Even a hero wouldn’t want to be born in a troubled world
The God of Thunder was Claudia’s mother. On cloudy days, it sneaks up from the distant sea, snoops, and pours down thunderbolts while shouting “Go” To the land. He was a noisy old man who, thanks to his lightning tower and thunderstorms, wasn’t too dangerous, but he was menacing.
However, the appearance of the god of thunder was all intentional. The Thunder God, who was only faithful to his role as an ‘alarm’, did not aim his power at anyone. When he announced that the thunderbolt was coming, he fell victim to human trickery. Like, like the mighty but stupid giants in old stories.
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However, those words did not apply to the current Thunder God.
The Thunder God raised his spear.
The world vibrates.
The downy hair stands up.
A little static electricity builds up on the dirt and rocks. The Thunder God’s wrath is looking for a scapegoat. All things hold their breath and bow their heads, waiting for the severe punishment to escape.
Until now, gods have never expressed their anger toward humans. If that were the case, the world would not have maintained its normal shape.
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The Thunder God proved that.
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The 10m long spear was burning white. Soil and rocks rise and rise. Then, at some point, the world stretched out and the window turned into a ray of light.
There is no roar that rips the world apart, nor light that frightens everyone. Even the power scattered in the world is condensed into one. Throw a spear, with that one purpose.
There was no shooting action. The light seemed to flash, but before I knew it, it had disappeared from the hands of the Thunder God. The steel spear, which had the speed of lightning, could not be chased with the naked eye.
“… Bruise?”
Aji, who had been barking loudly, blinked his eyes. It was because Lungken, who had been slaughtering humans a while ago, had disappeared in front of his eyes. Instead, Lungken’s arms and legs fell apart. As well as the humans who were imprisoned there.
I don’t know how far Lunken will go, but it seems clear that he’s closer to the Mist Duchy than Claudia. No matter how immortal an El was, it would take quite a long time to restore his body and return to Claudia.
Having defeated his elder, Peru exhaled heavily with his arms outstretched. With both her vampires and humans all staring at her at a loss for words, Peru, who fired her thunderbolt, saw the devastation she had created.
Traces in the shape of twigs are carved on the ground where the spears brushed past. It is the trace of the spear of lightning tearing the ground. Through cracks and cracks, thin lightning stalks rise like reeds. The land full of lightning is waiting only for Peru’s order.
In the middle of everyone holding their breath, Peru was embarrassed with an expressionless face.
‘… What?’
This was not Peru’s intention. He only intended to scare him by fixing the Thunder God with the power of the golden sutra. He wanted a thunder god that was loud and threatening, just like the thunder god’s original use.
However, the moment he tried to fix the Thunder God, an unknown force intervened and an unexpected problem arose. This is because the lightning thief entrusted the power he had been hiding to Peru’s will. Unknowingly, Peru, who came to dominate all the thunderbolts in this land, created a real god of thunder.
‘… This isn’t it.’
When you shoot a blank bullet and the live ammunition runs out, the person who will be most embarrassed will be the one who pulled the trigger. Peru did just that. When the Thunder God, modified for intimidation, blew away the Elder, Peru was horrified by the power beyond its control.
However, since the change in expression was extremely small in Peru, even the surprised face was close to expressionless. As if she had expected it, her lips were tightly shut, and the appearance of her staring at Elder gave off the appearance of an absolute detached person in everything.
There was no time to clear up the misunderstanding. Taking advantage of everyone’s focus, Peru quickly started talking.
“… This is your final warning. Stop!”
If you don’t stop, I’ll make everyone look the same… It’s not necessarily because of the mood to hear the words. Not necessarily wrong.
As long as you’ve proven you can do it, Peru’s word is mercy, not blackmail. It is to suppress the power to turn the world upside down and twist reason, and give it a chance to survive.
I haven’t been able to use that power properly yet. Because what is needed to kill humans is not sophisticated technology.
However, there was only one strong man with powerful powers who had masterfully trained them. While fighting the Saint of Steel, he moved without delay as soon as he felt a new power.
“Blood haze.”
Valdamir clenched his fists. The overwhelmingly strong force broke even his grip, and the pressure caused drops of blood to spread in all directions. In an instant, a thick fog of blood spreads and engulfs the space. The fresh blood that spread from his body engulfed the pool of blood that flowed around him and gradually grew in size.
A life that has become immortal because it is closest to death. The progenitor was the seed of the demon god, and it did not fully blossom and became a tribal god. I set up a new rule that only applies to vampires who are my kin.
However, setting the rules does not guarantee that you will be the best at the game. Tir made it, but it was Valdamir who learned the reason as a technique and forged it.
In an instant, the waterfall in the clouds turns bloody. There is no sunlight in the dark red clouds, and the ominous smell of blood wets the tip of the nose. A space for vampires, by vampires. Baldamir, immersed in it, moved, immersed in the mist of his blood. In the darkness, only the red eyes continued like an afterimage, and Valdamir’s new form became blurred.
I didn’t miss it because it was fast. Because his body melted into the bloody mist.
Gwihyeol yeongbo.
It’s called a step, but it resembles swimming. And to be a little more picky, it was close to teleportation.
The boundary between outside and inside is blurred. Even if the blood flows and the body is broken, it does not give meaning to it. He binds himself and remakes himself with the Blood Sculpture derived from the True Blood of the founder. In other words, their source is in the blood.
If you do, if you scatter your own blood like mist. The entire fog is the body of the vampire, and it is the area where power is applied. Baldamir slightly shifted his center of gravity in his infinitely inflated self.
That’s all, Valdamir reached the front of Peru at once. He muttered as he snatched the greatsword that flew after him.
“You handle unmanageable power.”
A skill that moves after dismantling itself once. You can’t catch up or stop it. Peru, who reacted belatedly, had no time to feel fear. Baldamir looked down with only puzzled eyes and lowered his greatsword with an expressionless expression. He didn’t even give him a chance, let alone test his ability to respond.
But I, who reads thoughts, always notice the number of opponents. Usually, they are helplessly attacked knowingly, but fortunately, there was a means to stop it this time.
The greatsword grazed Peru’s ear. Along with the wind, a sound that seemed to cut the world in two was heard, and the red sword left a huge scar on the ground. The greatsword cut halfway through the ground.
A red greatsword that is considered something that can cut even solid ground. But there was no Peruvian blood there. The Red Blood Ball’s greatsword had missed Peru by a single piece of paper.
Valdamir looked at his right arm. Elder’s arm that was dismantled and reconstructed a while ago. Something like a thin thread stretched from the inside. Thinner and more delicate than a spider’s web, the lines flicker with bright yellow light.
The thing that pulled the strongest elder’s right arm was a pitiful thread that seemed unable to lift even a single leaf. Valdamir found the card at the end of the thread. 7 Of spades. The card that worships the god of thunder was wrapped around the thunderbolt like a skein of thread.
Seven of spades, thunderbolt. Like a reel for winding a kite string, thousands, tens of thousands of thin threads of lightning… No, an aggregate of thunderbolts wound up to units beyond a billion and a trillion.
Valdamir said with a slight curiosity.
“Was it the one who handled the power?”
Whoa. If I was picky, I would have missed it. I internally let out a sigh of relief and ran away.
“No. It’s not my strength. I am also borrowing it.”
It wasn’t me who deflected Valdamir’s attack, literally. It is Valdamir’s own strength.
As Valdamir reconstructed his body, he scattered the threads of his thunderbolt at the location. Fine threads of lightning dug through the merging blood, interfering and moving as Valdamir was about to swing his greatsword.
If only I could touch the inside of the body directly, I could make the founder’s heart beat for a moment with my pitiful magical power. It’s an experience
And those who have tried it are better, and now that they have obtained the Thunderbolt Demon God, they can even control it if the Thunderbolt’s thread is attached to them.
Well, this is a feat that can only be achieved by directly touching the inside of the body. Would you let any idiot, if not a vampire, touch your nerves? Even that is over if you notice and resist like Valdamir.
Valdamir squeezed his right hand hard. With just that, the threads of the lightning I had planted all at once snapped. Having freed his right arm, Baldamir put his greatsword back on his shoulder and looked back at me.
“Does he want to die?”
A cool living feeling sweeps over the whole body. Even the hot blood that ran through my body turned pale and seemed to hold my breath as the strongest Elder spewed out his strength.
But even with Valdamir in front of me, I did not lose my smile.
“You can’t kill me.”
Because I am favored by Tyr.
The wait was not long. Tyr gave Valdamir a low note.
“Valdamir. Be considerate.”
In his quiet yet resolute voice, there was a message not to act rashly. Baldamir immediately lowered his head, not missing the voice.
“I will. Poetry.”
The hostility disappears as if washed away. As if everything up until now had been acting.
It was actually similar to acting. His actions, words, and even the momentum he exudes were all thoroughly calculated.
It doesn’t take a second for Valdamir to kill me here. Even if I squeeze my body by moving the blood that spreads everywhere, I will die, scattering red juice like a pomegranate in a press. Same with Peru. Peru, who has not yet properly recognized the Thunder God, lacks the strength to block Elder’s attack. Even if he managed to deflect the blow, he wouldn’t have been able to withstand it if Valdamir had been stubborn.
In short, the reason Peru and I survived was because Valdamir didn’t aim for that.
Baldamir does not move with his purpose set. It was to confirm Tyr’s intentions that he revealed his life to me, and he attacked Peru purely because he felt threatened. After grasping the situation a little more on my own, I gave up easily. He really wanted to kill the saintess, but as soon as he decided it was impossible, he immediately changed his goal.
It is said that people become more stubborn as they get older, but it seems that once a certain limit is exceeded, it turns around. Valdamir’s judgment was surprisingly swift and flexible.
That’s my favorite type. There is nothing to lose as long as you read the other side well and match it.
“Calm down a bit now, Tyr? We don’t have to fight among ourselves, do we?”
Tyr still had a displeased look on his face.
I don’t hate Peru, but if she contributed to Seonghwangcheong, she could kill her without hesitation. However, it was not enough that I handed over the power of the demon god to Peru, so I even protected it. According to her principles, she should be able to kill me too, but Tyr deliberately kept that possibility out of her mind. Because she didn’t want to be put in such agony.
“Whew. Are you on their side? The servants of Seonghwangcheong that you tried to throw away from the world, let alone me?”
Tyr’s complaint contained deep resentment for having led him into conflict.
Now that I’ve loosened enough, I’ll have to pull it up a bit here. People’s minds are also similar to kite games: if you pull too much, you will fall headlong, and if you loosen too much, you will fly away.
“I don’t know if it’s on their side, but I’ve never been on the side of Seonghwangcheong. Wouldn’t you rather want to disrupt the Holy Palace?”
“If you do. Why are you blocking it?”
“Because, even Seonghwangcheong wants them dead.”
I didn’t even point it out, but Valdamir turned his gaze to the steel saintess. Fer El, who had excitedly pounded Valdamir until just a moment ago, let go of his hands at the most decisive moment and just watched. He didn’t call an angel or use divine power.
You said you knew it already because you fought it yourself, red-blooded? This person is not even a nobleman. Anyway, instead of being too loyal to express his opinion, he remonstrated with Tyr.
“Because the steel saint intends to martyr everyone here in the clouds!”