448 – Reverse Heaven Trial – 11
If there is one bad habit that vampires have, it is that they take their time thinking that time is always on their side. They were pressed for time and wasted little time listening to Kabila’s words.
It was the same for Runken who was beating up Tirkanjaka.
“Sniff! Are you accepting the challenge? I like it! As expected, I should have attacked her once instead of treating her as a mistress!”
Leaving behind a little regret, Runken snorted again.
The wild boar beastman was known to be narrow-minded and reckless, but he did not like fighting from the beginning. The beastmen who started fighting randomly were killed long ago, and only the relatively docile beastmen survived due to survival of the fittest.
Beastmen, who have inherited some of the characteristics of beasts, have sensitive senses of smell and hearing. Lunken led his people and worked as a member of a mercenary group, and achieved success by utilizing the strengths of being a beastman. However, it was unable to overcome its shortcoming of having a narrow field of view and was used as a throwaway weapon in some battlefields.
While they were being scattered and hunted like animals, they received blood from Tirkanjaka, who came to collect their bodies, and became Elders. Under her, Runken trampled both the army that had killed her and the army that had abandoned her.
However, thirst remained in Runken’s heart.
His keen senses disappeared and he could only smell blood. He doesn’t feel the dry wind picking at his fur, and he doesn’t have to grind his tickling tusks against the trees. At first he was happy that he had fewer hassles, but once he got rid of all the hassles he needed to live, all he was left with was boredom and lethargy. Runken, who felt a greater sense of emptiness as he was more sensitive, fell into despair.
The only time Runken’s blood started moving again was when a bloody battle took place. The reason is no different. In a physical sense, because his blood is splashing where he doesn’t want it.
Runken forced himself into an endless fight.
“I warned you out of consideration for vulnerable humans, but I guess I didn’t convey the message! hahahaha, I guess you have to accept the challenge! Right! After all, the king of humans is also a beast!”
Runken snorted loudly and once again challenged Tyr Khan Xaka to a fight. This time, Tirkanjaka did not make much of a defense. He just raised his arms and wrapped them around his head. Like a reed pushed in a storm, Tirkanjaka was trampled by Runken’s attack.
As I said before, vampires have one bad habit. They think that time is always on their side. Even if he is not necessarily an ascetic doggo, he clearly has a tendency to check all of the opponent’s attacks and means before moving on. Is it because I am an immortal being who doesn’t die even when I get hurt, or is it because I enjoy seeing and experiencing things?
The elders who were watching the fight between Runken and Tirkanjaka were late to notice.
“… Runken. Stop. “You can stop there.”
“Stop-? Cry. Why me!”
Lunken snorted and rushed at Sijo again. Because it is so violent and explosive, it is difficult for anyone else to intervene. Fearing that they might interfere with Runken, the other Elders could not easily participate and just watched.
… A boring and meaningless fight in which no damage is inflicted on either party.
“Leave it to your concubine and Bakuta and step back. “Ignorant punches without any authority can’t cause any harm.”
If it is Erzsebut’s dominance or Bakuta’s gluttony, there can be a fight for dominance with the founder. However, even if you fight with evil like Longken, it will only hurt you a little and that will be the end.
Erzsebut realized the meaninglessness of this fight and tried to stop him, but Runken just ignored him.
“No, you know! “What causes pain!”
“It’s meaningless….”
“There is meaning! Because when you suffer, you change! “If you get hit, you’ll come to your senses!”
Boom, boom, boom. A monotonous, one-sided attack that would be painful but not fatal to the vampire. If his goal is to attack Tirkanjaka, it is truly a stupid and foolish attempt, as befits a wild boar beast.
However, if there is another purpose.
“Are you sick? If so, fight back! Do your best–!!”
“Lunken, you! Everyone, get him off!”
“Either it or not! I just fight! “To someone worth fighting-!”
As if tempering, Runken continued to pound Tirkanjaka with force. The series of pains falling upon his head turned Tir Khanjaka upside down.
Bend your knees slightly and take a position that can better withstand impact. When you get hit, move slightly to reduce pain. By appropriately combining authority and blood magic, he created himself with a technique that could compete with Runken’s might. It’s not that Tirkanjaka has no power. The pure power already overwhelms Runken. It’s just that the means to use and deploy it are poor, so it doesn’t produce results.
No matter how much the difference in strength is, if you are hit like this, you will die, but Tirkanjaka is the progenitor of vampires. Even when the entire body is crushed, it regenerates in an instant. After hundreds of deaths, Tirkanjaka found a way not to die.
“Think about it! Sijo, I know you have power! Use everything you have! “I don’t want to fight with you clumsy person!”
“The wild boar… !”
The fighting method is engraved in it. A bit rough, but sure.
Still, this does not mean that Runken will stick with Tirkanjaka and oppose the Elder. He just enjoys hitting the strong. Even if it means making the opponent strong. After hearing that, Erzébut regained his composure.
“I won’t mind Lunken. “Please go.”
The elders who had been watching for a moment moved all at once to collect the blood of the progenitor.
It is difficult to expect cooperation from vampires. If it is not from a family ruled by the sect, it does not work well together. However, there is no case of hesitation for fear of hurting an ally.
“Suin…. Ship, called. “Formation of a species is something that is taken for granted, but there are also beings that are both a wish and an obligation.”
Rahu Khan jumped in, aiming a huge spear. As a lone cavalryman, the Centaur turns a simple charge into a mounted charge. Rahu Khan’s spear, which became a gust of wind, pierced the space and dug into the darkness surrounding Tirkanjaka. The sound of something breaking was heard and Tirkanjaka’s body was thrown backwards.
“Speaker! Are you interfering?”
“It is you. “The one who intervened.”
Rahu Khan turned the large spear like a windmill. A storm blows above the four-legged lower body. The Watcher Rahu Khan. The loser of the wilderness, who once swept the world but fell due to unavoidable problems of birth, spoke with determination.
“Clan leader, you have abandoned your duty. I protect the seed. Centaur, you must save yourself.”
“Crunch! “I can’t believe I’m finally realizing what’s obvious!”
While the two humans mixed with beasts were fighting in the narrow hallway, Myuri descended like fog next to Tirkanjaka. Tirkanjaka, covered in darkness, looked like a pitch-black ball.
No matter how much darkness is a force to oppose light, its density is now at a level that even Elders are quite concerned about. However, it was not a matter of much concern to the ghost dancer Myuri. Myuri moved her blade as if dancing. The blade, curved like a crescent moon, pierced and cut through the darkness.
Myuri transmitted his voice through the gap he had created.
“My heart is pounding. Progenitor, have you really been betrayed by love? Have you been abandoned by the lover you shared your heart with? Ah, it’s a comedy that could be turned into a song.”
The darkness shook off Muri as if it did not want to hear it, but the ghost dancer shed the darkness with ghost-like movements. In the end, Tirkanjaka gave up trying to shake off Muri and asked.
“… “Muri.”
“Yes?”
In the shimmering darkness, the wounded founder spoke gloomily.
“Are you happy?”
“That can’t be-. Is not it? I don’t know-. I don’t know!”
In contrast, Muri spoke as if singing with a melody.
“My heart, my queen, my faith, my founder, who was my everything, is shown to be horribly broken -. I can’t say it enough. My heart is racing. “My heart is pounding, I don’t know if it’s immorality or excitement.”
“… “What did you want to do?”
Myuri contributed to the art of the principality by claiming to be the founder’s dancer. I wonder what kind of music is like a vampire without emotion, but they also left behind a lot of coldly refined music. He also used humans as audience members to observe their reactions.
After reflecting on the past for a moment, Muri stroked her lips and muttered.
“Dancing, singing, and painting. It’s all for ‘show’. I sing my songs and dance. “I guess he wanted to show it to his founder!”
“… “If you had brought dancing and music, I would have kept watching.”
“You didn’t fully feel it like you do now!”
Muri moved both hands brilliantly. The ghostly blade that cuts through the darkness strangely penetrates into Tirkanjaka. The skin splits and the ancestor’s blood, true blood, is revealed for a brief moment. It heals quickly, but the fleeting power of the blood is slightly shaken.
The floor of blood created by Erzébut did not miss the opportunity. The moment it sensed blood, it rushed at me like a ghost.
No matter how small the wound is, a wound is still a wound. It is dangerous to shed blood on this land. Tirkanjaka gazed at Myuri’s gracefully swinging blade and let out a small groan, and at that moment, Myuri screamed fiercely.
“Look-. This reaction! It’s different! Please watch my movements clearly. If I do a trick, please clap with admiration. When I sing a song, please hum and follow along. I was hoping for this. “I wanted a response that would come back like an echo!”
Myuri shouted as if she were vomiting and swung her blade. It was difficult to predict how the tip of her sword would move, swinging so beautifully and dazzlingly as if it were dancing. When Tir Khan Xhaka’s eyes briefly missed the blade, the tip of his sword drew a picture on Tir Khan Xhaka’s arm, as if waiting for the opportunity.
Trembling arms, pursed lips, small moans escaping. Myuri enjoyed all these reactions and took steps along with Tirkanjaka.
“Let’s dance together, Sijo-.”
Although Muri is a vampire, she is a weirdo who tries to avoid attacks. He was criticized for making many useless movements, but to a being like Tir Khan Xhaka who had no skills and only strength, he was like a bird that could not be caught no matter what he did.
My body gets cut. Attack is not the goal. As if its purpose is to move in harmony with its founder, it moves farther away the more it attacks and follows the more it retreats.
A small body is not enough. To properly unleash this explosive power, other means are needed. Even if it’s a one-dimensional technique that I’m not sure would be applicable to vampires, such as spreading one’s own blood outside. Tir Khan Xhaka cocked his pistol, cut her finger, and then aimed it at Myuri.
“Ah.”
The boy suddenly jumped out and swallowed Tirkanjaka’s finger.
Blood leech Bakuta Ong. Remnants of gluttony. A deep swamp monster that devours blood. His power is to consume other beings, especially their blood, and use it as his own power. Like his predator, he swallowed Tir Khan Xhaka’s finger whole and pursed his mouth in ecstasy.
“It’s delicious…” . Mom’s fingers…. I feel full after just one bite….”
It is the true blood of the founder Tirkanjaka. It cannot be digested in a short time. It is a power that may spread throughout his body and dominate him.
However, in the face of endless hunger, the threats that will come later take a backseat.
The finger regenerated quickly. However, the ‘eaten’ Jinhyeol is still in Bakuta’s body. They fight fiercely for dominance, but their power of gluttony tries to digest even Jinhyeol.
Bakuta was ecstatic at the feeling of satiety that filled his body.
“I was hungry, but…. Thanks to you, I feel full…. Happy….”
He hoped to be free from the endless craving, but at the same time, the life of a vampire took away even the slightest sense of satisfaction from him. In order to be satisfied, deficiency is necessary. If you don’t want it, you can’t achieve it.
Not only Bakuta but all Elders were like that. Like Tirkanjaka before his heart was revived, they broke free from the shackles, came up with their own little wish, and ran wild, enjoying their freedom.
“Phew… Are you really the king of them all? ?”
And there is someone who will be happy about this situation. Just as he gave Tirkanjaka his heart and senses back, he is the one who brought the Elder’s wishes back to him.
Thinking of the person she believed to be her love, Tirkanjaka struggled in continuous pain.
“Did I just listen to your wishes because I’m only human? “Does the fact that I’m human mean I’m not that special?”
The king of humans said. The founder, Tirkanjaka, is also human. Tirkanjaka, who longed for a normal life, was happy to hear those words.
… However, let’s understand the hidden meaning behind those cold and cruel words. Shame and self-destruction washed over me in waves of sadness.
Even when we traveled together and spent the night together, it wasn’t that special to him. Perhaps even Tirkanjaka’s precious virginity.
Reverse Heaven Trial dot com“… “Not once did you say anything was special.”
Everything a human can do is ordinary to a human king.
Hughes was a special person to Tirkanjaka, but Tirkanjaka was not special to him. He was an ordinary person with concerns, and he simply responded to that wish. No matter who it was, whether it was an Elder, an Ain, or a Yeiling, Hughes would have listened to their wish seriously.
… Perhaps, Finlay was able to control Tirkanjaka just a little bit.
If only the thunderbolt had not attracted Tirkanjaka’s attention at that moment. If only he hadn’t rekindled the old affair. If only he hadn’t let go of his will to control his own body for a moment.
If Hughes had not given him the chance to fulfill his wish. It might not have happened.
It felt like the world was falling apart. I didn’t come back wanting to feel this pain, but I thought everything in the world would be fun if I regained my senses and emotions. Now I don’t even know what’s left.
Even Hughes isn’t around right now.
It hurts. It feels like his heart is being torn into a thousand pieces. My body has been broken and regenerated so many times that I don’t know what it hurts anymore.
Did you say that life is pain? After his heart was revived, Tirkanjaka felt life most intensely.
“… Phew. Did you wish for this? “The world everyone longs for.”
And I longed for something new.
I want to end this pain and regain happiness and joy.
Unlike back then, she was the progenitor of vampires, the squire of the Elders, the Queen of Shadows, and the Sea of Blood. As a special human being with somewhat strong powers.
“Hey, founder? The reaction has weakened -. “Are you tired of it already?”
No matter how much I scratch it with a blade, there is no reaction. Have I already adapted to the pain? Myuri tilted her head, put away her sword, and spoke as if looking at it.
“I guess I should present a more provocative performance. Would you like me to draw a picture on that white body? Would you like me to put blades in his hands and feet? Or not-. Should I put decorations on my mistress’s corpse and turn it into a doll?”
If the intention was to stimulate sijo, it was very successful. To the point of excessiveness.
Tir Khanjaka flashed her eyes. Immediately afterwards, her giant hand rose up and grabbed Muri.
I feel bad for tyr but I can’t blame hugh because I already expected this happen