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Little Tyrant Doesn t Want to Meet with a Bad End CH 433.2

Author:Bells on Cat Ears Category:urban Update time:2023-01-03 14:50:21

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Chapter 433.2: Being Toward Death (2)

Roel Ascart had been defeated.

That was the conclusion that the crowd witnessing the fight from afar came to.

Roel was still chasing Bryan a minute ago to deliver the coup de grâce, but the tables were turned within seconds.

A grayish silhouette had suddenly manifested beside the fallen Bryan, piquing the vigilance of the crowd.

Roel had noticed it too, but it didn’t seem to make a difference.

The grayish silhouette released an attack that somehow managed to pierce through all of Roel’s defenses, resulting in an abrupt defeat.

The grayish silhouette vanished after releasing that attack, and Bryan returned to his feet.

It was also at this point that the heretics and inquisitors realized that they had been duped.

From the very start, Roel was the true target that Bryan and the others were going for.

That could be seen as much from their elaborate preparations.

Their plan worked.

Roel had fallen completely still after being struck by the beam of gray miasma, and his crimson mana and frost aura swiftly dispersed into the surroundings.

His body was shrouded by gray miasma, and it was growing blurrier with each passing second.

It had all happened so quickly that the heretics couldn’t react to it at all.

Cynthia’s body froze up.

Rodney was in the midst of brandishing his sword when his movements slowed to a halt.

Wood stared at Roel with widened eyes, unable to believe what he had just seen.

In contrast, the evil cultists revealed triumphant smiles.

With Roel’s death, no one else would have the strength to oppose Bryan’s powerful divine power.

This meant that this battle was already as good as won.

The heretics and inquisitors soon realized that as well, and despair showed on their faces.

Most of them were prepared to die in the course of their duty, but they couldn’t accept this loss.

They understood what would happen if the evil cultists were to win here.

There was only one person who didn’t think that it was over yet—Count Hanks.

He knew that Roel still had a chance to make a comeback even though his life was hanging by a thread.

As long as the latter could find his belief core and make a breakthrough, he might just be able to turn things around.

Ironically, his near-death condition was providing him with the impetus to do so.

Thinking about the month he had spent with the young man journeying to the eastern borders, Hanks was able to calm his nervousness.

He had encountered many prodigies over the years, but for some reason, he was exceptionally confident that Roel wouldn’t lose his life here.

This was based on the intuition he had built up over the years.

Meanwhile, Bryan walked right past Roel and advanced toward the house in the distance, where Nora was.

Seeing that, Hanks quickly rushed over with white light shrouding his body.

I have to buy time before he returns.

Hanks began gathering all the mana he had within him, prepared to sacrifice his own life to stall time for Roel’s return.

However, a sudden burst of mana pulsation changed everything.

The moment Roel grasped the hand extending from the shadows, a slight mana pulsation rippled from the white bones of the fallen skeleton giant.

It created a chain reaction.

Bryan halted his footsteps, and in the faraway headquarters of the Connoisseur Guild, a robed figure turned his head around in astonishment to look at the faint glow behind him.

Kak.

Cracks were appearing on the stone he was using as a medium earlier, causing bits of light to spill out from within.

The robed figure suddenly felt an intense pain coming from his arm.

His surroundings dimmed right after, and a flickering candle appeared before his eyes.

A black-haired man was grabbing onto his wrist tightly, infusing a freezing stream of mana into him.

An entire half of his body was already frozen.

“!”

The robed figure quickly retracted his arm, releasing the candle flame from his grasp.

With the release of the candle flame from its suppression, it immediately unleashed a wave of brilliant mana to wash away the darkness and intruder who dared to trespass on this land.

When the robed figure returned to the real world, he slowly lowered his gaze and looked at his frozen arm in shock.

It was the first time in a long time that his true emotions unwittingly showed on his face.

He understood what it meant for the young awakener of the Ascart House to have been able to grab his real body in that dark space.

He has uncovered his own belief core.

No one will be able to infiltrate his Inner Sanctum to put out his flame anymore.

The Kingmaker Bloodline has been fully awakened.

After the passing of several centuries, that ancient bloodline has resurfaced in the world once more.

Everything will change as a result of this.

Even demons and gods will have to take heed.

The Collector stared at the glowing medium with an unreadable look on his face.

It was impossible to tell what he was truly thinking.

Over at Tark Prairie, Bryan’s blue eyes glazed over with incomprehension.

As if someone had rewound time, the gray miasma began converging around the crumbled white bones, turning Roel’s blurred body corporeal once more.

At the same time, an incredible amount of mana that appeared to have been conjured out of nowhere started congregating in the sky, forming an image.

This image was continuously changing, be it a dignified king with a sword in hand, a ferocious wild beast, a holy angel, a majestic dragon…

Beings that had once existed in the ancient era appeared one after another, including the gods and demons.

Despite their fleeting appearances, they contributed to a growing pressure weighing down on the surroundings before finally peaking with a glowing silhouette.

The moment She appeared, even the vilest of evil cultists fell to the ground, trembling in repentance as if foolish children who had momentarily lost their way.

The devout believers gasped in shock as they reverently murmured Her name.

Sia.

The scene before him delivered a sharp jolt to Bryan’s heart, and the gray miasma also quickly scattered out of fear.

Hanks hurriedly lowered his head respectfully despite being overwhelmed by the situation.

There was no way such a phenomenon could have occurred even for a breakthrough to Origin Level 3.

The only possible explanation was that this was a memory originating from the Ascart Bloodline.

As the ancient lineage picked up its glory of the past, a frozen body began to blaze with fervor.

Roel looked at the sky, where a glowing silhouette looked at him with a warm smile as Her hand reached out toward him.

The Crown Origin Attribute trembled in response.

【Ding!】

【You have received Sia’s Blessing】

【The awakening of your bloodline has been completed.

Degree of Awakening: 100%】

【Ding!】

【You have obtained a new skill: Being Toward Death】

【Being Toward Death

In the Inner Sanctum, you held steadfast to your belief and blossomed amidst darkness.

No one can seek to influence the flame that burns within you anymore.

The flow of fate will change because of you.

Death is not the end but the start.

Effects: Increased resistance toward death.

Depending on the severity of injuries, the user will receive corresponding enhancements in mana quantity and bloodline ability.】

Several notifications echoed in Roel’s ears as he felt an inexplicable sensation washing over him.

It was a feeling of tenderness and tranquility in the depths of his soul.

He closed his eyes and allowed the warm light to wash away the filth in his body.

At the same time, he could sense the presence of a core within his Origin Attribute that held everything together.

The phenomenon only lasted for a brief moment before fading away.

The brilliant light receded into Roel’s body, and the pressure in the air finally dispersed.

Roel opened his eyes once more and gazed upon Bryan.

The latter couldn’t maintain a composed front anymore; there was only graveness in his eyes.

It had only been several minutes, but Roel’s aura was completely different from before.

The tremendous increase in his mana showed that he had overcome his bottleneck to reach Origin Level 3.

His glowing golden eyes showed determination like never before, as if even the notion of death couldn’t frighten him.

Frankly speaking, Bryan was intimidated by Roel’s changes, but he knew that he still stood a chance.

Roel’s body was still in a blurry state, a sign that he hadn’t fully recovered from the earlier blow yet.

Even if he had regained control over his powers and advanced to Origin Level 3, it didn’t change the fact that he was in a severely weakened condition.

If Bryan wanted to get rid of Roel, now was the best chance for him to do so.

“How did you return Your body should have long vanished.

It shouldn’t have been possible for that person to fail,” asked Bryan as his eyes gleamed with murderous intent.

Gray miasma had started gathering around him once more.

On the other hand, Roel gave off an air of serenity, as if he had just been through a long journey.

“Your plan was perfect.

I was in the worst possible state due to my battle with Nora, and that man in the shadows was able to interfere with my bloodline and Origin Attribute to seal my powers.

But just as you’ve said, fate doesn’t necessarily proceed in the way we intend it to.

It’s the case for me, so it is for you.

“I recall that you mentioned something along the line of a prophecy earlier.

Bryan, fate might have guided you into this elaborate assassination attempt, but regretfully, I am not one to bow down to fate.

If anything, I have been desperately fighting against it all this while.

It’s during times of crises that my belief core shines brighter than ever.

“You have pointed out a way for me, allowing me to fully awaken my bloodline.

You might have been able to stifle me for a moment, but there are countless others who light up the path for me.

With their support, I’ll eventually achieve my goal.”

The ancestors who had provided Roel with guidance appeared one after another.

Their bodies were faint and translucent, looking as if their souls were on the verge of dissipation.

In exchange, Roel’s aura was growing stronger by the moment.

The three Witness States he had been through were fodder for his growth, seeping into his bloodline and becoming his strength.

Bryan’s complexion turned awful.

The medium that connected him with the Collector had already been destroyed, which meant that he was no longer able to summon him anymore.

Their plan was completely foiled.

However, the battle hadn’t been decided yet.

“Since he has failed, I’ll personally send you on your way.”

Bryan’s voice was heavily solemn.

A forbidding pulsation of mana rippled across the prairie, inducing the gray miasma to billow furiously and cover the sky.

With no more reinforcement to fall back on, Bryan decided to reveal his true prowess.

The sheer might he possessed as an Origin Level 2 transcendent wielding divine powers was terrifying.

The ominous force he exerted raised shockwaves that forced Cynthia to raise her kite shield despite standing a far distance away.

Wood, Rodney, and the other heretics quickly backed away as well.

Hanks wrapped himself in a layer of holy light as he watched the situation with a frown.

The hair-raising sensation induced from the terrifying gray miasma was one thing, but its true nature as a mishmash of fragmented souls became visible to the crowd as well.

“Are those…!”

“H-human souls!”

Appalled shouts echoed from the surroundings, but Bryan paid little heed to it.

Utopia was the name of the evil god possessing his body, as well the secret behind his ability to defy death.

Those who were killed by him would be assimilated to become part of his strength, and he hadn’t been wasting his time over the past two hundred years.

Bryan’s consciousness had, in a sense, fused together with that of the evil god.

It would be foolish to solely evaluate him on the oversimplified concept of Origin Level.

Wails of the dead souls echoed as Bryan converged him into his grasp, forming a sword of boundless power.

He was now in his strongest ever state.

On the other hand, Roel slowly raised his hand toward the collapsed bones around him.

The truth was that his body was in a terrible shape, such that it would be no joke to say that he was standing before the gates of hell.

He could hardly process the sorrowful wailing and billowing gray miasma around him.

His body was still blurred, looking as if it would dissipate at a single touch.

Yet, he was also at his strongest ever state.

The first thing he had to do right now was to bring back his companion.

When he touched the white bones around him, the scenery before him changed.

The night sky prairie turned into a sunset plain.

Grandar’s humongous body was trembling ever so slightly.

His eyes were slowly regaining its glow, as if he was awakening from a slumber.

Half of the ancient giant king’s body was already dyed in the golden aura.

He was already on the verge of being assimilated by the Angel King’s mana.

“Looks like we don’t have much time left,” said Roel with a sigh.

A smile soon returned to his face, and he asked his old pal, “Are you able to hold on”

“I’m fine.”

It was a concise answer from the skeleton giant.

“Alright.”

Roel nodded in response, choosing not to say anything more.

Those words were more than enough for them to understand each other’s will.

The surroundings reverted to normal the next moment, and the pale white bones began unleashing a brilliant crimson glow.

It blazed as brightly as the sun, harnessing overflowing divine wrath and killing intent like never before.

The fragmented souls let out piercing shrieks of fear, and the evil god eyed its adversary in alarm.

The skeleton giant rose to its feet amidst a layer of mist, revealing a towering stature that naturally intimidated those beneath it.

The penetrating light in its eyes seemed to peer through all lies and facades.

This was the first time Roel was summoning Grandar after reaching Origin Level 3.

With his humongous increase in mana, the ancient giant king was able to swiftly revert to its peak state.

However, Roel wasn’t satisfied with just this much.

Enduring the pain that had seized his overused body, he channeled his mana with the determination to win the battle and activated his new ability, Being Toward Death.

At the same time, the sky started filling up with dark clouds.

Thunder rumbled above everyone’s heads, sounding like the indignant screams of thousands.

Bolts of crimson lightning started falling and scattering all around, bestowing power upon the warriors of justice.

Once cloaked in the crimson lightning, the heretics and the inquisitors lost their fear and regained their composure.

Their mana, which was on the verge of drying out earlier, was replenished and amplified as well.

Indescribable wrath bred in their hearts, prompting them to brandish their blades against the enemy.

“Impossible! How could you possibly have that spell”

Bryan bellowed out in disbelief the moment he saw the crimson lightning filling the sky.

It raked up the deepest dredges of his memories and brought a nostalgic face to mind.

That spell, Howl of Crimson Lightning, was an army buff spell that belonged to the man whom Felder Elric had pledged fealty to.

It was the final miracle in their final battle together when warm blood still flowed in his veins, but it should have already vanished with that man’s death.

He never thought that the same spell would appear before his eyes centuries later.

This unexpected sight shook his resolve, plunging him into hesitation.

On the other hand, Roel couldn’t help but recall the past, and his feelings culminated into a soft sigh.

“You!”

Bryan shouted out in agitation, but the intention behind his outburst was unclear.

In the end, he gave up on establishing any communication, knowing that it was meaningless at this point.

He raised his sword high up and concentrated all of the gray miasma on its blade before hacking it down with a furious roar.

With tremendous mana and divine power tightly condensed on its blade, the sword was practically an unstoppable calamity.

In response, Roel and the skeleton giant combined their powers and unleashed their final strike.

Recalling his battle with Ro Ascart, Roel channeled his mana toward the Crown Origin Attribute and produced a brilliant pillar of golden light that rose into the sky.

It swiftly condensed into a golden fragment that fused into Grandar’s humongous body.

The ancient Sovereign was crowned once more after many years.

The sunset plains began overlapping with the real world.

The cheers of the giant warriors echoed deafeningly, even louder than the thunderous rumbling of the crimson lightning.

As Grandar hurled his fist, a crimson setting sun rose behind him, becoming one with his attack.

The setting sun clashed with the sword of gray miasma, producing a loud sizzling sound together with sorrowful cries of the fragmented souls.

It was as if two different worlds had collided and was pitting to determine which was superior.

After a momentary standstill, the sword of gray miasma finally started to recede.

Eventually, the crimson light that dominated everyone’s vision.

Boom!

The curtains were finally drawn on the war in Tark Prairie.

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