Trash of the Count’s Family - Chapter 652

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The Yellow-Haired Monster’s gaping maw. The Black Dragon thrust its head inside.
In that instant, Choi Han let his sword drop for the first time since the battle began.

“—-!”

As the Yellow-Haired Monster froze without even a scream, the Black Dragon that had thrust its head inside spread its jaws wide and burrowed deeper into the enemy’s body.

“—! —-!”
Boom—boom—

The Yellow-Haired Monster’s silent shriek and a black explosion erupted simultaneously from within its body.
Its tongue for screaming, its fangs dripping with venom—everything shattered, and the Black Dragon tore and gnawed at everything it could reach, even deep within.

“—!”

As a result, the Yellow-Haired Monster couldn’t even groan as its head dropped heavily downward.
Drip, drip.
Its hard scales remained intact, but black blood flowed endlessly from its mouth.

“Gasp, gasp—”

The Yellow-Haired Monster breathed only in ragged gasps.

“Screech, roar, roar—!”

And the Blue-Haired Monster shrieked and writhed violently.
Half its body was severed, but the other half remained connected as one with the Electric Eel. As the Yellow-Haired Monster’s insides shattered to pieces, the impact naturally spread to the Blue-Haired Monster as well.

“Roooaaaar—!”

The Blue-Haired Monster’s scream reverberated across the entire battlefield.
It was a shriek so violent that even those who had retreated to the third defensive line outside the City Wall flinched in alarm.
Choi Han let his sword hang at his side as he gazed at the Blue-Haired Monster, a smile playing at the corners of his mouth.

“This is satisfying.”

The ability to strike two creatures with a single attack.
The moment satisfaction bloomed across Choi Han’s lips, the Blue-Haired Monster’s gaze fixed upon his other half and the enemy who had tormented him.

“Tsk! Tsk!”

The Blue-Haired Monster, dragging the senseless Yellow-Haired Monster behind him, charged toward Choi Han.
He would kill that bastard who had caused him pain—no matter what. Fury burned bright in the Blue-Haired Monster’s azure eyes, unmistakable even without words.

Whoooosh—
Water erupted from the Blue-Haired Monster’s body in a violent, spiraling torrent.
Choi Han met it head-on.

“…Hah.”

A thin stream of black blood trickled from his lips.

“Brother!”

Rak’s eyes widened in alarm. He had witnessed Choi Han sustain countless external injuries. But internal damage? Never.

This meant Choi Han had pushed himself to the brink, continuously drawing his aura to its absolute limit to summon the Bone Dragon.

“Mm.”

With a brief grunt, Choi Han wiped away the blood at the corner of his mouth and raised his sword once more.

“This guy!”

Rak’s brow furrowed at the sight, and he immediately charged toward the Blue-Haired Monster with shield raised.
Thud. Thud. Thud.
The sound of Rak’s feet pounding the earth was drowned out by the colossal movements of the Electric Eel’s massive frame.
So he never noticed. The ally rushing up from behind him.

“Please step back.”

From behind, Rak heard a voice as refreshing and gentle as a soft wave lapping against white sand.
Startled by that voice, he could see a figure passing by him, moving forward.

Whoooosh—
Witira of the Whale Tribe charged forward, a water whip coiled around her arm.
A translucent cloak hung long across her shoulders.
Witira had only prepared for her rampage state but had not yet entered it.

“Tsk tsk tsk! Tsk tsk!”

Yet as she gazed at the monster charging toward her, a smile bloomed at the corners of her mouth.

“Water created by a few mages isn’t enough to trigger a rampage state.”

She could only prepare to enter it at any moment.

The Whale Tribe’s rampage state required water.
And a considerable amount of it at that.

Expecting such quantities of water inland was ordinarily difficult.
But it wasn’t impossible.

Witira’s gaze shifted from the approaching monster to Rosalind.
The battle that had unfolded in the Valley of Death, Breck Kingdom.
Rosalind, as a former member of the Breck Kingdom’s Royal Family and as a mage, had played an active role in that battle.

At that time, the Whale Tribe had needed to enter a rampage state, but there was no vast quantity of water.

There was a way to solve it.
Large-scale magic circles and abundant mana—if mages who could handle these created water like a tidal wave, it would have worked. But Rosalind and the other mages lacked the capacity to do so.

What resolved this was Kale’s ‘Controlled Water.’ The barrier of water that rose like a colossal wave became the foundation that allowed Witira and Archie to enter their rampage states.

At that time, both Witira and Rosalind witnessed how much Kale had strained himself.
They had won the battle, but the process left much to be desired.
More importantly, Rosalind had etched that moment—when she failed to accomplish something magic should have been able to do—into her memory, and naturally, she had always prepared to ensure such a situation would never occur again.

Witira opened her mouth as she met Rosalind’s clear, resolute gaze.

“With a Grand Mage present, surely we can conjure a bit of water.”

Archmage.
Witira bestowed that title upon Rosalind without hesitation.
Though Rosalind could not hear her voice, the moment she caught sight of the upturned corners of her lips—

“The magic circle is ready!”
“The mana stones are prepared!”

Reports from her subordinates reached Rosalind’s ears in succession.
And the final report.

“We’ve found all the aqueducts!”

The moment the Mage holding the map cried out as their representative, she took her position once more at the center of the newly drawn magic circle.
She closed her eyes and spoke softly.

“Begin.”

The Mage with the map immediately shouted.

“Destroy the aqueducts!”

Central Square of Pursulsi.
Beneath this plaza, five aqueducts in total ran through, supplying water to every corner of the city.

Boom!
The moment a sharp lance of mana pierced the first aqueduct, holes erupted in the remaining four as well.
Though no citizens of Pursulsi were present, water still flowed abundantly through them.

Whoooosh—
Water surged forth from the broken aqueducts.
Soon, a Mage affixed a mana stone to the edge of a new, massive magic circle and cried out.

“Pour in the mana!”

Whoooosh—
Mana seeping out from the magic stone flowed into the magic circle.
The magic circle gathered mana in an instant, like a bomb about to detonate.
Rosalind stood at its center.
She slowly opened her eyes.
Enveloped once more in crimson mana, she spoke toward Witira.

“Allow me to send a tidal wave.”

Splash—
Five pillars of water surged up from the waterway.
All of that water crossed the sky, heading toward the magic circle where Rosalind stood.

At the moment when the waters coming from different directions were about to merge above the magic circle, she raised her hand.

“Become a wave.”

Splash—!
A colossal column of water surged up from the magic circle, swallowing all five pillars whole.
And that water column became a single massive wave.

“Go.”

It surged toward where Rosalind extended her hand.
That place was exactly where Witira stood.

Witira smiled as she watched the colossal wave approaching her.

Back in the Canyon of Death, the water barrier Kale created carried the power of dominion, letting her feel the vast strength the sea possessed.

‘The wave is burning.’

This approaching wave was not fire, yet it burned like a single spark.
It must have been imbued with the will of the mage who created it.
The wave brimming with mana was smaller compared to Kale’s water barrier, but it was sufficiently formidable because it carried such abundant mana.

Witira’s heart began to race as she inherited the will of that wave.

Water differs from fire.
It does not burn.
It merely sweeps and swirls.

Yet if the will of one who yearned to burn in this battle were infused into that water, there was nothing it could not contain.

Witira extended her hand.
The waves bowed their crests in an instant, submitting to her command. Witira gladly mounted the bowing waves.

“I shall join as well.”

Archie followed her onto the waves.

The waves enveloped Witira and Archie’s bodies.
The Whale Tribe’s rampage transformation.
Their bodies did not swell in size. Rather, translucent water clung to them like armor. Yet this armor made the Whale Tribe the mightiest among all the beast tribes.
Just as one’s gaze was drawn irresistibly to that magnificent sight.

“Tsk tsk tsk! Tsk tsk!”

The blue-eyed gaze of the Blue-Haired Monster met Witira’s eyes, as clear as the sky itself.
Witira extended her tongue and licked her lips.

The water flowing through the channels beneath Pursulsi. And the water created by Rosalind and the many mages.
It had become waves, but fell just short of becoming a tidal surge.

Thus, finally, the vast waters this monster conjured.

“How delightful that you are the foe I must face.”

I must claim this for myself.

“I find it equally delightful! Krahahahaha!”

Archie harbored the same sentiment.

Kwaaaang!
Witira, cloaked in armor and a mantle of water, and Archie, armored in waves, collided with the Blue-Haired Monster.
Another tremendous roar echoed across the battlefield, and those watching beheld the water enveloping the Blue-Haired Monster transform into whips.

“Tsk, tsk, tsk!”

The Blue-Haired Monster’s eyes widened as I watched the water I’d expelled transform into a whip.
The creature met Witira’s cold gaze as she stared down at it.

“I’ll squeeze the breath from you.”
“Krraaagh–!”

A scream erupted from the monster’s mouth. The water whip, serpentine in its movement, began constricting the Blue-Haired Monster’s torso and the entire body of the Electric Eel.

Crack. Crack!
The tree roots Rosalind had conjured shattered without resistance under the whip’s crushing force.

“Ha ha, ha ha—”

Yet Rosalind laughed. After all, it was her magic that had enabled Witira to wield such power in the first place.

“Krrgh!”
Boom—!

The Blue-Haired Monster that had been standing upright crashed to the ground.

“Krrk, tsk.”

The Blue-Haired Monster attempted to disperse the water I had created, but it was futile.
The water the monster had generated now belonged to Witira.
The creature had to find a way to escape the whip. But there was no opportunity.

“Krahaha! Now I just need to finish it!”

Archie’s fist, encased in shimmering water armor, appeared before the Blue-Haired Monster’s face.
Boom!
Archie’s fist collided with the Blue-Haired Monster’s forehead, and with a sharp cracking sound, the horn on its forehead shattered into fragments in an instant.

Archie’s eyes gleamed with intensity.

“Krhehe. You little monster, you know what this means?”

Archie shook his head dismissively at Paseton, who had retreated to the rear with a wavering tone, but Archie remained resolute.
He informed the Blue-Haired Monster, who was gasping in pain as his breathing grew constricted, of one crucial fact.

“No matter how hard those scales are, if you keep hitting them like this, everything inside ruptures, yeah? You don’t believe me? That look in your eyes says you’re curious, doesn’t it? Want me to show you?”

Archie raised his fist.

“I’ll gladly demonstrate. Kahahaha!”

His fist came down hard on the rigid scales exposed between the whip’s gaps, striking the Blue-Haired Monster’s face.

Thud, crack!
The scales neither shattered nor tore. But the impact reverberated through everything beneath them, shaking his internal organs violently.
At that moment, Archie felt a shadow fall over him and turned his head.

“Care to join in?”
“Yes.”
“Now that’s easy!”

A Tiger Tribe Warrior approached with billowing robes, and a Wolf Tribe member spoke in an awkward manner.
Of course, in their berserk state, their massive frames were so enormous that Archie momentarily thought night had fallen rather than merely a shadow being cast.

Grin.
Archie smiled and responded.

“Let’s beat him together.”

And so the Blue-Haired Monster’s screams began.

Thud! Crack! Thud! Crack, crack!
“Argh! Argh!”

But those screams did not last long. As the Blue-Haired Monster’s internal organs were ravaged by the relentless impacts, blood vessels ruptured and his insides became a mangled mess.

“There’s no time to drag this out.”

The moment Choi Han’s voice rang out, they were met with an unimaginable roar.

Crash! Crash!
I lifted my head and saw the Gold Dragon and the monster lion-dragon colliding, creating a fierce wind.
Only the black Bone Dragon endured within that tempest, supporting the Gold Dragon.
A fierce battle painted with swirling golden dust.
It made me realize where the true enemy lay.
Archie nodded to Choi Han before approaching the Blue-Haired Monster.

“Ugh… ugh…”

Crack.
Archie effortlessly pried open the Blue-Haired Monster’s jaws.

“Cough. Hack.”

The monster spilled blood from its gaping maw. Choi Han watched impassively before driving his sword—infused with a faint aura—directly into the open mouth.

Thrust.
The blade pierced through the dark palate and skewered the Blue-Haired Monster’s brain, and its furious blue eyes gradually lost their light.

“We’ve finished here too.”

Witira opened the Yellow-Haired Monster’s jaws, and Paseton drove his sword into it, severing the last creature’s life.
Archie, observing this, approached Choi Han as he caught his breath and opened his mouth.

“One of them was easier to handle than we-”

Easier than expected, easier than we’d feared—one was handled without much difficulty.
But as Archie was about to say this, he noticed Choi Han’s complexion and his expression hardened. A thin trickle of blood still flowed from the corner of Choi Han’s mouth.

Only then did I recall what I’d forgotten.

‘Choi Han fought the monsters with all his strength until we arrived, which allowed us to fight in perfect condition.’

Archie’s gaze shifted to Rosalind beyond Choi Han’s shoulder.
The mages were collapsed, breathing heavily, and Rosalind at their center stood upright, but she too was wiping blood from the corner of her mouth.

Those excluding the beastkin were in poor condition.
It was through their strength and sacrifice that we could fight to this extent.

Archie’s expression hardened.
Not only that, but the Tiger Tribe and Wolf Tribe warriors also looked displeased. They felt as though they hadn’t accomplished much while devising and executing their strategy.

“We can handle the rest of the fighting from here.”

Witira’s voice reached them.
When they turned their gaze toward the sound, Witira and Rak stood side by side. The two of them, each wielding a whip and shield, lifted their heads.

“Once that lion-dragon falls to the ground, we’ll step in.”

The beastfolk warriors nodded with resolute expressions.
Choi Han gave a nod to Rak, who wore a reassuring smile that had fully blossomed, then gripped his sword embedded in the Blue-Haired Monster’s head once more.
The moment he applied force to draw the blade.

Clang!
“Hm?”

Something hard had struck against the sword.

‘What is this?’

Choi Han’s bewildered expression quickly shifted to one of caution as he maneuvered the sword to extract the hard object.
It could potentially be a variable that might cause complications.
However, the moment he saw what had come out along with the sword, Choi Han let out a slight chuckle.

Clang!
A round orb fell to the ground.

“Hm? What is this?”

As Archie stared at the orb that had fallen from the Blue-Haired Monster with confusion, Choi Han picked it up and answered.

“A Ruyi Pearl.”
“A Ruyi Pearl? I’ve never heard that name before.”

Everyone wore puzzled expressions at the unfamiliar term. But Choi Han recalled what had happened on Earth.

‘After we defeated the Yellow-Haired Monster, a pearl similar to this one appeared. It seems the same thing is happening here.’

Choi Han asked Paseton, who was drawing his sword just as he was.

“Do you have one of these orbs on your side as well?”
“Hmm? We don’t have one here?”
“Is that so?”

Choi Han tilted his head in confusion.

‘I could have sworn I heard a report that something like a wish-granting orb came from the Yellow-Haired Monster in the last Earth?’

Was this one different?
Choi Han judged it wasn’t a variable that would cause any adverse effects, so he casually wiped the blood from the orb with his sleeve.
He needed to keep it and hand it over to Kale.

-Huh?

That was when it happened.

“Hmm?”

Choi Han, who had been wiping the orb with his sleeve, froze.
A voice reached his ears.
A familiar voice.

-Huh? Huh?

A voice tinged with bewilderment.
Choi Han turned his gaze toward where the sound came from.
He lifted the sleeve he had been using to wipe the orb.

Inside the orb.
A person was visible.

“…Huh?”

Choi Han was genuinely taken aback in the middle of this battlefield.

-Huh?
“Huh?”

Choi Han, along with the person who appeared inside the orb, kept repeating the same words to each other.
There was no other choice.
Choi Han barely managed to open his mouth.

“…Park Jin-tae?”

Park Jin-tae.
A former national shooting team representative turned Ability User who wielded a gun that fired explosive bullets as his weapon.
He was someone from Earth.

-…You? You! You, Choi Han-! Why are you inside the orb-!

Beyond the orb, Park Jin-tae stared at Choi Han with a bewildered expression.

Kale, who was still unable to regain his composure.
At the moment he left Earth, the God of Death had spoken to him in a remarkably warm voice.

-Human. Do not think this is the end.
-For fate may reconnect in ways you cannot foresee.
-Fate is an unknowable existence that even the laws of this world cannot comprehend.

Kale, the one who heard those words, had dismissed them as “nonsense” without grasping their true meaning. Yet fate had a way of reconnecting.

Choi Han’s mouth opened as he gazed at Park Jin-tae within the orb, and a dazed voice spilled forth.

“…This is insane.”
-…Insane. Lee Chul-min! Wait, no. Get Kim Rok-soo over here!

Park Jin-tae uttered the same words.
It was a moment of bewilderment for both Choi Han and Park Jin-tae alike.

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