Trash of the Count’s Family - Chapter 612

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Yet his actions did not end with a smile.
Clank!
The White Star could see the chain pulling his ankle downward with tremendous force.

“…Tch.”

A short exhale escaped the White Star’s lips.
It was because he saw Alberu pulling the chain.

“Fight with strength? …Against me?”

With a smile brimming with disdain, he raised his hand.
At that signal, his subordinates responded in unison.
“Attack! Aid your master!”

Through the magic of the gathered Black Mages, several warriors and archers soared into the air.
The remaining warriors and Dark Elves formed a formation to protect these mages.
They had no choice.

“Protect the mages from the Molan Family and the Mercenary King!”

Vicross and Bud.
The swordsman wielding a greatsword and the swordsman with the azure aura were charging toward them.

“Beware the Assassin!”

And there was Ron Mollan, so stealthy that his form could barely be discerned, targeting their lives.
Protected by the warriors, the Black Mages began casting multiple offensive spells.

“Fire!”

At one person’s call, numerous attack spells erupted skyward in unison.

“Target the Necromancer’s creature!”

Then Merry’s voice rang out.

“That is a grave miscalculation.”

In that instant.
Sniff.
The Mercenary King drew in a sharp breath through his nose.

“Hmm, formidable.”

As he murmured softly to himself.
Merry gestured toward her skeletal wyverns.

“An assault of this caliber is trivial.”
Black threads unfurled like a musical staff, and her creatures danced across them like notes upon a page.
Had it been music, this would have been merely the opening prelude.

“To believe you can defeat me with merely this—that is a profound miscalculation.”

Three months.
Though I had grown accustomed to waiting, to suffering, it had been an eternity.
My heart ached throughout.
And so I had used every moment with utmost purpose.
Those three months allowed me to fully assimilate all the dead mana I had absorbed while traveling alongside Kale Heniatus, making it entirely my own.

“I am strong.”
Boom!
One skeletal wyvern’s tail cleaved through the offensive magic.
Crash!
Another wyvern’s razor-sharp claws not only intercepted the archer’s bow but also crushed the life from his body.
Thud!
A massive wyvern’s form struck the ground.
Its bone-white jaw yawned open, revealing fangs like daggers, and Bud cried out in exultation.

“Sweep them away!”

His command manifested instantly.
The skeletal wyverns surged toward the enemy, guided by the black threads, obedient to her will.

“Argh!”
“Evade! Protect the Mages!”
“Damn it, it’s coming down again!”

At someone’s cry, the White Star’s subordinates lifted their heads.

Night had retreated, and morning was breaking across the sky.
It was as if black stars were plummeting to the earth.
Their numbers were few.

The problem was that they weren’t stars at all, but grotesque and terrifying skeletal monsters—and each one was colossal in size.

Boom!
As yet another descended.

“Let’s go first.”
“Pardon?”

Vicross left Bud behind and immediately leaped onto the wyvern’s back.
Atop the skeletal wyvern writhing in multiple places, he swung his greatsword relentlessly.

“What a brilliant idea…!”

Witnessing that reckless display, Bud gasped in astonishment and promptly climbed onto another skeletal wyvern himself, doubling the chaos.

“Ha, haha—!”

The White Star, observing the spectacle from above, burst into laughter—the expression of someone laughing out of sheer exasperation.
He spoke while gazing at Merry.

“I prepared quite a lot of skeletal monsters.”

Whoosh.
Merry turned her head away from the White Star, her voice as monotone as a navigation system.

“You are not worth my concern.”
“What?”

The White Star’s face contorted.

“I’m here.”

Whirrrrr—!
Alberu seized the spear and chain in both hands, wrenching them downward.
The White Star’s body lurched, beginning to plummet.

“You wish to test your strength against mine?”

The White Star’s gaze shifted.

“How amusing.”

Whirrrrk—!
The White Star grasped the white chain coiled around his ankle.
And pulled.

“Ugh!”

Alberu’s eyes widened as the opponent’s overwhelming force transmitted through his hands in an instant.
The chain had gone taut, immobilized in either direction.

Through his helmet, Alberu’s gaze locked with the White Star’s.
In that moment, the White Star’s mouth opened.

“I release my restraints.”

With those words, the White Star pulled the chain once more.

“What in—!”

Such power existed?
Like being swept away by a colossal wave, that magnificent force sent the taut chain sliding toward the White Star.

“Damn it!”

Alberu felt his body lifting off the ground.

‘The disparity in strength is this vast?’

When the White Star finally exerted his true power, Alberu was utterly outmatched.

-How troublesome.

Tae-rang muttered under his breath.

-It seems fighting with chains was a miscalculation. You are weak, Albert Crossman.
“Damn it!”

As Alberu’s face contorted in frustration.
The White Star, his expression cold and indifferent, seized the chain with crushing force and swung it with devastating power.

“Perhaps you should experience the air up there.”

The chain soared skyward, tracing a massive arc through the air.

“Ugh!”

Alberu’s body followed the chain in a sweeping semicircle, and the arc’s terminus was the sinkhole’s wall.
Though calling it a wall, it was actually a densely packed residential district where the kingdom’s people dwelled.

‘At this rate, I’ll collide with those buildings!’

Unable to release his grip, Alberu’s collision with the buildings seemed inevitable.

“Ugh, retrieve it!”

Whoosh—
At Alberu’s command, the White Star watched as the chain in his grasp abruptly thinned and slipped from his fingers in an instant.
Witnessing this, the White Star smiled and turned his head.

“Next is you.”

And he advanced toward Merry.
The White Star approached her at a speed far greater than before, closing the distance with terrifying swiftness.

Whoosh—
In his hand, the sword blazed with lava that seemed capable of obliterating everything in its path, burning with an intensity unlike anything before.

“Now that’s more like it.”

With those words, the White Star thrust his blade toward Merry and the net.
Crimson flames erupted from the sword’s tip.

“…This is…”

Merry’s face hardened.
If the net moved just a bit further, it would touch the black sphere. But a crimson projectile—far more devastating than the fire boomerang from moments before—hurtled toward her.

No.
It was far too massive to be called an arrow.
It felt as though a Giant Snake were bearing down upon her.

“Now you’ll stop moving.”

The White Star watched Merry frozen in place with a smile.
But his expression soon twisted.

“Damn that old Dragon!”

Whoooosh—
Before Merry.
Golden dust scattered and coalesced.
That golden light.
The Dragon had arrived.

“Yes. That damned Dragon.”

A golden shield unfurled before the fire arrow.

Boom—!
The fire arrow exploded with a deafening roar. The flames engulfing the golden shield cracked its surface, but could not pierce through it.
And as the shield dissipated, Erhafen’s form was revealed.

“Well, that was quick.”

He shook his head as he watched the White Star shoot toward him through the explosion.
His demeanor was playful, yet his eyes burned with intensity.

‘…I cannot fight with my full strength.’

Erhafen held back, refusing to pour all his power into this confrontation.
Everyone, including myself, had to survive.

Whiiiish–
Golden dust enveloped his body.
Hiss. The White Star rushed toward Erhafen, and upon seeing that golden shimmer, he let out a contemptuous snort.

“So you cannot fight at full strength, it seems.”

Screech.
The tip of his flaming sword pointed directly at Erhafen.

“Has your time come to die?”
“It was always a matter of today or tomorrow.”

As they drew closer, their words came light and casual, yet the power surrounding them grew denser with each passing moment.
The White Star’s flaming sword in particular possessed such density that merely pointing it forward caused the surrounding air to ripple.
The White Star lifted his blade with a dark smile spreading across his face.

Soon, I will kill that old dragon.

‘How fortunate.’

I could use him as a vessel in this opportunity.

Whoooosh–
Flames that transcended red itself surged upward in black inferno.
Soon those flames would descend upon Erhafen.

That was when it happened.

Clang–!

An unfamiliar sound reached the White Star from behind.
A small sound.
Under normal circumstances, it would be ignored.

‘…I can’t sense any mana or aura!’

Yet that sound felt strangely unfamiliar.
And then came the sound of something cutting through the wind.

“Damn it!”

The White Star spun around and swung his sword toward the source of the sound.

Crash!
Something struck the blade and erupted in flames upon contact.
The White Star lowered his sword.

In his field of vision appeared another wyvern—this one forged from black bone.
And atop that wyvern.

“If you’re going to attack, you should see it through to the end.”

Alberu spoke with a smile.
And in his hand.

“What is that?”

The White Star beheld a weapon he had never seen before.

An unbreakable spear capable of manifesting every weapon from the Third Earth—though not all weapons from this world could be forged.
Alberu was unfamiliar with all the weapons of the Third Earth.

However, during his time as the Dark Tiger on Kale Heniatus’s Earth, he had witnessed quite a few weapons.
Among them, one particularly novel weapon that had caught his fancy.

Click. Click.
The white spear had transformed.

Its length had dramatically shortened, and where the spearhead should have been, there now gaped an empty hollow.

“What is this, you ask?”

Alberu echoed the White Star’s question once more, then mimicked someone’s stance.

-The Omnipotent Spear’s ability automatically corrects the stance for any weapon used for the first time.
-Of course, that stance is based on fundamentals and above, but it’s nothing exceptional.

Alberu’s stance was automatically corrected, and he began to resemble someone he had recalled.
What is this?

“Why would I explain that to you?”

With those words, Alberu pulled the trigger.

Bang!
And just as Park Jin-tae had done, he pulled the trigger once more.
Crack!
Two white bullets hurtled toward the White Star.

Chains won’t work?
Then I would simply use something else.

“Or I could fight alongside someone else.”

As Alberu fired the bullets, I could see Erhafen launching an attack at the White Star simultaneously.

“…Tch!”

The White Star’s brow furrowed as attacks rained down from both directions.

Their attacks?
I could easily block them with a water barrier.

But that wasn’t the problem.
What the Necromancer would do while these two kept me occupied.
That was the problem.

And that problem had just become reality.

“It touched.”

The moment Merry whispered softly.
The instant the net woven from black threads and skeletal flying monsters made contact with the black sphere and began wrapping around it at tremendous speed.

Alberu cried out upon witnessing the scene.

“Pull him up!”

Merry’s net, having caught the great prize, surged skyward at tremendous speed.
Away from the White Star.
Evading every attack.
To evacuate the great prize—Kale Heniatus—to safety.

“Erhafen!”
“Got it!”

And those who remained would ensure no filth contaminated that net.

“I’ll pin your ankles down.”

Alberu leveled his gun toward the White Star.

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Crack, crack!
Colossal tree roots, larger than a human torso, shattered relentlessly.
Roooaaarrr!
Simultaneously, the earth split asunder.
And through that chasm, a monster with bloodshot eyes vanished swiftly underground.

“The Yellow-Haired Monster is fleeing!”
“…It seems to be retreating for now!”

Hearing the shouts from those around him, Lee Soo-hyuk approached Choi Han.

“Is this a temporary lull?”
“It appears so.”

The Yellow-Haired Monster had burrowed through the tree roots and fled underground.

“But it will return soon. Before the day ends.”
“A brief respite, then.”

Choi Han and Lee Soo-hyuk followed Kim Min-ah’s lead, making their way to the top of a nearby tree.
Kale Heniatus was waiting there.

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