entity that felt less like a living creature and more like a colossal structure.
Between the sleeping Dragon God’s nostrils, scorching flames periodically erupted.
‘Perhaps it’s not without reason that it’s called a god.’
Even in slumber, an overwhelming presence radiated from it.
With each step forward, a crushing pressure bore down on me, making it difficult to breathe.
But why was that?
‘What is this?’
A sensation like staring at misaligned puzzle pieces.
A strange, inexplicable sense of discord washed over me.
“Ah, great Dragon God.”
Upon witnessing the slumbering Dragon God, Kelion collapsed to the ground and bowed his head low.
“Awaken from your long sleep and deliver us from this suffering.”
His voice trembled with desperate longing.
Kwon O-jin approached Kelion as he offered his prayer.
“Where is this Soul Stone you speak of?”
“Ah, I—I apologize.”
Caleos, who had been kneeling with his head bowed, scrambled urgently to his feet.
“That is the Soul Stone wherein the Dragon God’s soul resides.”
He pointed toward a massive crimson jewel embedded in the cavern wall.
Within the red gem, scorching flames swirled in a vortex.
“This is the Soul Stone?”
“Yes, it is.”
Ha-eun walked slowly toward the crimson jewel.
Despite the considerable distance, the intense heat stung my skin sharply.
“So what do I do now?”
“You must use the Dragon’s Eye to draw the Dragon God’s soul from within the Soul Stone into his physical form.”
“Even if you tell me to draw it out, I have no idea how to actually do that.”
Ha-eun tilted her head and removed her blindfold.
In that instant.
“Ugh.”
A throbbing pain.
The Dragon’s Eye began to burn intensely as I gazed upon the crimson jewel.
“Are you okay, sister?”
“Yeah, I’m fine.”
Ha-eun gestured reassuringly to Kwon O-jin as he moved closer, then returned her gaze to the Dragon God’s Soul Stone.
“…Oh.”
I felt the immense power dwelling within the crimson jewel.
‘Is this… the Dragon God’s soul?’
Ha-eun furrowed her brow and stepped closer to the crimson jewel.
As I slowly extended my hand to caress the gem, flames flowing from the crimson jewel wrapped around my hand.
Ha-eun stared intently at the flames enveloping my palm.
Standing motionless, Ha-eun tilted her head in confusion.
“Why?”
“Huh? Oh… I thought that since the Dragon God’s soul was supposed to be dwelling within it, I’d feel some kind of… will? Something like that.”
Ha-eun slowly examined the flames burning within the crimson jewel from top to bottom.
“But honestly, I don’t feel any will or consciousness in it. It’s more like… a massive chunk of raw power?”
“Like the dragon heart you absorbed before?”
“Ah, yes! Exactly that feeling!”
Of course, the power contained within this was incomparably vaster than the dragon heart I had absorbed previously.
“It appears the Dragon God has not yet regained consciousness from their prolonged slumber.”
Kelion approached and spoke.
“Well, we’ll just have to transfer it then. Everyone, step back for a moment.”
“You can manage it?”
“Yeah. Now that I’ve touched it directly, I’m getting a sense of how to do it.”
The Dragon’s Eye granted the ability to freely manipulate dragon mana.
As I removed the blindfold and drew closer, I instinctively understood how to handle the mana contained within the crimson gem.
“Y-yes! Kailous’s prophecy was true after all!”
Kelion’s eyes glistened with emotion and reverence.
The prophecy that a woman bearing the Dragon’s Eye would appear to save the Dragon-race was not mistaken.
“Then I’ll begin.”
Ha-eun closed her eyes, placing her hand upon the crimson gem.
Flames flowing from the gem gradually began to envelop her body.
Just as the ritual to awaken the Dragon God commenced.
Boom!
The Cavern Chamber trembled with a tremendous vibration.
Footsteps echoed through the space as someone approached at rapid speed.
“…They’ve already caught on.”
Kwon O-jin clicked his tongue upon hearing the approaching footsteps.
Unless the Demon Race were fools, they would have realized that Isabella and the Dragon-race members were merely ‘bait’ to draw their attention.
Without rescuing the captured Dragon-race or engaging in a final confrontation with the Demon Race, only fleeing constantly—it was inevitable they would figure it out given time.
“Ugh! P-please, open your eyes!”
Kelion gazed at the slumbering Dragon God with an anxious expression.
Could the deity not hear his desperate plea?
The Dragon God’s eyelids remained firmly shut, showing no sign of opening.
‘Perhaps more time is needed.’
Then again.
One couldn’t transfer such an enormous amount of mana as easily as boiling instant ramen.
“I’ll buy us time for now.”
Kwon O-jin drew Dantalian from his waist and moved toward the entrance of the Cavern Chamber.

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