Trash of the Count’s Family - Chapter 452

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The White Star drew his sword toward the sky. Against the descending black net, the flames of catastrophe seemed ready to consume everything in an instant.

Crash!
Yet that crimson inferno was blocked once more by a shimmering black aura.

“Ugh!”

Choi Han, sent flying with a groan, reflected in the White Star’s pupils. Immediately after, a golden whip came hurtling past him.

“Did you think you’d escape the same way twice?”

The White Star immediately unfurled a water barrier.
Whoosh—the water barrier blocked the black net. Simultaneously, his body surged forward. The White Star glided effortlessly past the golden whip as it came at him like a living serpent. His body closed the distance to Erhafen at tremendous speed.
Choi Han attempted to react to that extraordinary velocity, but a transparent wall materialized before him.

“Damn! This wind…!”

The White Star’s wind barrier separated Choi Han and himself. Within that gap, the White Star evaded Erhafen’s whip and drew closer to his body.

“Grandfather, don’t touch him!”

The urgent voice of the Young Dragon reached his ears, but I dismissed it. A mere dragon—nothing but prey. Dragons without the Dragon Lord were ultimately isolated beings, none of them worthy of fear.
Look at the present moment. The world had been in such turmoil, and how many other dragons had perished in the meantime? Yet they all lived selfishly, indifferent to it all. And yet such a dragon dared to—

“—play at family.”

The Young Dragon and the Ancient Dragon before me were laughable. I continued to evade the whip, and finally reached a distance where I could touch Erhafen by merely extending my hand.
My sword-wielding hand traced a horizontal arc. Fire blazed along that line, surging toward the dragon.

“I’ve been waiting for this.”

In that instant, the Ancient Dragon’s lips curled upward.
Erhafen released the golden whip from his grasp without hesitation.

His attribute was not this golden radiance.
Powder or dust. An imperceptibly fine substance invisible to the eye—that was his true attribute.
Power concealed by brilliance, hidden from sight.

The Ancient Dragon’s eyes reflected the White Star, who had leaped between the countless minute particles he had scattered.
He spoke to his mana.

“Burst.”

Burst, tiny grains of dust.
Each one may be weak in isolation, but your power—enveloping everything around that creature, blanketing even the space itself—is far from insignificant.

The first particle detonated. There was no sound. Yet countless specks of dust followed in succession, each rupturing from within.
The White Star’s face contorted.

“Damn it!”

Boom, boom, crash, boom!
His vision blurred. Whenever he tried to move his hands, miniature explosions erupted through the air in that direction simultaneously.
Both legs, both arms, every part of his body was surrounded by detonating dust particles, making movement difficult.

‘This dragon bastard—how dare he.’

The water curtain concealing the net vanished. Erhafen opened his mouth.

“Retreat!”

The moment he withdrew, water erupted through the exploding particles.
Whoooosh—
The dust was instantly swept away by the water, and the area around the White Star became clear.

“Ha, haha—”

The White Star gazed down at his sleeve. The formal attire he had dressed in so carefully for the banquet, despite it not being to his taste, was now ruined by the small explosions.

“…It seems I’ve been underestimated.”

The Castle of Light. When he had faced the Dragon Lord at his castle, those creatures had cowered in fear of his power. So what confidence drove them to charge at him like this now?

Boom, boom—boom.
The sound of war drums echoed.
Did those drums give them such confidence?
Did they truly believe that a mere Kingdom Army could defeat him?

I saw the Ancient Dragon charging at me again. Behind the Wind barrier, I also felt Choi Han’s tremendous power surging toward me.
He lifted his head.

Whoooosh—
Flames erupted skyward. He divided the fire between both hands. Within the flames, a powerful wind swirled. It was a wind that resembled a typhoon, one of the great calamities.

“This alone is not enough.”

Rumble rumble rumble—
The sky began to cry out.
At the White Star’s will, black clouds gathered in the heavens. Stars and moon alike began to be obscured one by one by the encroaching darkness.

“Your goal is to shatter my vessel?”

He shot forward toward Erhafen like an arrow.

“Not so fast!”

Behind him, Choi Han fired a black aura like an arrow. The White Star swung one hand. Flames infused with the wind of a tempest opened their maw and devoured the aura.

Boom!
A massive explosion erupted. Choi Han was forced to retreat.
In that instant, a sword of flames and a hand glimmering with golden dust collided. Another tremendous sound assaulted Choi Han’s ears.

Sizzzzle.
The gold touched the flames and was gradually consumed. The White Star opened his mouth as he gazed at Erhafen.

“Do you hear the sky’s lament?”

The Ancient Dragon’s two hands trembled. The White Star applied more force. The Dragon Slayer’s calamity blade—it was truly the natural enemy of dragons.
Just a little more. The White Star drove the sword deeper.
Soon this fire would shatter the Ancient Dragon’s golden mana and tear those two hands to shreds. Then the White Star saw the Ancient Dragon’s resolute expression.

“Well.”

The Ancient Dragon gazed at the White Star with indifference and opened his mouth.

“Your incessant chirping is deafening. I can’t hear anything else.”

What? Chirping?
In that instant, the White Star realized something and lifted his head.
The water curtain had vanished. If so, the black net should have fallen downward without obstruction. Yet the black net did not descend upon the White Star. A beautiful night sky reflected in his eyes.

“Aaaaaargh!”

A harrowing scream pierced the air.
Erhafen’s lips curved upward.

“I hear someone else’s cry. Hmm?”

Over Erhafen’s shoulder, the White Star glimpsed a figure ensnared within the black net.
Like a fish caught in layer upon layer of netting—one, two, three, multiple layers—the one shrieking was Bear King Sayehr.

Crackle, snap.
It was no ordinary black net. A faint current coursed through it. Each time Sayehr’s garments touched the mesh, they smoldered, and the electricity seared his skin.
The White Star’s face contorted.

“Pointlessly…!”

Why did he interfere so recklessly?
Erhafen laughed, his eyes growing heavy and dark as he obscured the White Star’s vision.

“Now then, shall we finish our fight?”

Golden dust swirled around the Ancient Dragon like a tempest, billowing forth.
Amid this, Sayehr writhed in agony as the tightening black net’s current tormented him, his vision obscured by the constricting threads.
And toward him, the black Bone Dragon drew near.

“Damn it, so sudden!”

Sayehr attempted to tear through the black net with light wrapped around his hands. With a sharp rending sound and the smell of burning, the mana-woven mesh tore, but multiple layers ensnared him—it would take considerable time to break free.
A composed voice reached his ears.

“You’ll need to draw upon Ancient Powers more. Is that how you plan to escape the net?”

The shadow of dragon wings had already engulfed his entire body. Sayehr raised his head. He saw Kale’s cold gaze looking down upon him.

“You bastard—!”

“Yes, I’ll break free from this net!”
He unleashed the Ancient Powers dwelling within his body. Brilliant light enveloped him. It was no mere illumination.

-Human! My net is burning! That was difficult to create!

The scorching, blazing light began consuming the net in an instant.
Sayehr had become like the incarnation of the sun itself.

“Kehehehe, I just need to hold on a bit longer.”

The sound of the sky weeping echoed.
The White Star would soon unleash that power. I only needed to endure until then. He attempted to surge upward, wreathed in light.
He was trying to escape.

“Damn it!”

But his ankle was seized once more.

-It’s difficult to make, but I can make it again! I am magnificent, you foolish bear!
“This net again!”

Cough. Blood erupted from Sayehr’s mouth. The more force he exerted, the more his vessel trembled weakly. He saw Kale’s smiling face.
A smile as if he had anticipated this. Sayehr bit his lip.

‘Do you think I’ll lose?’

I endure. I escape.
Sayehr recalled his childhood when he was weak and lowly. He unleashed light once more. The radiance consumed the net again.

“Cough!”

But after coughing once more, his body faltered momentarily.
That was when it happened.

“Indeed, opposites are necessary.”

A monotone voice came from above Sayehr. He lifted his head. There stood a Necromancer wreathed in dead mana, wielding a bone blade.
The light radiating from Sayehr’s body illuminated the Necromancer’s grotesque visage.

And the black bone blade plummeting down toward me as well.

“No, not like thi—!”

I couldn’t allow this.
Sayehr reached upward with his hand wreathed in light.

“I’m afraid that won’t do.”

Sizzzzle. The sound of something burning filled the air.
The Bone Dragon’s front claws, gripping both of Sayehr’s arms, came into view. The black bone melted. Yet it was more than sufficient to pin Sayehr’s body in place.

Merry was a Necromancer who wielded bone. She had fought only from the rear before learning some martial arts from Tasha.
And she had carved a sword from bone, inscribing her dead mana essence into it again and again. A blade infused with dead mana that only a Necromancer could wield.
It was a sword into which she had also carved her desire to step forward into battle.

Dead mana pushed to its extreme—a darkness attribute that stood in absolute opposition to light.
That pierced through Sayehr.

“Aaaaaaahhhhh!”

A wretched scream tore through even the weeping of the heavens.

“I made a mistake. I really should have learned swordplay from Choi Han.”

Kale Heniatus answered Merry’s words with composure.

“It’s fine.”

He smiled as he looked at the one who had pushed Merry back.

“You still managed to sever one of his right arms.”
“…This bastard, letting him off easy all this time—”

The White Star snarled with bared teeth. Behind him, Sayehr—his right arm severed—trembled violently, coughing up blood.
Kale’s smile deepened.

One right arm down.

“I’ll have to cut off the second one too, won’t I?”

A water spear materialized in Kale’s hand. The spiraling shaft deepened into a dark, ocean-blue hue.
Whoosh—
The moment wind enveloped his body, Kale surged forward toward the White Star. Toward the White Star standing guard over his ally Sayehr.
It wasn’t that Kale didn’t know how to fight by taking comrades hostage or systematically eliminating them one by one to leave himself isolated. But since the White Star had struck first, I needed to repay the favor twofold.

Raon, suffering from mana disruption.
Choi Han, whose expression was impossible to tell—was he laughing or crying?
People who couldn’t sleep at night, trembling in fear.

‘What the hell does this bastard think he’s doing?’

White Star or whatever else—it didn’t matter.

“Hahaha! You dare charge at me? In that condition?”

The White Star let out a scornful laugh at Kale charging toward him. Kale’s pale complexion was marred by dried blood, and even the hand gripping his spear trembled.
But Kale charged forward nonetheless.
He stared directly at the White Star mocking him. And beyond the White Star, hidden behind him—past Sayehr’s shoulder.

Choi Han stood with his sword raised.
It was the same stance Choi Jung-soo took when summoning his dragon into his blade.

Choi Han’s Black Dragon was targeting the White Star’s back. The sword was different from usual. The dragon blooming from the black aura carried calamity within it.
Though incomplete, it was unmistakably the power of a ferocious calamity.

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