The Return of the Genius Ranker’s Myth Warehouse - Chapter 284

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Chapter 284
Chapter 284
The sixth Evil God I would face: the Blue Spirit God.
I knew virtually everything about that creature, but I needed to understand how much of its power it had recovered.
It was unlikely, but if that creature had fully restored its strength, even I wouldn’t be able to bring it down.
Especially now, when most of my Mythic-grade weapons at Level 1,000 were on cooldown.
So.
“What was the Evil God’s condition like?”
“It was absolutely terrifying! Every time that blue aura surged, the desert trembled, and the sky seemed to be collapsing down….”
“Explain it objectively. The size of the spirits, the height the desert rose, the temperature of the heat they emitted, and so on.”
“Oh, temperature? It was incredibly hot, but I’m not sure about the exact temperature. Um, well. If I’m to explain things objectively….”
I needed detailed information about the Blue Spirit God and its subordinate monsters.
Rashid, who had initially poured out his terror of the Evil God with excitement, soon collected himself and began explaining calmly and methodically.
“The blue spirits were slightly taller than I am. The monster—no, the Evil God itself was even larger than that sand dune over there….”
As I listened to his explanation, I could exhale in relief.
I had worried that it might have absorbed some opportunity in the meantime and recovered its strength tremendously.
The Blue Spirit God’s power was similar to what I had heard from the Taegeuk Guild.
It meant the creature hadn’t recovered any significant additional strength in the interim.
Reassured by this, I was about to lead my guild members and move forward leisurely when.
“Our tribe possesses many treasures of the desert! Crystal dates, golden sand crystals, sunstones, and more. If you save our tribe, I’m certain our chieftain would bestow all these treasures upon our benefactors!”
I stiffened.
Troubling information had entered my ears.
“…Is there anything else?”
“Pardon?”
“What other treasures are there?”
“Ah! I don’t know everything, but among what I do know, there’s an oasis jar blessed by the sun, desert runestones, and also….”
The Black Worm God commands insects.
The Red Beast God commanded beasts, and the Green Stone Demon commanded ores and golems and similar monsters.
Then the Blue Spirit God?
It wasn’t simply a matter of controlling spirits.
The power the Blue Spirit God wielded was ‘magic’.
Made of mana itself—the Blue Spirit God was closer to a single spell than to a living creature.
As such, the Blue Spirit God.
‘Absorbs mana.’
It recovers and strengthens itself by absorbing the surrounding mana.
But what were these treasures Rashid had just mentioned?
Golden sand crystals were no different from high-quality mana stones, and sunstones contained densely concentrated fire-attribute mana.
The oasis jar and runestones he mentioned afterward were the same.
If the Blue Spirit God were to devour and absorb all these treasures….
‘It would recover its strength significantly.’
The Blue Spirit God will undoubtedly become tremendously powerful.
I heard that the Morae-kal Tribe had amassed a considerable quantity of treasures, and most of them were related to mana.
This is troublesome.
Even for me, if the Blue Spirit God recovers any more strength than this, it will become difficult to face.
‘Did it attack the Morae-kal Tribe targeting those treasures from the start?’
It’s possible.
While wandering through the barren terrain of the Desert searching for means to recover its strength, it must have sensed the dense mana and found the Morae-kal Tribe.
If that’s the case.
“Rashid, if I go straight in this direction, will I reach the Morae-kal Tribe?”
“Yes! Though I should guide you, as the sandstorm might confuse the path….”
“Then, I’ll go ahead.”
“What?”
I had to hurry.
If the Blue Spirit God were to break the barrier Rashid mentioned and consume the tribe.
The moment it devoured the treasures the Morae-kal Tribe had gathered.
The difficulty of conquering the Evil God would skyrocket absurdly, so I had to prevent the barrier from being broken.
[ White-Hot Fin’s Sand Whistle ]
( Non-tradeable )
Type: Mount
Grade: Legendary
Restriction: Level 800 or higher, Riding Skill Lv 80 or higher
Description: A sand whistle capable of summoning the legendary sand shark ‘White-Hot Fin’, the white-hot shadow that dominates the sea of the Desert.
The moment I blew the sand whistle I received from Luke.
The sand before me surged upward, and a pristine white fin appeared.
Given the size of the fin alone, the main body beneath the sand was far more massive than I expected.
I climbed onto the back of the sand shark and grasped the fin.
Then, around the bewildered Rashid.
“Mir? Go ahead? What do you mean by that?”
Tae-ryeon asked the question.
“If the Evil God absorbs the treasures Rashid mentioned earlier, its combat power will surge dramatically. So I must reach them before the barrier breaks.”
It was an urgent situation, but still, weren’t they an allied guild?
I explained the current situation as simply as possible, then immediately prepared to depart.
“Then, I’ll also…!”
“I apologize, but this creature doesn’t like carrying outsiders.”
Writhe!
The sand below responded along with the fin I was grasping.
As if answering my words.
White-Hot Fin.
It couldn’t compare to 1,000-level mounts like Sleipnir or Pegasus.
But excluding those, it was the mount I possessed with the most superior speed in the Desert.
I could summon another mount to move alongside her.
“I’ll go ahead first.”
As I said, time was of the essence in this situation.
“Let’s go.”
“Skreeeeeee!”
“Mir!”
I began moving in the direction Rashid indicated, toward the Morae-kal Tribe.
Indeed, the White-Hot Fin.
It glided across the desert with the speed of a shark cutting through the open sea.
Without the ‘Sealed Sand Demon’s Hood,’ the sand particles carried on the scorching wind would have made it nearly impossible to keep my eyes open.
– Activating Circle 3 Wind Magic ‘Haste’.
I increased my speed by drawing upon the power of various spells and items, including Haste.
In truth, even the White-Hot Fin alone, being a level 800 mount, didn’t have a particularly long duration.
Even with my level having risen considerably, I had only just surpassed level 400.
“Skreeeee!”
Empowered by this, the White-Hot Fin thrashed its fins frantically, accelerating wildly.
This shark was not only swift but possessed an exceptional sense of direction in the desert.
Even as its streamlined body undulated, it moved straight toward the direction I indicated.
It even burrowed through the center of sand dunes rather than climbing over them, cutting precious time from our journey.
Of course, this meant sand grains accumulated heavily in its mouth.
As long as I could maintain speed, such things were inconsequential.
Pressing forward like this, fortunately, it wasn’t long before—
Rumble, rumble!
Whoooosh—.
Boom-crack!
Whiiiiiiii—.
The sounds produced by the Evil God’s spirits began reaching my ears from ahead.
Sounds utterly incongruous with the desert.
Thunder crashing down, rain pouring, heat surging, sandstorms raging—
It seemed as though every natural disaster in existence was converging all at once.
And because I had already faced the Blue Spirit God at First, I could recognize that these were sounds produced by the Evil God and its subordinate spirits.
Hoping desperately that the barrier hadn’t been breached, I pierced through the final sand dune.
“There it is.”
The Morae-kal Tribe that Rashid mentioned comes into view.
Well, actually, the Morae-kal Tribe is barely visible.
What dominates my field of vision is not the Morae-kal Tribe, but the Blue Spirit God—a creature towering even above the sand dunes.
And beneath it, various spirits drifting in the air, along with the natural disasters they had unleashed.
The problem is.
‘The barrier.’
The barrier of the Morae-kal Tribe that Rashid mentioned.
However, the barrier’s condition was far from ideal.
According to Rashid, the barrier was like a wall made of sand—an invincible barrier that no monster could breach.
But from what I could see, it had already crumbled, shimmering like heat haze.
Honestly, it seemed like it would shatter with just one strike from the Evil God, but the reason the barrier still held was simple.
‘The Evil God and the spirits are absorbing the mana that forms the barrier.’
The Evil God was savoring the taste of the barrier.
That was all.
It had nothing to do with the Morae-kal Tribe’s barrier being sturdy or intricate.
It was merely that the Morae-kal Tribe’s barrier happened to suit the Blue Spirit God’s palate.
Had it been otherwise, the Morae-kal Tribe’s barrier would have already been devastated and consumed by the Blue Spirit God.
But even that had its limits now.
“Haaaaaaaaaa—.”
The Blue Spirit God rose to its feet.
The Morae-kal Tribe’s barrier scattered like heat haze and was absorbed into the Blue Spirit God’s body.
Immediately after, a fireball began to form before the Blue Spirit God.
A massive fireball that evoked the image of the sun itself.
It intended to obliterate the Morae-kal Tribe in a single blow with that inferno.
Before it could.
[ Horus’s Falcon Staff ]
( Non-Tradeable )
Type : Staff
Grade : Mythic
Requirement : Level 900 or higher, Magic Mastery Lv 90 or higher, Intelligence 2,500 or higher, Wisdom 2,000 or higher
Description : The falcon staff wielded by Horus, the desert god with the head of a falcon, known as the god of royal authority and the sky.
I had to stop it.
Though I no longer possessed a mythic-grade staff with a 1,000-level restriction, I did have one with a 900-level restriction.
I pointed the staff, its end carved with the image of a falcon as its name suggested, toward the Blue Spirit God.
[ Using Black Flame Transformation. ]
[ Borrowing the power of the Black Flame Dragon, Lucknir Desperate Ignoxtan. ]
After using Black Flame Transformation to significantly boost my Intelligence.
– Using the unique skill of the Horus’s Falcon Staff, ‘Guardian of the Sky’.
I activated the falcon staff’s unique skill.
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“The barrier is weakening!”
“No, this can’t be—.”
“Shaman! Pour your strength into the barrier!”
“Can’t you see? That Evil God isn’t being blocked by the barrier. It’s merely savoring it, toying with us.”
“But—.”
“The moment that Evil God is satisfied, it’s over. A barrier of mine was never meant to withstand such a being.”
The sand shaman of the Morae-kal Tribe.
Even the greatest grand sorcerer across the entire Desert shook his head.
So there was no method for the others either.
No matter how exceptional a desert warrior might be, there was no way to bring down those spirits.
“Then should we flee….”
“Those spirits are packed all around the barrier. Escape is impossible.”
“Then, we can only wait to die?”
“It seems so.”
“No….”
“If you wish otherwise, then pray.”
“Pray…?”
“To the merciful Sun God who embraces us. To the fierce Wind God who rages with violence. To the Sand God who glimmers with golden light—pray to them.”
The Sun God, the Wind God, and the Sand God.
These were the deities believed in by all the tribes living in the great Desert of the Western Region.
Among them, the Morae-kal Tribe held the Wind God in particularly high regard.
The Wind God, symbolizing the sharp sand storms, was the object of reverence for the Morae-kal Tribe, renowned for their strength.
However, the gods followed by the tribes of the Western Region differed in concept from those believed in across the Continent.
These were not gods who granted wishes when prayed to.
They were simply nature itself.
Everyone here knew that praying would not cause the Wind God to suddenly appear and protect them.
“R, Rashid is sending reinforcements….”
“Consider the distance between tribes. He likely hasn’t even reached the other tribes yet, let alone sent reinforcements. Even if he did summon aid….”
The sorcerer continued speaking while watching the barrier scatter like heat shimmer and be absorbed into the Evil God.
“It’s impossible for us to defeat the Evil God with our own strength.”
Balls of fire gather before the Evil God.
This is the end.
The moment those fireballs move, the Morae-kal Tribe will return to the sand of the Desert.
Or perhaps they might transform into the glittering Glass Desert I once witnessed.
“The Glass Desert. It was beautiful.”
The sorcerer reflected.
The Glass Desert might make quite a fitting tomb.
“Wind God….”
Thinking thus, the sorcerer whispered the name of the Wind God.
The Wind God always merely watched over them.
Never a guardian deity.
So there was no meaning in repeating that name.
Yet knowing this, it was all he could do.
But in that moment.
– Whoooooooosh!
“Th, that is!”
With a sharp wind’s cry, the sand storm in the void gathered and converged.
Alongside him emerged a hawk formed entirely of sand storms.
“Wind God!”
The Wind God they revered had descended, as if answering their prayers.
The form of the hawk that appeared thus.
No, the Wind God was.
– Shrieeeeeeeeee!!
Once more releasing a piercing gust of wind, it dove toward the Evil God.
Crash!!
The Wind God collided with the Evil God, absorbing the fireball it had prepared, transforming into a colossal inferno of wind that began to engulf the Evil God and the spirits surrounding it.

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